19.4.11

Communicating

Huh...

Communicating is a two way street, right? The sending, and the receiving. So a good communicator is good at both. In the context of emotional communication, I am good with neither, to be clear.

But I think we tend to think people are effective communicators when they are in fact only good senders.

And I think it's fair to hold people to account when they are not in fact good communicators, they are loud or frequent senders.

That's all that was banging around in my head.

18.4.11

Pod Living

I have been watching SWDNYHABN and I have noticed that she lives kind of like... Google Docs.

You can never be quite sure where anything really IS when you go looking for it, but she maintains a kind of mental inventory of where everything is at any given moment.

She:  Grab my earrings, please.
Me:  (Consults earrings storage place) Where are they?
She:  In the soap dish in the bathroom.
Me:  Of course they are.

This system works as well as mine does, no question, but it go tme thinking about my system of storage and maintenance.

I maintain a series of 'pods' around me at all times. In order of usage throughout the day, they are:

  • My office,
  • My jacket,
  • My knapsack,
  • The port side of the bed,
  • The right-hand bathroom drawer,
  • The kitchen counter,
  • Two shelves in the closet, and
  • The laundry hamper.

I know what is in each pod at any given time, and can instruct people to find or place things into the correct pod as necessary. Once inside the pod, all order vanishes and it's more or less chaos with some minor nods to comfort or function.

Some pods are 'bus' pods, that serve purposes to transition from pod to pod, and others are purely storage.

Why does all this matter? I think it's because when a pod fills up, I simply move on to another pod, leaving the old one full. Maybe if I said 'ok. this is what this pod holds and that's it' I might be more on top of matters... like my mail.

15.4.11

More on Christmas

STUPID COMEDIANS MAKING THINGS MAKE SENSE!

Ricky Gervais on the celebration of Christmas by people who don't believe in Christ.


I think he wins.

And yes, I'm sure there's a way to embed it, but I'm old.

13.4.11

In case you ever wondered...

...how damn big the Airbus A380 is, here it is in comparison to Bombardier commuter jet.

Notice hereby given!

The following phrase is hereby banned from common usage:

"The Following Program contains Mature Content"

Because it doesn't. Ever. You know what contains mature content? The news. The Nature of Things with David Suzuki.

You know what does NOT contain mature content? Party Mamas, Toddlers and Tiaras, The Real Housewives of Goddamn Anywhere, or anything else of that ilk.

The phrase above will be replaced with:

"The Following Program will Destroy your Faith in Humanity and may cause Suicidal Urges"

7.4.11

Chiropractor, and then it was about bikes.

Well I'll be darned.
Apparently your spine us supposed to bend. Apparently mine doesn't, so much. 76 crunching sounds later, and I'm feeling much better. Now if I could shake this cold, I'd be 100%.

The weather has broken and I'm back in full biking mode. I've had to do some repairs on it, unexpectedly, but that's ok, because I realized I spend less on bike repairs in a year total than most people spend on their cars in a month.

I try not to get preachy about it, but it's an amazing way to travel. It's cheap, it's fast, it's safe, it's good for your brain... and there's the whole environmental side to it.

However I will put this caveat in here: it is impossible to coast on your bike in cold weather, because you will freeze.

4.4.11

Pauses in conversation.

I continue on my trajectory of learning to fight, and it's occurred to me that it's time to deploy the ol' sports metaphor for different kinds of fight.

Lessee...

Golf: the brooding fighter. Makes a mistake, realizes, takes self to task. Personal lessons are absorbed, but not shared as there's no adversary.

Fencing: There are rules. Thrust, parry, riposte. A controlled fight, a mutual agreed series of exchanges.

Wargames: Every ounce of cunning, every flexibility in the rules is exploited, every hit is legal.

That framework complete, I tend to approach fighting like playing pool. I survey the scene, go over every possibly angle, and attempt a very precise shot that will resolve the current situation and move on to the next situation.

My delightful partner approaches it more as a batting cage. After the first hit, fire the same ball, perhaps at a different height, or velocity, or spin and see what happens.

Very useful for me to know to be aware of what's going on when we argue!

You may return to your regular day.