A Modest Guide to Productivity

I do adore writing that's addressed to a specific audience, more so when that audience is you. Frank has written himself a reminder, but the wisdom here is clear and accessible for anyone who works in their head or behind a desk. I often find it hard to disentangle what I'm capable of as a single person and the impression I get of what everyone else seems to be capable of in aggregate. So, any tricks to re-ground myself are welcomed.

Here is one of my favourite tips:

A massive block of [tasks that have a difficulty of] four’s and five’s means you need to ask for help. (This is okay! Now you know where you need it, which is half of asking.)

And I'll leave off with one more:

But usually—mostly—the things left on the list are our fears. There is no pleasant way to face them, but we must.

Quest

I liked D&D but I didn’t have anyone to play with in the small community I grew up in and even as a nostalgic adult, I doubt I’d invest the time to learn to play again. This seems like a smart idea from their teaser page. I’m excited to see what their future Kickstarter campaign will bring.

Bookmarked for future reference.

April 29, 2018

Likes are Meaningless, But…

NOTE: I Missed posting yesterday, I forgot to click publish on my draft. Oh well, enjoy two posts today then.

Anil Dash hearts me hearting him

If Anil Dash “hearts” anything like I do, then he clicks that little heart icon on everything like an animal,[1] so this is probably completely meaningless, but… I’m still smiling on the inside.


  1. I wanted to use a word that rhymes with brother-trucker, but I didn’t, you know, to protect the children. ↩︎

Ash Furrow has Inspired Me to Remove Google Analytics

I’ve long been wondering why I have any analytics whatsoever. I mean, what am I doing with that information? Call it bandwagon jumping, but I’m not running Google Analytics[1] anymore.[2]


  1. As a side benefit: I always laugh like a child every time I type analytics. My typing cadence causes me to type the first four letters before carrying out the rest. Some strange feature of my muscle memory. ↩︎

  2. There are server logs being collected and some basic hit data being recorded by my CDN (I think) and my CMS but I have less control over that.\ ↩︎

Anil Dash on the Web’s Missing Pieces

[View Source] was one of the most effective technology teaching tools ever created. And no surprise, since the web was invented for the purpose of sharing knowledge.

That’s where I started. I remember there was a small golden age of writing little notes to whomever was browsing your source. It was like finding the carpenter’s name scratched in the bottom of a bench.

I’m not going to stop concatenating and minifying my sites, but perhaps leaving the original files/partials/whatever available to browse would be a step in that direction. Although, that’s probably what Github is used for these days. Another distant step removed from the web of old, but it’s where we’re at today.

April 26, 2018

Envy and Jealousy, Not My Favourite Suits

I’ve been bouldering a few times a week, every week, for the last year and a half. I've gotten better over that time, my hands and feet are stronger, my balance is coming along decently as well. Overall I am pretty happy with my progress.

Until last week, then I wasn’t.

I'd just had a decent climb. Topped a few problems[1] that I hadn't managed to get earlier and just before I was about to leave, I bumped into a friend, who I hadn't seen in a few weeks. He had progressed a tonne. I mean, compared to the last time I climbed with him, the boy had made some huge gains. I felt like a seal watching a monkey climb a tree.

I should be happy for him, and I am, honestly, he deserves it after all the work he put in to his climbing, but I would be lying to say that I didn’t use that situation to take the hammer to my confidence. I stayed for a bit, humoured him and attempted some of the same problems he was working on, at which point he earnestly tried to support and build me up. But, I bounced soon after. Leaving couldn’t have come any quicker.

The ride home was pretty rough. I’m not (typically?) a jealous person. I'm (usually?) pretty reasonable and calm. I am happy for my friend. The three dimensional chess playing out in my head put a real damper on the evening and the cloud still lingers a little bit when my eyes lose sharp focus.

What really upsets me, isn’t that I’m not better, or that my mate has blown by, it’s really that I got upset at all. I mean where did that floodwater of insecurity come from? How didn’t I realise that there was a Last Jedi-esque spooky hole in my head? Have I been that over-confident or self-absorbed that I forgot about it?

Today, I have a smidge more perspective. I’m making my way slowly down the stairs, beginning far up my own butt, to the ground floor. Perhaps, I just needed a little bump to remind myself that I should be humble. Daily practise is definitely what the doctor’s called for, but damn, sometimes little shocks can rattle something deep, something you’d rather forget about than deal with: the reality that says, “That is all part of you, that’s who you are, dummy.”

Oof.


  1. That's the lingo for a bouldering route from the ground to the top of the last hold. They range in difficulty and aren't all that high. The whole exercise is mostly about technique and explosive power.

    You should consider trying it, truly. ↩︎

Brendan Dawes Hearts URLs

My internet avatar grew up following the same guide posts as Brendan here: constantly pouring through a webpage’s source and a keeping an eye towards the URL structure. Suffice to say this love letter to the humble URL resonated with me.


My favourite reads lately have been, in their own way, love letters to a certain time or place. I reread a load of Dickens over the winter holiday season and couldn’t help but trudge down the same coal-darkened London streets that he wrote so deftly about. And Carlos Ruiz Zafón’s Shadow of the Wind, with a remarkable rush of deja vu, placed me right back in the sun-baked streets of Barcelona. The earnest, childish affection for the spirit of a city and its idiosyncrasies grabs ahold of something deep within me. A loving description of time or place makes me perk up.

More and more regularly, people of the Internet seem to writing in this vein. Capturing the spirit of the web, describing its strange contours and revealing the glowing hearts of its inhabitants.

Julia Evans’s Awesome Collection of Handmade Zines

Playful and useful resources to explain difficult programming concepts. Loved So You Want to be a Wizard and couldn’t help sending it on.

I totally want to make one of these. The iPad and Apple Pencil is just begging to be used for this. Anybody want to join in?

Give Firefox a Fresh Chance?

I’m an old Internet person, relatively speaking, so I get teary-eyed thinking about the role Mozilla played in the web standards movement. They’ve revamped Firefox with a brand new rendering engine and some very clever developer tools (love the grid view). It’s worth taking a look, if you haven’t recently.

I think at this point, switching browsers to “keep browsers manufacturers competing,” is probably misguided. Leaving aside rendering engines and their slight differences, this becomes a debate about identity. Apple people use safari. Google/Android/Chrome people use, well, Chrome. Web people also use Chrome. Everyone else runs something probably powered by the Blink (née Webkit, née KHTML) rendering engine. Sure Microsoft has their own thing going on with Edge (which, from what I hear is pretty good), but the main point to underscore is that web standards was largely victorious and how the web works is roughly the same for everyone above a certain income level.[1]

If you want deeper integration with your OS level features, more privacy, more extensibility and so on, then you are likely to make a choice for a niche browser. That however, comes with the realisation that you know what you want out of an internet browser. These days, that’s pretty esoteric. Most people see the world through tiny film-covered windows looking out of Facebook’s high tower.


  1. Why yes, it turns out that zippy internet speeds, large monitors, or capable hardware is a privilege for a few and not the reality for everyone. ↩︎

April 22, 2018

So, I’m Like 7 Years Old Now

I am utter garbage when it comes to recognising the passage of time. Carrying on a now growing tradition of missing this blog’s birthday, here we are: another year has passed.

I’ve never enjoyed blogging as much as I have this year. So, here’s to seven more… presuming I still enjoy it enough to keep going. Scratch that, here’s to seven more years despite myself.

Science Tells Us What We Already Feel

TL;DR: Choose to hang around people that are better than you in ways you value. That last bit is important, I can’t tell you how weird it was being around with best clown I could find on Craigslist.

What is this Place?

This is the weblog of the strangely disembodied TRST. Here it attempts to write somewhat intelligibly on, well, anything really. Overall, it may be less than enticing.