🎵 Currently listening: Close To Me by The Cure
🎵 Currently listening: Close To Me by The Cure
This was a surprise in my inbox this morning. Looking forward to more. ✉️🎉
Sweet! Now I can preview tomorrow’s weather and set my alarm in my evening shutdown shortcut. 🔥
If you’re using Shortcuts, Gabe has some useful clipboard tools ✂️
“You only have to make the choice to be consistent once. After that, it’s simply a matter of keeping your promise.”
“Limitation breeds creativity”
Helpful, from @annie:
Productivity basics from Nicholas Bate:
If you’re in the Vancouver area, @brucegodin has some beer recommendations 🍺
I love Email, but if you’re spending 5.6 hours a day on it, you have fucked something up. ✉️🔥
You guys, @brucegodin knows how to brew a fucking delicious beer.
Also, he’s a great dude and super handsome.
This guy is double digits today! Best 10 years of my life. 🎈❤️
I enjoyed the intro to this newsletter, particularly the bit about satanic little pocket bricks. 🤣
Hazy Pale @ Gladstone in Courtenay is delicious.
Decent IPA @ Cumberland Brewing cc @brucegodin
I dig this Melé remix of PNAU’s Chameleon. 🎵
“Put the phone down. Your friends and followers don’t have to know.”
That’s my kind of wealthy.
I don’t want to do any of the tasks on my Things to-do list, so I decided to download and set up Omnifocus 3 from scratch instead. Unfortunately, the Pro upgrade price is redonk for something I don’t really need, so now I guess I have to just do this bullshit on my list. 💩✅
And so on. Or else.
Perhaps Eric Garner made it easier for us to breathe.
Wisdom from @patrickrhone
“But, “I” is not those emotions. I is simply aware of them. And, if I is separate from them, then I is not them.
“I started to ask ‘what if?’ rather than trying to capture ‘what happened’.”
Probably one of the grossest things is humans eating corn on the cob 🌽🤢
This afternoon @ “work”… 🍺⚾️
I also would have just bought a new truck. What a difference a generation makes, from @jack
Date night 😍
Drinking tequila out of a sand pail?
When the iPhone + Apple Watch + AirPods all work together seamlessly its magic.
When they don’t, I want to throw them all in a volcano. 📱⌚️🌋
Maybe I’m a huge nerd (maybe?), but this makes me want to grab my fedora and book a flight to Egypt.
Thank you for your valuable feedback is a perfect default response.
My favourite kind of diet and exercise regimens are the ones that you just do without talking about it, unless specifically asked by a willing and interested party.
“Canada could replace empire and nation-state as the most attractive model in the 21st century”
I love Jack Cheng’s newsletter. A lot.
I spent hours of my life pulling out my hair while trying to create a couple fancy workflows for posting things here and on Mailchimp.
You know what ended up working the best with the least amount of friction?
Composing or pasting in the native apps.
I think I might be the opposite of a fancy coffee snob. Flavoured gas station coffee? Delicious, but my favourite is typically served at a breakfast joint in a tiny cup with free refills. 💩☕️
Recently switched email providers and went with the smallest mailbox size. Decided to make delete my default action. ✉️🗑🔥
Teapot hill hike!
M: “We definitely have a type of movie… quirky, indie… what would you call it?”
❤️ these clowns
🎉 Just set my OOO until Tuesday! One of the (many) benefits of working for these guys: extra day off on summer long weekends.
Been listening to Kids see ghosts on repeat for days. 🎵
Writers who substitute %#$@ for curses:
If you meant fuck when you wrote it, and I read fuck when I read it, why didn’t you just write fuck in the first place?
Just write what you mean, or remove it entirely.
Is this thing on… Am I back on the internet?
Productivity in 2017, brought to you by…
plan.md for planning the week ahead.
log.md for tracking your daily progress with three simple questions.
toDo.md for keeping tack of your goals, projects, and open loops.
For deciding when.
You know how Major League Baseball is really, really boring to watch?
Well imagine that, except there’s no beer, hotdogs, beer, garlic fries, popcorn or beer.
Also, there’s no cool statistics or analytics because none of the players can throw, catch or hit a ball.
Baseball is pretty terrible, but watching my kids out there playing and having fun is worth every minute.
Ev says looking back, consistency is the secret. Makes sense. This is probably why it’s so difficult to maintain. Why so few do.
There are so many things, perfectionism in particular, that are the enemy of a consistent creative practice.
Have you ever noticed that the secret to all the secrets is that it’s never the easy path?
A homeless woman at the liquor store tried to pick me up on Saturday night.
“You’re a handsome man,” she said “I’d take you home if I had one.”
I’m happily married, but that was a great line and I liked her moxie.
I quit Twitter. It’s a broken door, one that I’ve given up trying to fix.
I tried to make it work. I tried following a bunch of interesting folks. I tried unfollowing everyone but a select few. I tried lists, mutes, muffles, and blocks.
But no matter what I’ve tried, it’s just Jeep ads and harassment, outrage and snarky jokes, all the way down. Yes, I realize that roughly 65% of my personality is snarky joke. But you can only take so much, and I can barely stand myself. I don’t know what I was looking for when I originally signed up in 2009, but this isn’t it.
No, I’m not planning to replace it with Slack. I tried that, too. Not interested. They’re trying to fix a problem I don’t have by creating a problem I don’t want. Plus, they’re like one more round of VC funding away from fucking it all up.
I quit Facebook years ago, a decision I could not be happier with.
People tell me Snapchat isn’t for sending dick pics. If that’s true, I don’t understand Snapchat. Either way, no thanks.
So for now, the only social network I’m subscribed to is Instagram.
Update: I quit Instagram.
So now I’m like some kind of digital hermit. I’m reading emails and checking RSS like its 1999. If you want to get in touch, email me. If you have my number, send me a text or iMessage or whatever. If you try to FaceTime me, I’ll set your car on fire. And for fucksakes, DO NOT call me, unless someone I know is dead.
You’re unlikely to lose
a lot of weight by eating
gas station cheeseburgers,
even if you hide the garbage
and pay with cash.
The jig is up, the gauntlet is down. Your wife has drawn a line in the sand. She’s had enough of that beard you’ve been growing.
You’ve done this before. You see a handsome guy with a great beard and you think to yourself, I can look like that! All that’s standing between me and peak Lumbersexuality is a glorious beard!
So you pull out the beard oil and you put away the razor. Typically, when you’ve tried this in the past, the game gets called in the early innings on account of itchiness. But this time you were committed. This time you were going to look just like Tom Hardy.
Google “tom hardy dogs”
A not-insignificant amount of time passed while you googled. Seeing you staring so intently on your phone, your wife asked what you were looking at.
You texted her a picture.
He’s handsome, she said, did you make this collage yourself?
So you were going to grow a beard and look just like Tom Hardy.
But your wife is unimpressed by beards. To her, a man is attractive in spite of his facial hair, not because of it. Naturally, she’s unimpressed with what you’ve got going on. Actually, it’s pretty amazing how long you got away with it this time. But now she’s played the veto, and it’s time to shave.
Don’t be too upset; you should have seen this coming. Because here’s the thing about trying to look like Tom Hardy by growing a beard like Tom Hardy: if you don’t hit the gym like Tom Hardy or eat clean like Tom Hardy, you’re just going to look (as your wife lovingly suggests) like Zack Galifinakis.
Any productivity system of value can be distilled down to three simple steps.
Write down the shit you need to do.
Decide if and when you’re going to do the shit you wrote down.
Do the shit you wrote down, when you decided you were going to do it.
These steps work in any app, on any platform, or on any paper in any binding. You can be as fancy as you want on your way to step three, but when things get too complicated to maintain, that’s on you.
I’ve been reflecting on my relationship with social media and, to some extent, the Internet in general.
Mostly I’ve been considering what I’m looking for when signing up for these services. What purpose do they serve in my life or what void I’m trying to fill by scrolling through status updates.
I know I’m not looking for twenty three updates a day on the potty-training challenges of high school acquaintances I feel obligated to follow. I know I don’t want to read about what piece of virtual farm equipment they would most covet, either.
Recent news regarding Twitter and the direction they are heading coincides with my own questioning of how I use the service. I wasn’t around back in the early days, but Myke Hurley’s post On Twitter makes me nostalgic for that time. Sentiments in Patrick Rhone’s essay Twalden have inspired me to (temporarily?) delete the twitter client from my devices.
So then what am I looking for?
Frightening news yesterday from Patrick Rhone, and the subsequent reaction to it, drove it home for me: community.
Not networking. Not celebrity news. Not SEO tips, or unique visitors or page views. Certainly not funny videos about cats.
But instead a genuine sense of community. I think we all want a place where friends can support us when a loved one is sick, or share with us things that inspire them. And by “friends”, I mean real people with common interests, not car dealerships or mayonnaise manufacturers.
Will app.net flame out? Will it go the way of other networks before it? I don’t know. I hope not. Right now it has the potential to be a great community for its users, and I hope it stays that way.