@dailythread I ❤️ everything about this
I couldn’t tell you what day it is.
No real time off this holiday season because we’re hosting the World Juniors.
Instead, I’m working this day-on, day-off sort of schedule, and now every day kind of has a both-Wednesday-and-Saturday-at-the-same-time feel.
You guys are all nerds, right?
Do you ever have savant-days where you’re solving complex problems like “A then B then C, therefore X = Y+Z. Duh. Easy-peasy.”
But then most days you look back on your notes like “who fucking wrote this? How did they ever figure this out?”
🎵 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…
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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. You’ve tried this before, but this time you were committed. This time you were going to look just like Tom Hardy.
- Google “tom hardy dogs”
- Click “images”
- You’re welcome
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 think something might be wrong with me. Mentally.
I’ve been a “tech” guy for years. Digital all the way, man. We sold our CDs and now all of our music is digital. I gave away all but three of my books and got a kindle. I stare blankly at people who try to hand me printed documents and I’ve been known to call people dinosaurs for reading paperback books. Paper? Pssh, please. Tree killers.
I was perfectly happy being an ambassador for the digital age. I shed a bunch of physical possessions and organized all of my media files like a gentleman. But recently I think something in my brain has broken. Maybe I had a stroke? I don’t know.
A couple of weekends ago I was on a ferry back from the Island with my family. We were killing time wandering around the boat, as you do, and I was struck with the overwhelming desire to hold—and read, I suppose—a paperback book. We headed to the gift shop. I had, in my hand and ready to purchase, some trade paper work of fiction. The only thing that kept me from buying it was the $25 price tag. I couldn’t justify spending the cash, just in case this is some kind of strange pre-mid-life crisis or fever dream. So instead, when we got home I went to the library—the library!–to take out a book. It doesn’t end there. This book thing is just the tip of the iceberg.
I’ve started keeping a paper journal and it’s awesome. I don’t really like my handwriting and I’ve never been one for journalling, but this system inspired me to stick with it. Sometimes I’ll just open up the Moleskine and feel the paper. Or smell it. Don’t judge me. The journal is kind of where the problem started, but it’s spreading aggressively, and getting worse.
The button on my Nike fuel band stopped working for the second time and now it’s sitting in my bedside drawer next to my old analog watch which has had a broken band for years. I’m probably only going to fix one of them, and I’m seriously leaning towards the watch. It might be nice to wear a dumb watch again.
My new favourite website is The Cramped, an entire site devoted “The Unique Pleasures of Analog Writing”. I recently subscribed to the Pen Addict podcast. All those guys talk about is fountain pens and Field Notes. And I love it! I’ll listen to it all day long. Now I’m thinking I’d fancy a decent fountain pen. Or a couple of them with different inks. I’m wasting all of my time researching Midori Traveler’s notebooks and typewriters and record players.
Guys, it might actually be the end of times. Everywhere I look, people are creating websites, products, and podcasts all about analog interests. Or am I just seeing them everywhere because subconsciously it’s all I’m thinking about? Like when you start thinking about grey Jettas and then every other car on the road is a grey Jetta? What the hell is happening to me? Somebody has got to hold an intervention before I give away my iPhone and buy a pack of envelopes and booklet of stamps. Whatever you do, do not give me your mailing address.
Please. Send help.
My knife lives a mostly sedentary existence. It can lay latent in my pack or hooked on my pocket for weeks without use. Yet, it performs admirably when it is called to duty, even if the particular job might fall well below its station.
The knife’s tasks are mostly mundane: cutting Amazon packing tape, Toys R Us blister packs or sales tags from new clothing. Nothing difficult, nothing close to it’s intended use. However, it’s presence and utility are appreciated when the need arises.
On an occasional camping trip or outdoor expedition, the knife catches a glimpse of what it’s life could be like. Cutting through rope and wood. Bathing in sweat and dirt. But these moments are seldom and fleeting as the excursions become more suburban.
But today the knife has felt its purpose. Today the knife went to sea, its excitement building with each strike of the hull against the surf.
Today it was passed between expert hands as it cut tangled lines, opened cheap Island beer, and sliced cured game. It looked proud when the others remarked on its keen edge and its clever-yet-sturdy design.
It reached its full potential when it pierced the flesh of a freshly caught spring salmon. And as the fish bled out, as the knife was doused in its first true filth, it felt alive.
Today the knife knew its purpose when it rode home on the pocket of a 5 year old boy’s hero—his Dad who got to drive a boat, caught a fish straight-out-of-the-ocean and then brought it home for dinner.
Check out Patrick Rhone’s awesome video review of the knife I carry.
I have a long and rocky relationship with pen and paper. I’ve often romanticized the idea of keeping a paper journal to record the passage of my life. Yet, despite many attempts over the years, I’ve never been able to stick to any kind of journalling habit for more than a couple of weeks at a time.
That was until I came across Ryder Carroll’s brilliant Bullet Journal concept and mashed it up with Patrick Rhone’s Dash/Plus pen and paper markup system into a “Hybrid Journal”.
None of what follows is going to make any sense unless you have at least a rudimentary understanding of Ryder and Patrick’s concepts. So, if you’ve never read them before, take a few moments to catch up on these:
The foundation and layout for the hybrid journal is Ryder Carroll’s Bullet Journal. He’s done an amazing job documenting the setup and usage on this site, including awesome video how-tos. I recommend reviewing it in a desktop browser to get the full effect.
I have deplorable penmanship. Even my check-boxes look like shit. This is one of the main roadblocks I struggled with when figuring out how the Bullet Journal would work for me. However, I can draw a pretty boss dash, so Patrick Rhone’s Dash/Plus paper markup system ended up being the perfect solution.
Extending Dash Plus
Since Patrick’s system is based on a simple “—”, it is very extensible. There are almost limitless ways it can be adapted to fit your needs.
I don’t stray too far from Rhone’s suggested Dash/Plus markup. All items start with and are converted from the initial “—” Dash.
- “—” is an incomplete action item
- “+” is a completed action item
- “→” is an item that has been carried forward to the next day
- “←” is an item that has been deferred to another list, calendar, or task/project manager
- “triangle” is a data or reference point
- “*” is an event
- “lightning bolt” is an idea or thought
As suggested in the Bullet Journal walk through, I start the book with an Index, on the right page of a two-page spread, a couple of pages in. I include a markup reference in one of the preceding pages leading up to this Index.
Next, also true to the Bullet Journal, I start the each month on the left page of a two page spread, the first month immediately following the Index. The left page contains a numbered column with one row for each date of the month. In the adjacent column to the date, I mark the day of the week with a single character. This page is used as a calendar to record the most important event(s) occurring on a given date.
On the right page of the month-spread (opposite the calendar), I deviate slightly from the Carroll’s setup.
I couldn’t really grok the suggested “list of actions to accomplish each month”. So, instead of this list, I duplicate the two-column date/day format from the left page of the spread. Asymmetry drives me completely bananas, so I’m careful to get the rows to line up with those on the facing page.
I add two to three additional columns, depending on how many trickle habits I’m working on at the time. Currently, these are Daily Writing and Exercise.
These serve as a “don’t break the chain” system for tracking incremental changes.
From there, the setup stays fairly true to the Bullet Journal, dashing and plusing the events and tasks from each day as I go.
I recommend the large, squared-grid Moleskine
to serve as the journal. I like the quality, aesthetic and the history of a Moleskine. The back pocket serves as a wallet and holds a few Frictionless Capture Cards in case I need to pass on a note to someone. It’s my analog iPad mini.
I write with a 0.7mm Pentel Energel. They’ve been my favourite for years. To be honest I wish the ink dried a bit quicker, but I am learning patience.
I integrate a couple of iOS apps to extend the hybrid aspect of the notebook. One serves as a digital backup of the log, and the other is used to defer tasks and track projects.
To digitally back up my analog journal, I take a photo each night of that day’s entries and add it to Day One. I tag them with “hybrid” to keep them organized. Sometimes individual log items are copied to their own entry as well if I think they’ll need to be recalled later.
One could use Evernote in the same fashion and take advantage of the superior search and OCR ability. If I were to use Evernote, I’d call my main notebook “Journal” and sort it by Date Modified (like a gentleman). I’d archive that notebook at the end of each year by renaming it to “20xx” for the year that just passed and create a new “Journal” notebook to coincide with a new Moleskine.
Occasionally, journal items aren’t carried forward to the next day. Instead they may belong as a next action on a project-specific list, or need to be deferred to future date. These scenarios can both be handled within the confines of the Bullet Journal, but to me they’re better handled by Omnifocus. Really, you could use any task app here—I don’t think it matters. I use OF because it’s familiar and it works the way I think.
I use the canonical Dash/Plus method to log items throughout the day. Each item as it comes in begins as a “—” and evolves from there depending on what it means to me.
Every night before bed I do a quick review and plan for the next day.
- Marking any completed action items with a “+”
- Carrying forward with a “→” any items I’ll try to complete the next day
- Copying any deferred or project tasks to Omnifocus and marking them with a “←” if I don’t plan to carry them forward to tomorrow
- Copying any incomplete date-specific events to my calendar and marking them deferred with a “←”
Plan for tomorrow
- Check forecast view in Omnifocus for tomorrow, add any events to the journal
- Add any due or deferred tasks to the journal
- Select the top three most important tasks for tomorrow so I can start the day without thinking about what I need to do
This gives me a head start for the next day. Then, I just try to repeat the same process again.
The key to both Bullet Journal and Dash/Plus is adaptability. Neither system is rigidly defined, and Pen & Paper are inherently customizable. If you’re feeling artistic, you can incorporate Sketch Notes into your workflow. What I’ve documented here works for me and got me to stick with an analog journal. Take whatever elements you like from these systems and mash them into one that works for you.
I bet that big old iPad 2 is really holding you back from getting some serious work done. It’s just too big and cumbersome. Just not “mobile” enough, you know? Have you considered how much more useful an iPad mini would be?
And once you get that mini, you’d probably be way more productive if you bought the whole suite of Omni Group apps. You could line them all up in one row on your home screen, arranged in a spectrum by icon colour. Imagine how sweet that would look! If you did, though, you’d probably have to transition back to OmniFocus from Taskpaper. Even though you just switched to Taskpaper from OmniFocus. No big deal. Time well spent, right?
If you’re going to go back to OmniFoucs, you should really give Evernote another look, too. Did you read Vardy’s post “The Productivity Path”? That seems like a pretty awesome workflow. It might take some time getting all of your plain text notes out of Dropbox and into Evernote. Maybe you could rethink your whole organization system while you do it. You could put EVERYTHING into Evernote, so would you even need Dropbox anymore? Maybe for that distraction-free writing app you’re using.
While we’re on the subject, have you considered what features your current writing app might be missing? Sure, you probably don’t need any of them, per se, but it would be really cool if you had them available, just in case. You should probably go review Terpstra’s iTextEditor chart for an hour or two, or however long it takes you to realize that they’re all juuuuust one or two features short of perfect.
If none of those apps are a fit for your writing needs, maybe it’s time to take another route. You know what is the ultimate distraction-free writing environment? A typewriter! Retro! I bet you can almost hear yourself clickity-clacking out some real creative work on one of those vintage Smith Corona jobs. Just like Hank Moody. Drink! Make sure to spend a bit of time googling which one looks the coolest first.
Hold on, though. Before you sit down to unleash those amazing ideas, to pour those words onto the blank sheet of paper, you should really get your blood pumping. Get some fresh air. Get those creative juices flowing. Now, if you could just choose which fitness app is the best, you’d be set. And you weren’t planning to start running in those old sneakers, were you? Have you looked into what the coolest minimal running trend is …?
You started to write this post about how saying “no” is hard, and you came up with some simple “hacks” to help. You thought you were pretty clever. It was going to be great, wasn’t it? Unfortunately, iCloud shit the bed, and you lost a couple hundred words.
You got burned and you changed your apps and your work flow and you started to write those words again. You hit a roadblock, so you saved the draft and decided to come back to it later. You’ve opened that document a few times since then, but something just doesn’t feel right about it. You’re not sure where to take it. Why? Why can’t you finish this essay?
Because its a huge pile of bullshit.
Because saying “no” isn’t really hard at all. In fact, its pretty much the simplest fucking thing that you can do. It’s one of the first things everyone learns to say. When you choose to say “no” by default, when you do it over and over, it becomes even easier. No, I can’t commit to that deadline. No, I don’t need to change my task manager. No, I don’t eat dessert. No, I’m not drinking alcohol on weekdays.
Problem is, somewhere along the way, you forgot how.
You say yes to projects you don’t have time to do. You say yes to re-evaluating your workflows instead of doing the work. You say yes to eating junk food and sitting on the couch watching TV.
Years ago you got really good at saying no. It helped you lose 70 lbs. But time has passed, and you’ve got two kids and a sedentary job and lifestyle, so you’ve gained most of that weight back. You’re also busier and more stressed than you’ve ever been.
So when you read that unfinished essay, you realize you’re lying to yourself, and by publishing it you’d just be lying to everyone else. And that’s when you decide to stop.
Saying “no” isn’t hard, and the sooner you admit this to yourself, the sooner you can get on with it and do some goddamn work.
When I woke up this morning and moved to get out of bed, virtually every muscle in my body was aching. This is because yesterday I started a regime of exercise, as one does, to get back in shape for the new year.
Whenever I begin to work out again after a period of inactivity, it hurts. I’m able to push through the pain because I’m excited about getting in shape. When I commit to eating healthy and to eating less, the pangs of hunger hurt. Its OK, because I’m excited about burning those extra calories.
Right now I’m trying to write something, anything, every day so I can attempt to grow as a writer. It hurts; it’s so much easier just to read other people’s work or hop on a social network and refresh until someone says something inspiring. But I’m excited about prospect of getting better.
Maybe it’s like this for all projects or habits we start. We push through the pain because we’re excited about the goal. Hopefully by the time the excitement wears off, the pain subsides and a new habit is formed, right?
But is that really the point?
When we repeat an exercise routine or a diet, our gains (or losses, depending on which direction we’re going) plateau. The body adapts. We can lose faith that we’re on the right track and give up, or keep plugging away with no tangible results.
I know when I’m working out, when I’m really into the swing of it, I look forward to the pain. If I don’t feel it, I know it’s time to challenge myself. Maybe add more weight or change my routine so I can progress and grow.
We can apply this same mentality elsewhere, too. When something becomes easy, perhaps it’s because we’re not challenging ourselves enough.
Keep moving, working, challenging, making and shipping. Keep growing. Starting hurts, and I think maybe its supposed to so we know that we’re moving in the right direction.
In June of 1998, we celebrated my Grandfather’s eighty-fifth Birthday. The party was held in the common room of the hospital’s palliative care unit.
He was losing a long battle with emphysema and other smoking-related problems. He had fought them for so many years, I don’t recall a time in my life when he was healthy.
I imagine he must have been in considerable pain that day, because he was heavily dosed with Morphine. There were some other visitors in the common room during the party, and Grandpa kept asking what they were doing in our campsite. Opiates must be something special.
He tired quickly after the cake was served and had to be taken to his room to lay down. At this point each of us were allowed a few minutes to “wish Grandpa a Happy Birthday” alone. The grand children went first, and I was sent in with my thirteen year old sister.
In retrospect, I knew full-well that we weren’t supposed to be saying “Happy Birthday”, we were supposed to be saying “goodbye”. But on that day I didn’t want to believe it. My sister and I wished him a Happy Birthday, gave him a hug, and turned to leave. He was suddenly lucid.
“You’re leaving already?” To me, specifically. Not my sister.
We told him we had to get back to the party. He paused, looked me in the eyes, smiled and nodded.
He had gone into palliative care, rallied, and been released before. He could do it again. Why would this time be any different?
This time was different. He passed away two days later.
I wish I had listened to my gut and taken my sister out of the room and then gone back in on my own. I wish I had told him how much he had meant to me, how he had taught me what true strength and integrity were. How he showed me what it meant to be a good man. But I didn’t. I just left.
This is in my thoughts as I sit on my bedroom floor and hold his World War II medals in my hands. I keep them in a box in my bedside drawer, mixed with various other trinkets from my past. Most of this stuff is just that: stuff. I pause, reflect on what memory it holds for me, and then, for most items, I place them onto a pile to be thrown away.
I’m at the tail end of a major year-end purge. We’ve donated or thrown away a dozen or so large garbage bags of “stuff” since Christmas. Kids toys, books, clothes, junk.
These medals are staying in my drawer, though. I will likely give them to my son when he is old enough to appreciate them.
However, I will let go of my regrets today. They don’t belong with Medals of Honour. Instead, they will be the company of good memories of a great man, as they are intended to be.
As we move forward into a new year, it is a good time to take stock of both our possessions and our thoughts. To pause, to reflect, to let go and to move on.
Happy New Year,
I’m worried about our relationship with the pull-to-refresh interface in most iOS applications. The user experience for this feature is great, but the nature of what the action represents is concerning.
The animations are ascetically pleasing. The luxury of syncing without having to close and reopen an app or wait a pre-configured interval of time is certainly appreciated. The pull-drag-bounce routine is satisfying at an almost emotional level, and the gesture itself is infinitely preferable to a manual sync button.
But what need or desire is compelling this action? What are we expecting to have transpired or changed in the brief moment since this application was opened? What update could possibly have been applied that would require another check so soon? This feeling is particularly insidious in regards to social media applications. What are we looking for when we pull-to-refresh?
Perhaps its the fear of missing out on some hilarious banter or breaking news. Perhaps we’re checking to see if you’ve responded to the message we just sent – What could you possibly be doing that is more important than reading and responding to my @reply!? – Perhaps we’ve lost our patience with asynchronous communication.
More likely though, its worse than all of that. What we’re waiting for is someone we follow to say something that is going to inspire us to action, or looking for someone share something that will distract us from it.
Every time we pull-to-refresh, there’s a small chance that we can delay or completely eliminate the need to conjure within ourselves the motivation to do something meaningful.
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.