Author: Gordon

Father, husband, feminist, ally, skeptic, blogger, book reader, geek. Always sarcastic, imperfect, and too cheeky for his own good. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 He/him.

Hidden words

I can sense it, sitting there, judging me, mocking me.

It taunts me every day. No good, it says.

I ignore it. Then I think about what it holds and it reveals itself to me further, insights and ideas bloom, a rough patch of ground speckled with wild flowers.

Then it changes.

It changes.

From one day to the next, as the viewing angle skews, it morphs before me, pushing itself into new shapes, the end disappearing further beyond the blur of the middle.

I read. Books that are ‘Glorious, unexpected, superbly written’ (I know this because it says so on the front cover, the words inside echoing the declaration).

I read. Articles that are diligent and focused (I know this because the articles flow, words burble gently towards a well crafted conclusion).

I write. Sprawling blog posts that wriggle away from me. Fish out of water, desperate to breathe.

Still it calls to me. Luring me in, time and again.

Read me, it says. Write me, it says. Love me, it pleads.

I turn back towards it. I commit.

In reply it laughs at how easily I am swayed, and dances off into the spotlight of my fears.

In November I wrote a book. I created a sly troll that in all of its ugly beauty, the terrifying mess holds my gaze. I cannot not look.

I read. I write. I love. I commit.

And slowly – oh so creepingly, painfully, achingly, frustratingly, infuriatingly slowly – it bends to my will.

What’s on my phone?

iOS Geek Out Warning!

Where would I be without my iPhone? Lost. Not literally, my sense of direction isn’t that bad, but given that I use it every day to keep on top of personal email and to do list, I use it to order coffee, listen to podcasts while commuting, it holds my bus pass, and more recently I’ve been using it to pay for items (ÂŁ30 or under) … it’s pretty much indispensable.

It’s not been immune for my desire to slim down as much of the clutter of life as possible and I’ve been slowly slimming down the number of apps I keep on my phone – although I still seem to have several Photo apps regardless of how little I use them – but with a few considerations I’ve even managed to have a homescreen that has a blank row (which is a little false given the folder I have on there too but hey, little victories and all that).

  

Shuffling apps around, and switching solutions is something I’ve done throughout my time with a smartphone (including my first Windows SPV). I’m always looking for small improvements to my personal working habits and try and keep an eye on app updates and new launches to see if they are better than what I currently have. As such, there have been a few notable omissions/changes (notable to me at least) over the last few weeks which includes removing the Facebook app (for personal reasons) and making the switch from Evernote to Apple Notes.

Take Note

It took me a long time to ‘get’ Evernote, but for me the penny drop when I started using their browser extension that lets you capture information from webpages and emails into Evernote. I’ve used it a lot to keep a running list of ‘things to buy’ (for me and others) and I store useful information there too.

However over the past couple of years Evernote feature development has veered towards business use, not something I can nor want to take advantage of, and the basic feature set has gotten a little bloated. Ultimately, for what I use it for, it’s just feels a bit ‘heavy’.

When Apple announced their revamped Notes app I was intrigued, I tried it out and whilst it is missing a couple of features I’d like to see added – for the love of all things good, let me have parent/child folders! – it does everything I was doing with Evernote.

However, the thought of manually moving 400+ notes over was not an appealing one and whilst I did find a clever script a few months back that looked like it would to help, it didn’t work for me at the time.

Fast forward to late December and I spotted that that script has now been updated. A small download, a double-click and – et voila – it worked first time. If you try it, just let it run even though it looks like it has hung, it is doing something and took about 4 minutes before it threw an error which turned out to be erroneous.

Unfortunately it does leave a little extra text at the foot of each note – metadata from Evernote which is handy as it means you can still search on Evernote tags, it just looks a little unsightly – but it’s nothing I can’t live with and has also prompted me to start going through all of my notes to tidy them up (and delete a lot of stuff I no longer need).

You can get the script here.

Listen to the Music

I’m currently stuck in a bit of quandary.

I tried Apple Music when it first came out but it doesn’t seem massively intuitive and my love of my own playlists just became a frustration so I cancelled my subscription before the end of the free months. However, my new office has limited internet access so I’ve found myself using it with local music (uploaded to my phone via iTunes, which is a clusterfuck I’ll post about another day).

For that usage it’s pretty nice, slick UI for playing albums or tracks, or selecting an Artist. I can make playlists of the MP3s I own (and which are stored on an external hard drive), but that means it’s limited to albums I’ve ripped or downloaded which, as I’ve been using Spotify heavily for the past year, isn’t something I’ve done much of.

I’m not sure where the tipping point will be, and maybe this dual use will continue. Spotify has some wonderful curated playlists, and I can share and collaborate on playlists with others easily too (notably the ‘Glasto 2016’ playlist which we will need to start soon).

So, for now, I’m stuck between two apps which – and I’m very very aware of just how much this is a first world problem – is royally pissing me off. I don’t want two Music apps that do much the same thing!

Aside from that, I’m using iOS more and more, to do more and more things, to the point I’m now pondering why I have a MacBook, and OSX, at all but that too is for another post and another day (to be honest I’m surprised anyone is still reading this post!).

I want what I need

I want to read more.

I want to write more.

I want, I want, I want.

Aside: When I was a kid, my Mum used to say “I want doesn’t get” in response to my ‘want’ tantrums. The phrase stuck with me as I grew older and I’ve always liked it; short, simple, perfectly to the point.

The question is, do I need to do either of those things? Well, it turns out I just might.

Over the festive break I spent some time revisiting my NaNoWriMo effort and enjoyed getting my head back into the world that my novel exists within, it felt exciting and – and this is probably going to sound odd – worthy.

I’ve fought against my own self-view of my laziness as long as I can remember, in fact it’s been so long that I can’t even remember where it stems from. I am not, by any definition, all that lazy yet part of my brain insists that I am. I know I have inherited my ‘pottering’ nature from my Dad, my brain constantly ticking over with little things to do around my flat, or more likely on the computer, so most days I always get something done, even if it’s just a few basic chores.

Anyway, having recently had a couple of days away from the internet, with a limited selection of things to do, I realised how refreshing it was not to have quite so many options, my whelm was not over’d, my decision fatigue was not overly taxing and that felt kinda nice for a change. I can totally understand why President Obama has only two colours of suit to reduce the number of decisions he has to make in any way he can (if he was being really brutal, of course, he’d only have one colour of suit but hey, life still needs a little variety!).

The lack of (decent) internet connection was because the four of us that make up our little poly family had retreated to a lodge on the banks of Loch Lomond for Hogmanay, and we’d decided to stay on for a couple of nights into the new year. I’d taken some books, a few games (Exploding Kittens was fun), some colouring-in, and my laptop to let me read over my NaNoWriMo work. We barely had the TV on except for Hogmanay – Hootenanny! – and, aside from a few short walks to get some fresh air, it was a very relaxing time.

It was a great few days of rest and relaxation.

Don’t get me wrong, returning home  to high speed internet was great, but I was immediately aware of having many more decisions to make, my Sky subscription and PS4 clamoring for my attention, not to mention some catchup chores to do.

So I did the chores, played a little FIFA on the PS4 and then turned everything off and sat in my leather Eames chair and read a book. By the time I was ready for bed I actually felt ready for bed, rather than my ‘normal’ state of ‘oh-crap-look-at-the-time-I-should-go-and-try-and-sleep-now’.

The next day I woke up and had the same number of choices, and it was then that it struck me that I am still ‘wasting time. So I’ve cancelled my Sky subscription (as I was just about out of contract) and haved moved to BT – I still want to be able to watch some sport and it has NBA coverage – and I’ve got some ideas of how not to better prioritise my down-time.

This all falls under the banner of my longer term decluttering/minimising goals, the whole point of which is to give myself every chance to be happy and content with my life (which I am, which proves it’s working, which is pushing me to do more to be even happier!). This has all been a few years in the making, and there is probably still a few years to go (after all, it takes a long time to eat an Elephant), but the more I get into it, the more I realise how much I need to do this, how much I need to have a balance to my life even though I’m not always the greatest at maintaining it.

Of course, it’s the turn of the year, willpower and hope run high but I’m doing my best to temper my aspirations in line with reality. There will still be days all I want to do is sit in front of the TV and become one with my sofa. And that’s why God invented Netflix (she’s* a clever one, that God), Amazon Prime TV, and blankets.

* Female pronoun borrowed from @TechnicallyRongo buy his book, it’s fab!
(Yes, I get, like, 3p if you buy it through that link. No, this entire post is not an advertise for his damn book, I just really liked and think many of you will too, it’s an ‘internet people’ kinda thing, look, just buy it, ok?)

Corpulent

The festive season is over, the last few chocolates have been scoffed (or taken into work), and soon it will be time to tentatively approach the bathroom scales and hope they don’t mock too hard.

By now the detritus of the last few weeks has been recycled and dumped, presents received have already been pressed into action, or hidden away in a cupboard only to be the recipient of a puzzled discovery in late August; where the hell did I get this?

Thoughts turn to the months that lie ahead, oh so many months, so much time with which we promise ourselves to do much. Plans are made, diets are started, gyms are joined, and the hope of new habits, better habits, are laid bare.

Less is more.

This is my resolution – in reality, my only aim is to stop NOT doing things – to find a path to less, declutter my mind, declutter my home, reduce my waistline. It was ever thus.

The struggles lie ahead of me, hope is strong in the light of the new year, this sentence sounds like it was taken from a Star Wars movie.

Basically what I’m trying to say, in lots and lots of words (because I also promised myself I’d try and write more… but no that is NOT a resolution), is that I will continue where I left off last year. I will declutter my life as best I know how.

I’ve already made a start by stepping away from Facebook. Once less place that pulls me into negative emotions, not to mention the amount of time wasted on nothing memorable at all. Yes, it might mean I won’t really understand what current meme people are aping, but in the grand scheme of things, as I continue my plummet towards old age and death, who gives a shit?

Anyway, Happy New Year and all that bobbins and, yes as it happens I had a bloody fantastic Christmas and New Year thanks!

Boxing Day Reading

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas, now it’s time to sit back and relax, grab that turkey sandwich, and maybe a few of the following will help get you through until it’s time for a nap.

  • Consciousness Began When the Gods Stopped Speaking
    Julian Jaynes was living out of a couple of suitcases in a Princeton dorm in the early 1970s. He must have been an odd sight there among the undergraduates, some of whom knew him as a lecturer who taught psychology, holding forth in a deep baritone voice.
    Read: http://ift.tt/1GG2bPP
  • Dispossessed in the Land of Dreams
    Sometime in July 2012, Suzan Russaw and her husband, James, received a letter from their landlord asking them to vacate their $800-a-month one-bedroom apartment in Palo Alto, California. He gave them 60 days to leave.
    Read: http://ift.tt/1NYm83n
  • Mistletoe is a Parasitic, Explosive Plant That Maybe You Shouldn’t Stand Underneath
    The mistletoe plant is largely known for a manufactured characteristic: It’s the green sprig with white berries that hangs in doorways during Christmas time, requiring those who meet beneath to kiss.
    Read: http://ift.tt/1NzpoTA
  • Visualising Design Research
    I’ve almost given up on delivering written reports as a UX research output, favouring video and large scale visuals instead. (I explain why here) In this article I’ll walk through my process and the tools I use, in the hope you can do something similar for your clients.
    Read: http://ift.tt/1YVyPny
  • The Year of Good Things
    Welcome to Slate’s celebration of all the things that went right this year! Good news is hard to find. One of journalism’s most important jobs is to call out what’s wrong with the world so we know what to fix.
    Read: http://ift.tt/1OdMNzF
  • ‘Star Wars’ Legacy II: An Architect Of Hollywood’s Greatest Deal Recalls How George Lucas Won Sequel Rights
    Behind many a classic Hollywood film franchise is a story of someone who gambled and won, and someone else who lost. The most extreme example of that is Star Wars.
    Read: http://ift.tt/1RXI3hg
  • The Beatles music will ‘stream across Apple Music and Spotify’ from Christmas Eve
    The Beatles fans are about to get one of the best Christmas presents ever – the band’s back catalogue will reportedly be available to stream online for the first time in four days.
    Read: http://ift.tt/1RxCC9f
  • SpaceX has successfully launched and landed a Falcon 9 rocket—and made history
    SpaceX made history last night (Dec. 21) in Cape Canaveral, Florida. The company, amid much jubilation, landed a Falcon 9 reusable rocket that had shortly before been in orbital space delivering satellites.
    Read: http://ift.tt/1YsPbaw
  • Golden Pigs, Jesus-Shaped Bread, and 5 Other Delightful European Christmas Customs
    American Christmas has its own basic formula: Tree, ornaments, stockings by the fireplace, Santa Claus, presents, feast. (Plus, for observant families, an actual religious rite.) Most of these traditions are vaguely European.
    Read: http://ift.tt/1ZljI74
  • The magic that makes Spotify’s Discover Weekly playlists so damn good
    This morning, just like every Monday morning, 75 million Spotify users received a great new mixtape: 30 songs that feel like a gift from a music-loving friend, who might once have made a cassette tape with your name scrawled across the front.
    Read: http://ift.tt/1JocNRh
  • How we made: The Muppet Christmas Carol
    My father, Jim, passed away in 1990. He had done three Muppet movies, and I didn’t want too much of a direct comparison between me and my dad. So I thought: “Let’s do something different.
    Read: http://ift.tt/1JopWdc
  • At 6 Feet 1, He’s Raising the Art of the Dunk to Another Level
    With all due respect to the reigning N.B.A. dunk champion, the Minnesota Timberwolves’ Zach LaVine, the best dunk of 2015 was performed not at Barclays Center during February’s All-Star festivities, but in a near-empty gym in Sudbury, Ontario, by a 23-year-old professional dunker from Canada.
    Read: http://ift.tt/1OmQrau
  • How Rogue Techies Armed the Predator, Almost Stopped 9/11, and Accidentally Invented Remote War
    On the afternoon of October 7, 2001, the first day of the war in Afghanistan, an Air Force pilot named Scott Swanson made history while sitting in a captain’s chair designed for an RV. His contribution to posterity was to kill someone in a completely novel way.
    Read: http://ift.tt/1Oaelpj
  • Aldous Huxley’s Role in the History of Psychedelic Science
    At the popular lifestyle blog refinery29.com an anonymous writer confesses to taking small doses of psychedelic mushrooms to prevent her migraines. An article at hipster news site vice.com reports that people are taking tiny doses of LSD to deal with work anxiety.
    Read: http://ift.tt/1JpoY0g
  • How the Mast Brothers fooled the world into paying $10 a bar for crappy hipster chocolate
    Whether you’ve seen their beautifully wrapped bars for sale at Shake Shack or Rag & Bone, featured in the pages of the New York Times or Vogue, or decorating one of their New York, London, or soon, LA shops, Mast Brothers chocolate bars have become the world’s most prominent brand.
    Read: http://ift.tt/1O9PjAB
  • Japanese bookshop stocks only one book at a time
    With hundreds of thousands of books published every year, the choice of what to stock can prove bewildering for booksellers.
    Read: http://ift.tt/1Yx62c4
  • NBA takes stand against gun violence with Christmas Day ads
    In another spot, Curry talks about what it was like to hear that a child the same age as his 3-year-old daughter had been shot. Paul and Anthony share personal stories as well.
    Read: http://ift.tt/1OakG2m
  • Sex Writing Saved Me
    The first sex toy I ever tried was the Tantus Feeldoe. It was a smooth, silicone, double-ended dildo, six inches long on one side, just a couple inches long on the other, each end expanding into a bulb about one and a half inches in diameter.
    Read: http://ift.tt/1OcCpWN

A letter to my 15 year old self

Hey Gordon,

Nice hair, how much mousse did you use this morning to get that look? Impressive. Enjoy it (it won’t last, but you won’t care).

It’s a big year for you, even though you don’t realise it yet. Events will happen around you and this will set the tone for the next decade. You will flounder around without really thinking ahead, you will act badly and selfishly, you will have a lot of fun.

You don’t have a plan for the next few years as you approach adulthood, you don’t really know where your life is headed, and no matter who tries to help – the guidance teacher at school, your parents, your friends (more on them later) – you are just not built to think too far into your future.

You won’t even realise most of this, of course, but when you do it becomes overwhelming to the point of distraction and so you retire inside yourself and act out a little to divert attention away from the fact that you feel completely lost. You will grab hold of any opportunity that you can to ‘belong’ without considering the implications further down the line. This is how you will live the next 20 years or more, but don’t worry, turns out that isn’t as bad a thing as some people might tell you.

I’d love to tell you what to do differently, how to act and how to make better decisions. If I thought you’d listen at all I’d only ask you one thing; that you pause occasionally to look around at how you are living your life, and be truly, brutally honest with yourself.

But you won’t, because you aren’t ready to be honest with yourself, but that’s ok, and that’s kind of the point of this letter.

My point is simply that you wouldn’t be me, writing this letter to you today, if you hadn’t have had all those experiences. To be me you have to have gone through all those highs and lows, the disappointments and elations, the fuck-ups, the fantasies and all the stupid fumbling about you are going to do to try and find yourself.

So, rather than advise how you should try and live your life, let me try and ease your mind. Things will be ok. Things will work out, maybe not always for the better, but your life will not be full of suffering. Don’t get me wrong, you will suffer badly at times, things will be very very black and you’ll question why you ever paid this letter any heed but please know that you get through it all and end up with a pretty damn good life.

When you eventually get to the age I am now you will find that you appreciate how lucky you have been, you’ll appreciate it so much more than you ever have in the past. You’ll find you have a life full of love and security, you will have friends that have stood by you for more years than any of you will want to count, you will have more love in your life than seems fair at times (but don’t worry, love isn’t a limited supply thing, there is always more to go round), and you’ll be happy.

And that’s really the point of all of this I guess to tell you that you will be happy, that you will be just another flawed human being trying to better themselves and that will be more than enough.

Anyway, you are still young, you still have your hair and your waistline (ohhh yeah, if you could MAYBE try and control that a bit better, that’d be great!) and you have your life in front of you,

So stop worrying about fitting in and go live it.

Yours,

Gordon (aged 42 and a bit)