A small selection of dispatches and observations on the matter at hand.
Economic Order Quantity, or EOQ, is a formula used to find the perfect order size to minimize the total costs of ordering and storing inventory. The classic version was formally developed in 1913, and the standard formula is EOQ = √(2DS/H).…
The alert hits your phone at dinner. A storm is moving faster than expected, the power flickers once, and suddenly the questions start stacking up. Where are the insurance papers? Which medications need to go in the bag? If you had to leave…
You buy a set, build it, admire it, then break down another one for parts. A month later, a minifigure is missing, a box is in the wrong closet, and you can't remember whether that extra black tile came from a recent set or a bulk lot from …
You put a record on because you want a ritual, not a scavenger hunt. You want the sleeve, the liner notes, the small decision of what to play next. What you don't want is standing in front of a shelf thinking, “I know I own this, so where d…
You know the item is somewhere in the house. The problem is that “somewhere” could mean the garage shelf behind paint cans, the hallway cupboard in a mislabeled tote, or the spare room box you promised yourself you'd sort after the last mov…
You're probably in the least satisfying phase of a move right now. Half your home is still functioning, half of it is already in boxes, and the item you need most is always in the wrong room, or missing entirely. That's the problem with the…
You know the moment. Someone needs a thermometer, a glucose strip, a clean bandage, or the last refill of a daily medication, and suddenly the whole house turns into a search operation. The bathroom cabinet is crowded, the hall closet has b…
A lot of people start a personal property list after something small goes wrong. A sink leaks into the cabinet below. A basement gets damp. A moving box disappears. A grandparent's ring isn't where everyone thought it was. Nobody is dealing…
You buy a pack of AA batteries because the remote died. A week later, you open the wrong drawer and find two unopened packs behind a tangle of charging cables, tape, and birthday candles. The money isn't the only annoyance. It's the feeling…
You open the refrigerator to grab something quick, and there it is, a bag of greens turned to slime, half a cucumber you forgot you bought, and a yogurt hiding behind the mustard that expired before anyone noticed. It's often not a shopping…
Vorby is a careful record of what you own. The journal is the slow-print companion — the catalog itself is faster.