Dave Seah has had an epiphany:
The big insight is that I’ve not taken responsibility for my adult existence, and instead have been rather more indulgent of my childhood impulses that I’ve realized. And while I’m not a parent, I can perhaps repurpose the mentality to create my own “sense of mission” toward myself: [...]
I’m disgustingly infatuated with Dave Seah’s Information Graphics. Stop me before I build a little shrine and start camping out on his lawn.
[EDIT] Oops.
Dave Seah is not Dave Shea.
Which I had just read.
Don’t think of your tongue.
Douglas Johnston has outdone himself with an update to the DIY Planner Hipster PDA Edition.
Go check it out.
Changing how I store the Someday/Maybe list from a file box to an attractive wall display has made it more useful and changed it from a black hole of no return into something that invites comment and contribution.
Workspace
Originally uploaded by jazzmasterson.
This is, after all, what I started this blog to talk about. And then I got sidetracked. :)
Anyhow, for now, check out my new photoset on Flickr, and I will blog here on the subject once regular posting resumes, which will likely be around early October.
It’s all well and good to try and kick the complexity monster in the head, but it’s entirely possible that you’re making things complicated because you need that to stay interested.
I need a (reasonably) inexpensive surface which I can hang around the house, and which is either magnetically charged itself, or can have magnets stuck to it.
Basically, I want this stuff but I want to stick metal bits to it.
I’m cool with raw material, so long as it’s reasonably inexpensive and not difficult to work [...]
How can I get over my phobia of the telephone so that “call so and so” action items don’t stop me dead in my tracks?
It’s a sad and guilty secret that I have spent more time over the last month dicking around with designing a better way to sort and track cards with less friction, than I have actually working.
The big sloppy pile that threatened to take over one half of the living room is gone, and that feels both good and very strange. That was mostly the easy stuff; mail to be answered or filed, receipts to file, bills to pay. The deck of problem cards is, as yet, unaddressed.
I said it [...]