David Kadavy is author of Mind Management, Not Time Management, The Heart to Start & Design for Hackers.
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This post is going to be a disaster. I’m going to just barf it out. That’s how this all started in the first place. Remember when blogging used to be a casual thing? Then you have a few readers, and you start thinking, “I better make sure that I provide quality content. I better make sure every post is really great.” You make a few good posts, try spending hours refining a few others, and what do you get? Nothing. It’s perfection paralysis. A wise man recently told me, “done beats perfect every time.” Well, perfect and done beats done, but if you’re going for perfect, you never get done. Capicé?
My friend Joe was talking about his improv class. He said it went something like this:
Instructor: Let’s go around the room and each of us explain why we do comedy.
Common response of classmates: I want to move to LA and become a big star.
Joe: I do this because if I didn’t – I would probably bring a gun to work.
That. Is art.
Many people hate Southwest’s format for seating. For those of you who aren’t familiar, when you check in, you are assigned a group, “A,” “B,” or “C,” depending on how early you have checked in. Then the plane is boarded in group “A,” then “B,” then “C.” This results in people standing in line for as long as an hour so they can be sure to get the best spot. All of that effort is uneccesary though if you just follow these tips, which work best when you are flying alone.
I know that with whom you live is every bit as important as where you live, so Meetro’s own Vinnie and I are organizing Flatmate Meetup, at Zeitgeist Bar in San Francisco next Wednesday, August 30th. Looking through Craigslist postings just doesn’t cut it sometimes. Now you can meet potential roommies face-to-face, and have a great time!
Yes, this event does have a self-serving purpose. I’m looking for a place in San Francisco in The Mission or Hayes Valley area…with cool roommates. Tell everyone you know in San Francisco who is looking for roommates to RSVP for the Flatmate Meetup now!
Does anyone else find this sponsorship to be a bit. Uhm. Inappropriate? Ah, the power of random ad serving.
From New York Times
OnMyCommand is a mind-blowingly useful contextual menu plugin for OS X that allows you to execute UNIX commands from your right-click menus. Fortunately for the UNIX illiterate among us, users have submitted hundreds of useful commands that will give you Quicksilver-like savings of time and RSIs. The best part is, you don’t have to learn anything fancy – it puts your most common tasks just a right-click away. Here are some of the commands I use regularly:
h3. Send File(s) via e-mail
Frustrated by the Finder<Services<Mail<Send File command’s inability to attach multiple files to an e-mail, not to mention the clunkiness of this “shortcut?” This command attaches multiple files to new Mail.app e-mail and populates the subject line with the file names. Since commands can be edited, I even made customized copies of this command to then immediately send the e-mail to people I send attachments to most, or to populate the address field with their e-mail addresses, so I can then write them a short message before sending. This command has easily saved me hours.
Recently WorkMetro worked with Hombre Films to produce a hilarious promo for WorkAustin.com called “How Not To Interview.” Here’s the video:
It’s on YouTube, so you can pass it around easily. Blog it. MySpace it. IM it. Yo DAAAAAAAAAWWG!!
During my three years in Omaha between college and the big move, I lived in an apartment complex called London Square. It was a great location, right in the heart of Dundee, one of Omaha’s most desireable neighborhoods, but my first unit there was the cheapest one that I could get: a basement apartment. The unit certainly had its faults in its first months: a dishwasher that leaked stagnant water, flooding that soaked the carpet of much of my living room, frightening insects that were at first sight, unidentifiable, and some extremely smelly old ladies that lived across the hall, that were known to wander the hallway in their diapers. These are all stories of their own, but nothing sticks out of my stay at London Square like “The Bat Story.”
One day I was doing my laundry in the London Square basement laundry room. I was transporting my clothing from the washing machine to the dryer, armful by armful, when a dead bat fell out of said clothing onto the floor. I thought that I had screamed, but I do know that nothing audible came from my lungs. I simply stared down at the tiny bat, wondering if perhaps one moment I would wake up, in my bed, in a cold sweat – but it did not happen. It felt like one of those traumatic experiences that has a surreal quality by virtue of it not immediately feeling nearly dramatic as you know it will sound when it is retold. “Is that what I think it is? Yes, it is a bat? Is it…whoo, yes, it is dead.” I of course transported what clothes that were now in the dryer back to the washing machine for a second go.
The call to the property manager was interesting: “Yes, this will sound incredibly odd, but the other day when I was doing laundry, I discovered that my clothes had been washed with a dead bat.”
The response of the typically customer-service challenged property manager was disturbingly nonchalant even for her: “oh, that’s funny, someone called and said they had seen a bat in the laundry room, but we went over there and ya know – we didn’t find anything.”
Hmmm. Bats live in caves – maybe they should have looked in the washing machine.
Don’t believe me? Here’s “The Bat”:
Okay, Adrian, you got me. This should be fun, anyway.