Stray thoughts, tamed.
Content warning: Vegetarians will not like the images. In my penultimate post you saw a smidgin of my analysis of 2015 figures, which was the first step in figuring out how I would like to deal with 2016. The chief problem I had was one of proper time management. So I have come up with... Continue Reading →
Statistics rock! We cannot make proper goals without doing a proper review. Dreams are very nice and all, but unless you plot them with precision, they are not going to come true. This is why I like statistics. I start with statistics so that I can make reasonable goals for the following year. It helps... Continue Reading →
Here are a few oddities: I have been rushed off my feet with work since before Christmas, yet I have been taking stock. I love my sleep, yet I have not had very much of it – unless you count the last four nights. I have many plans, but no concrete plan in place for 2014.... Continue Reading →
Self-reprimand is often the best form of punishment precisely because it is private. I am going to make my most recent one public, though. It was ten minutes to seven o'clock when I sat down again to work this evening. I thought to myself, "Great, I can check my mail - and the odd forum... Continue Reading →
I am going to grease up an old four-inch pole, lay it horizontally on two posts about three feet above a body of psychedelic water and put it in an art gallery and call it "Time". Or, you can. Whoever gets to do it first, wins. That is one rule of time, by the way.
Today could be the perfect case study for bad time management. I pretty much had it under control for three and a half hours. At 10:30 I had been working for two hours at a steady pace and was enjoying the experience. Then I remembered my partner had a dental appointment at 11:30. Well, we... Continue Reading →
There is a BBC comedy skit program where a typical farmer fellow comes out of a barn and announces, "This year, I shall mainly be wearing Dolce&Gabbana.". He turns heel in his galoshes, returns to the barn and shuts the door. I am fond of quoting variations on this theme, by way of light relief... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 