Yesterday I spent four hours with my friend Allison helping her get her office (and a portion of her life) more organized. I’ve been using a lot of the principles from the book Getting Things Done by David Allen for about eight years now, and it’s really turned my life around in a lot of ways. When I was younger, I depended on my memory and pure mental horsepower to make sure that my projects got completed, my bills got paid, and so forth. But as my life got more complicated, this approach started to break down. One summer when I was working on two full-time consulting jobs and trying to finish writing my first book with two young children in the house, I realized that something had to give.
So now I’ve got a pretty good grasp on my work, and I’m not often “surprised” by things that used to slip through the cracks. And I got a real feeling of accomplishment helping Allison start doing the same thing for herself. Time is the one commodity they’re not making more of for any of us, so anything I can do to help people use it better seems like a worthwhile way to spend mine.
Somehow I wound up seeing this video today. I’ve always had my reservations about Walt Disney and his influence on the world, but seeing these cute little Japanese girls dressed like pirates and singing It’s a Small World After All caused me some serious psychic trauma. Watch at your own risk.
My latest creation is ready for late-night TV. Hopefully it’ll be ready for prime time soon, but one step at a time. For your enjoyment, go play my Internet rock, paper, scissors game. It’s designed for the iPhone, but you can play it on IE or Safari. Right now you need to have an opponent to play, but maybe I’ll be adding an AI in the near future. Stay tuned!
because when the beating stops you feel so damn good. I’m not happy about being divorced, and I certainly never planned for it to happen. My parents divorced when I was 12 and it made an indelible impression on me. Their divorce shaped my life (for good or ill) and I never wanted my own children to have to deal with the sheer terror of seeing their parents split apart.
But now that it’s done, and I’ve had a couple of years to start rebuilding from the train-wreck of the divorce itself, life is so much sweeter than it ever was before. It’s weird, but the absence of pain feels like pleasure, if it went on for long enough. So no matter what else happens from now on, at least the daily beatings have stopped. Huzzah!
|So, I’m at class last night, minding my own business. I go to let myself be thrown by this young brown belt, and for some inexplicable reason he knees me in the eye instead. It’s ok, though, I’ve just been telling people that my girlfriend beats me.|