Perhaps this post should really have been entitled GTD vs the Real Time Web..
Most folks are aware of the GTD method created by David Allen and coming up fast behind in the awareness stakes is the Pomodoro technique created by Francesco Cirillo.
I really can’t wait for this next month or so to be over – on the one hand YEY I’ll have completed a foundation degree in IT for Multimedia and I’ll be hopping stright onto the third year of a Bsc (hons) IT (entertainment systems) degree in September because my grades are high enough that even failing my current crop of assignments won’t affect automatic acceptance.
I promised my twitter followers a beading post a while back, and since getting the flip I’ve been promising a video blog so.. Ta-dah! 2 birds, one badly filmed stone *grin*
We went to visit my folks during reading week, while we were there the subject of my writing talent came up again (as it usually does when they start discussing what I should be doing with my life – family eh?!)
Been thinking a lot about life and religion lately – don’t ask me why, these thought percolate through my head on occasion (especially if I’ve spent a lot of time confined to bed)The conclusion I’ve come to is that I think I do believe in God. Not your God of course, because they way I see it no matter the title, nobody has the same God, even if they give him the same name and worship in the same way, we all view her differently.
I had an almost argument with my Gran the other day, it’s one we’ve had before because it’s a subject on which we both have strong and opposing views.
I’ve been boning up on social networks and the people who run and use them for a few weeks now and I’ve barely scratched the surface – even though I’ve been using these sites myself for years.
Nik aka loudmouthman has become my net pusher.
It’s odd isn’t it, that we can appear one way to to a vast majority of people online and yet somehow, should we meet those people, the way we appear is almost totally at odds with that former representation.
You see, my previous post was just a fly by thought, since then a few more things have occurred to me that tend to confirm that thought as a valid one.
Seriously, that thought just raced across my mind as I was looking around for new things to put on my blog. (you know, toys as opposed to content – I’m selfish like that)
Since I’ve been such a misery all day I felt a little effort was needed in order to shake off those blues before bed. Stef started the process with our little trip to the trafford park driving range (open til 10pm, £10 for 100 balls and the hire of 2 clubs, it’s one to remember) but i’m still not back to cheerful so..
..Sum me up in 1000 words.
Or not *grin* I was interviewed today by Sean (some of you may remember him, he was the filthy beast with whom I used to live before getting this here lovenest with my honey) he’s now studying journalism at Salford uni and has to interview ’someone interesting’ apparantly my CFS/ME issues come under that heading lol
Whaddaya know! Here was me thinking my humdrum life was of no interest to anyone but you little lot (all 6 or 7 of you regular visitors.. and by the way, how come only 3 of you ever comment? I love that K, Kelly and more recently HK have found something to say – but why do you others lurk so..?)
It is absolutely gorgeous out there today. Bit cold still, but the front room seems so warm and inviting when the sun streams through like this – and to think I used to avoid the sun where possible (well, ok so I’m not planning on going outside in it for long, but i’m not hissing behind closed curtains either)
Well, not really a dirty weekend, but it sounds good *grin*
One of Stef’s friends got married on Saturday, we had to go really – he made Stef do a reading at the wedding (which he got through in magnificent style despite his qualms about using the word ‘foibles’ *chuckle*) When we tried to book a room at the hotel where the wedding was being held there seemed to be none available so we booked a cottage in West Aukland instead:
I’ve been toying with the idea for some time now of trying to sell some of my creations on Ebay since there’s really nothing else I can do to raise money and fund my hobby, this has led to me also thinking of ways to link my website and make it do something useful as opposed to just sit there.
I can say that quite truthfully now. I was asked to contribute an article or 2 for an M.E. website, this is the result.
I know, it’s not really a big thing in the grand scheme of things, but I was quite chuffed that not only did they ask me, they’ve used the article and asked if I’d be willing to do more.. Is that a ‘hell yeah’ you hear? I think so.
I was looking through the musofinder forums for a link I posted a while back.. Instead I found one of my best ideas..
I’ve spent the last few days being completely knackered, tonight – I can’t sleep.. wide awake, buzzing and more mentally alert than I ‘ve been in months.
Obviously a good time to have a look through all my old text and word documents to clean out old unwanted files – which led to me deciding to update my cv – which led to me checking my blog for a certain date (see, blogs are useful) sadly this led to me getting sidetracked by some of my old posts.. It happens occasionally.
Was chatting to Neil last night and in the course of our conversation he helped me to solidify an idea in my mind of the website I want to create as my course project.
Sparx has a tidy idea:
I’m announcing a new competition. I want to find something that makes people laugh yet will not upset or cause offence to anyone, anywhere, no matter their race, gender or faith. Not even, and I going to be totally strict on this point, not even if they still think Burberry is cool.
I’m beginning to think someone somewhere is trying to get me to go down the pregnancy road.
Seriously – the last 2 weeks have given me a vast selection of email junk, varying from the usual viagra and penis extension rubbish to the worryingly more frequent ‘find a fuckbuddy’, ’sex addicts in your area’ and an assortment of new mother books, how to handle a first pregnancy and various links to nutritional guides for the pregnant woman.
Ok – update, I’ve been trawling the net for hobbies – I’m sorry Kitty, I’ve given stitching a go but it’s just not for me, I managed the vics template in about 2 hours ( it looks good btw) But even though I’m all twitchy I just couldn’t summon up any real enthusiasm to have a bash at the bookmark (though I’m gonna do it at some point, I hate that it’s just sitting in my top drawer whispering dire threats at me till I do… *ahem*)
I’ve had a day to process the images I first saw this morning. I’ve spoken to friends and sent god knows how many texts today – if nothing else the phone companies are always happy in a crisis.
The internet really is the place to meet people these days.
Sod the pubs and clubs, they’re just venues in which to get admired and wasted – if you want to meet that ’special’ someone, hook up to the net.
I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I can do anything.
I could take off tomorrow without a backward glance and travel the world alone.
That’s the part of me that swims through my mind free and unfettered, the part that screams like a dragon as it flames the sky, swirling in primeval glory.
I don’t see that part of me often enough.
My housemate (as previously mentioned many times before) is a filthy animal, I’m beginning to think this may just be a mark of some form of genius…
He’s planning on disappearing into some place a 2 day donkey trek outside civilization to watch a bunch of Howler monkeys for several months or more, this is the type of blog entry he’s promised he’d make about this experience: (more…)
Following several conversations with a few of my male friends and acquaintances and inspired by this funny yet inaccurate film, I’ve decided to compile this list.
I was going to make it a list of 10 things but my mind suddenly went blank – I didn’t want to start off with a load of physical attributes as every woman I know likes different things so this is why it’s quite generic. (more…)
As you may or may not know about me, I love artwork – especially landscapes/ seascapes or anything fantasy related.
I’ve been browsing around (again) and I’ve found some bloody good stuff so my link list will be getting longer, just as a taster for one of the sites I found today have a squizz at this:
I came across this earlier – It was something we had when I studied Hamlet at English A-level so it was quite a surprise to find it online (though on reflection… What a daft thing to be surprised about!)
I remember using it as my soliloquy for the mock a level performing arts exam. So much fun. I do miss reading plays with a group actually, I was an ok actress – but I’m so out of practice now, I doubt I could read for a piece of set convincingly never mind casting… Besides – acting didn’t give me as much of a buzz as singing does.
We have the perfect website – I wonder if anyone else out there has done this? probably… *sigh*
but it’s still a top idea *grin* s’what happens when a load of girlies get together and start man bashing lol
I feel a whimsy, maybe I should just write – its been a while since I did a random stream of consciousness thingamabob…
yeeeeessssssss… blame twin peaks, i do.
well, i called in sick today. (again) its bad enough being ill in work when you can still just about function but talking all day with a throat that feels like so much chopped liver… nah. no point – i shall just have to accept the fact that im gonna be whinged at, i cant help being ill can i?
despite only managing 2 hours sleep i feel more alive and refreshed today than i have in ages. Its great!
ok so the day is bright and sunny outside (well it was a couple of hours ago anyway…) i can tell by the quality of light seeping through the gaps in my curtains.
I dont ‘do’ daylight normally… my curtains are opened at dusk usually – and no. im not a vampyre. i just havent seen a huge amount of sunlight over the last 6 or 7 years and it now causes headaches. (Thats my excuse and im sticking to it – look at recent evidence… i spend one morning ONE MORNING! in sunlight – the next 3 days have me laid up and being unbelievably ill! not doing that again in a hurry!)
My aversion to the intake of vitamin D aside… ive called british gas again (seems my last call didnt actually sort anything as the girl i spoke to completely neglected to take a single detail down in note form so i was being threatened with a cut off… oh the joys!) that is now apparantly sorted (we’ll wait 12 days and see shall we… my faith in their call centre is not the greatest) i have much washing festooned around the house – place smells great even if it looks like a shambles *grin* and ive done some more work on I.F’s book…
I do however need to stop reading mills & boons…
i go through these phases you see… i get all sorts of romantic notions and start feeling bitterly dissapointed in life (usually always after an illness too… hmmm…) sadly i got into the habit as a kid of reading this ‘trash’ when confined to bed, my normal reading matter is too involved for me to handle when im ill – these things are great, you can read one in an hour – if that.
The main problem i have with them… well.. its embarrasing.
All bitterness/ cynicism aside where relationships are concerned, i DO truly believe that everyone has someone this belief was probably fosterd through reading this destructive literature (and the small magazine efforts that used to come with the womans own mag when i was about 8 or 9… not the most suitable subject matter i admit but i guess i was a little precocious back then) still – i always had the dream that one day some guy would sweep me off my feet and life would be rosey, probably kids featured in there somewhere and many arguments (i dont mean the hurtful kind, just day to day disagreements that can be overlooked in the grand scheme of things.. anyhow, wheres the fun in making up if you dont argue) but all that matterd to my dream was this central figure – flashing eyes, tender smile, strong arms… romantic drivel.
i think i missed mine about 10 years ago, would explain a lot. *sigh* it is nice to dream though, its just these days at least i understand that a dream is all well and good – but it doesnt hold up too well when you have a mortgage/ rent and bills to pay.
Always think first.
but back to the M&B phenomena… a good one will leave me with a really warm ‘huggy’ feeling and i need to find someone to pass it on to, the flip side is i can be left crying at the unfairness of it all – why isnt life like THAT, why cant i meet someone who matches me that well in everything (and coincidentally, has a great bike and car/ global business empire/ private retreat…)
LOL women eh?! i know… shallow creatures. Still… Everytime im ill i guess i’ll reach for my dreams. I can Honestly state when im well they get packed back up again, i have far more interesting things to do than moon after a guy. s’fer damn straight!
Ha! im on one tonight… well this morning… gah! i really do live in my own time… vicky time *grin*
Hmmm… im in a writing mood now see, since i have this here blog i figure i should just keep right on rambling… maybe not quite as bitterly as my previous few (yes i can see that its apparent to anyone with eyes that respect for my fellow man is in short supply)
I really do need to sort out my sleep patterns, for once i went to bed at a ‘reasonable’ hour the other night… i got woken up at about 1.30 by a text message from a friend asking if i was ok, why wasnt i online and should he call the police… cheers G.
thats my point though – anyone else would have left off cos of the time, but because my patterns are so ‘odd’ he saw nothing odd in sending it then (to be honest neither did i, i was only half asleep anyway, was in bed due to a blinding headache not out of any real sense of tiredness)
Time. now thats something worth waffliing about.
We measure our days and label that measurement ‘time’. We, as a people, are great believers in measurements. Mr and Mrs Jones can testify to that – everyone tries to measure up to them – it’s a well-known phrase “keeping up with the Joneses” as though life is a race.
But does this mean our whole lives, our entire reason for being is measured in time? What of good deeds? What of our ‘lives work’?
It is an interesting thing really, I mean, once you think about it. There is never just enough… it always seems to be too much or too little – It moves too fast or too slow, nobody is ever satisfied with the time they have – or the use to which they put it.
For example the old man on his deathbed, full of regrets because he didn’t ‘do’ something or ‘say’ something – it just never seemed the ‘right time’
A young couple sit talking about their forthcoming child… they had planned on having it at a later date, when it was the ‘right time’ ok they’ll cope, many have before and many will after, but they are giving up the chance to do so many things, all their time is going to be spent looking after this child. It’s said with love but also with regret.
come on… think about it. What exactly does that mean? The ‘right time’ what is right or wrong about time? Surely time just ‘is’.
Look, we take the time to watch others and emulate or envy their possessions and/ or achievements, yet rarely can you find a person content to just take the time to sit back and appreciate their own. Actually – that’s another interesting phrase ‘take the time’ it implies time is a physical object – something you can reach out and touch, after all – who says “take the wind”?
Time moves on at its own pace, a phrase often repeated yet never explained – is time a creature then? It moves, it paces, you can take it and measure it, and yet no one can see it. Should this ‘creature’ ever be at the beck and call of man then the universe will tremble indeed.
We can measure it, treasure it and at our leisure sit back and rewind to the ‘secrets’ contained within the vault of our racial memory, the term ‘racial memory’ once again implying that life is one big race…
…But then, is not ‘memory’ merely another aspect of time? Our lives are split between past and future – we have no present really… not if you actually think about it. The smallest segment of time has no name to the average man, it is the part between thoughts, between breath, between the past and the future – yet the part between these things has already become one or the other as you think on it – either words or actions that you cannot take back, choices you make and the paths you take – nothing is actually one moment between the two, not really. Not to the naked eye at least. Take the time… the ‘right’ time – more haste less speed, a stitch in time saves nine.
Meaningless!
And yet…
Time does hold meaning for us – Past, ‘present’, future. All blend in the melting pot of memory and hope; dreams can become reality – in time.
John Martyn, basically a rather good example of how even the most messed up of people can be a creative genious (listening to the ’solid air’ album again on the ol’ chill playlist) i dont think i shall ever get to the stage of not liking his stuff.
AHhhhhhhh..
how odd, i have managed to find things to do other than just sitting in front of my pc for 3 (yes, THREE!!!) whole days. the mind boggles.. truly.
(although i did check my messages and send the odd email before bed and upon waking so i suppose i havent managed to wean myself away just yet…).
Tribeca is a fantastic place to go, not only is the upstairs bit PURPLE LEATHER but they have a basement level called ‘Bed’ where they have a karaoke on a tuesday… it rocks, much fun was had by all – even M (which i think made up for the birthday fiasco) last night a friend came up to visit me from Daventry (i grew up there, its a hell hole, never go.) he introduced me to the dubious pleasures of Ebay, now… you may ask yourself how ive been online so long without actually using this site, the answer is simple – i have nothing to sell, and no money to buy. though there were some very nice bikes on there…
Decided to forgo selling my book collection on ebay despite the urgings of P and S (mainly since im more likely to sell my body and soul than part with any of them) instead chose to look up some more music stuff but got sucked into an article about the legality of p2p music downloads instead.
had yet ANOTHER person nag at me about getting some of my poetry published so my next entry to this will be a poem. by me. next time i get told to ‘publish’ i shall merely smile and say that i have done so already. (not exactly a falsehood, check here under the name vicky stringer, im the one with jane in the middle. its all a diddle of course, virtually everything i have on here has been stuck in one of their books – apparantly, they keep emailing me and sending me letters out – ive even been nominated for poet of the year 3 years running – would seem more impressive if i didnt think everyone who submits a poem to this site gets entered alongside me…)