Month: May 2006

Whoosh zoom

Ever get one of those days when you can’t settle your brain on one topic? It whooshes around, steadfastly refusing your requests to please PLEASE focus on the document you are trying to read, preferring to hone in on any of eight or nine different topics.

I used to fear this state of mind —the whole “can’t concentrate on anything” frame of mind is a bit of an alarm bell these days— but now I embrace it, and occasionally encourage it. The trick is to be able to flip from topic to topic, keeping an open mind at all times, capturing as much as you can.

HOW you do this is an entirely different thing of course. In the past I’ve tried multiple text files, roughly divided per topic, but it can be a little tricky to find the information at a later date… “I KNOW I wrote it down.. somewhere…”. This is similar to scribblling things down on a notepad and ends up with the same problem. Unless you review your notepad once a week (or more if the info is time critical) then you end up with a notepad full of useless, lost, information.

I’ve mentioned productivity tools and methodologies before and have tried variations on many of the more common ideas. I’ve captured tasks ensuring they were a next step rather than an end goal, I always ask for deadlines when someone asks me to do something, and if a job is quick and easy I’ll do it there and then.

However that’s all well and good for things which are easily quantifiable as “tasks”. At the moment I’m in the ‘theory’ stage of a few things and as my brain is leaping about, hopping from topic to topic, I need a reliable way to capture my thoughts.

And I’ve turned to Microsoft for the answer.

The product is called OneNote and is, essentially, a note taking application. You can create high level divisions (top-level tabs), and have sub-divisions (side-level tabs), and then start typing, drag in images, or even sketch free-hand. You can search, collate and distribute info as you need it. Admittedly I’ve only been using it for a couple of weeks but it’s already fast approaching “must-have” status in my own little software scoring system.

I still use Outlook for tasks, but I’ve hardly written anything down on my notepad in the past couple of weeks. Could this be the start of my own little paperless office??

a.m.

Sleeping is important to me, in many ways. I know if my sleep patterns get a little screwed then I ended up a little screwy. It’s a bit of a battle for someone who much much MUCH prefers the night-time to the morning-time (which one is the right-time again?) and has managed to get me a bit of a reputation for being a grumpy bugger in the morning.

Justifiably so mind you.

Recently I’ve happened across a few articles about getting better sleep, waking up properly, training your mind to wake up when you want it to and so on. All quite interesting but all prone to failure for one simple reason. They all seem to be written by single people.

For example, let’s take that old favourite of placing your alarm clock at the other side of the room so you have to get up to turn it off. If I’m single this isn’t a problem. At the preset time, the radio is turned on, and a pillow would get thrown at alarm clock. If that doesn’t work then I’d consult my extensive lexicon and utter a few swearwords from beneath a second pillow whilst trying to ignore the radio. Eventually, resigned to fate, I’d try to reach the alarm clock without getting off the bed, probably trying to keep my entire body off the floor whilst keeping some of it under the duvet.

Now we reach a critical point.

If I hit snooze, I can fall backwards into my ‘warm spot’ and enjoy a full seven minutes of snoozing before I have to repeat the rigmarole (minus one pillow of course, as it’s still wedged down the back of the unit the alarm clock sits).

However, if I hit the wrong button and turn the radio off then I’ll still fall backwards, find my warm spot, and go back to sleep. The downside is that the McLean gene dictates that I wouldn’t surface again for at least two hours.

All of this is possible if I were single. But for us married types it’s a bit different.

Let’s say I place my alarm clock at the other side of the room. At the preset time the radio is turned on and I start getting a dull pain in my leg. I hobble round the room —I can’t just lean over the bed, there’s someone in it after all— hit the snooze button and start hobbling back round. Seven minutes later the same process is repeated and my leg is getting pretty sore. As I start to hop back round to my side of the bed the duvet growls at me and says “Don’t even think about it”.

Yes, that’s right. She’s only gone and stolen my warm spot.

And so the morning wakeup ritual becomes more of a battle of “who can get up last without being late”. The winner is the one who can eek those few extra vital seconds from the snooze button and win seven minutes of bliss, snuggled up in the duvet and taking up the entire bed whilst the loser stumbles into the bright light of the morning. Admittedly I win most mornings.

Weekends, of course, are different. For starters you don’t (usually) have to go to work, and you do (sometimes) have a hangover. Not only that but the only reason to get out of bed AT ALL is because you have “stuff to do”. Getting up at the weekend is a much more civilised affair as, not only is it morning when you decide to get up —as opposed to the usual weekday middle of the night nonsense— but you can take your time with it too. Plod around in your dressing gown, have some cereal. Catch the latest news, then maybe have some coffee and some toast. Take a nice long shower, get dressed and then.. hey look, it’s lunchtime!

OK, maybe not THAT ‘civilised’, at least not every weekend…

Right. Must stop waffling as I’m beginning to lose my point. Not sure I had a point to begin with though but hey ho, such is life.

How do you wake up?

Weekender

Ahhh holidays. Well two days off at any rate.. better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick, right?

Busy weekend saw me out on Friday night for a leaving do, always nice to enjoy a few shandies in the sun. Met a couple of interesting people as well, which is always good, one of whom had actually heard of blogging! Such a small world. Or not.

Saturday was a bit blurry until the afternoon when I enjoyed a stroll to the station on a glorious afternoon. Thankfully there were no “confrontations” to be had on the train through to Dumbarton where I met up with Louise and headed to her cousins for a barbeque. Sunday was a bit lazy but still got a few bits and bobs done before settling down to watch Sideways —wonderfully poignant— and Mystic River.

Sideways was truly a joy and I’ll definitely be watching this again. Both quirky, awkwardly funny, and genuinely moving all at once, it’s my kind of movie. Well worth a quiet watch. Unfortunately Mystic River wasn’t as good as I’d been led to believe, not that it was bad but it certainly didn’t make a huge impression. Fairly emotive topics granted but beyond that it seemed a little too single paced, too methodical and because of that lost a lot of punch.

And that brings us to today. Today I’ve watched the Lakers come from behind to steal an overtime win to go 3-1 up in the first round of the playoffs, Kobe the main man yet again. I’ve also spent a few hours cursing and swearing at some PHP and I think it’s finally given up the fight and decided to play ball.

I’ve also eaten an entire box of dark chocolate Tunnocks teacakes. Delish. But now I feel bad. Guilt is a terrible thing.