Adventures In Moving

The past couple of weeks have been an increasing number of stressful events, growing slightly up until the point where I realised that I haven’t written anything for the blog since… January? Something like that. I feel bad and in a good way; I’m annoyed at missing out on it, as opposed to any weird social pressure-type reason.

So that’s good.

However, it’s time to be truthful; I’m not going to post for at least another week. We’re moving in the next few days and time is very much up for my attempts to spend any serious time on thinking about a subject, let alone writing about one.

In the meantime I’ll likely be active on since it’s such a good reprieve from the chaos of moving home, as well as life in general. I encourage you to join, it is a lot of fun.


Closed Means Closed

Ed Cormany recently shared a link to a step-by-step tutorial for the Apple-owned Workflow app.

Not only was Ed interested in the existence of such tutorials at all but when I saw what the specific editorial was about I perked up; as a (happy) Apple Music subscriber I would definitely be interested in learning how to get quicker access, especially if the instructions are written out in what is likely an easily consumable manner.

Well, I can only assume.

Federico Viticci recently shared a link to a tip for the Apple-owned Workflow app.

Federico, like Ed, was interested — enthused even — to see such information being produced by Apple. It is in fact for the same thing and so, again, I thought this was good only this time I was hesitant to put much more effort into investigating.

You see, this editorial is only available to read in the App Store app on iOS. Whilst it’s enough of a shame to see such interesting and potentially valuable information locked behind such a closed door, it was also interesting to me to see that it was shared in both cases behind another closed door: Twitter. Whilst Federico owns and writes for the excellent Macstories, there might not be much that can be realistically done to stop Apple — or anybody else — from hiding such excellent writing and help away within their own closed spaces. Meanwhile Twitter continues to be the deeply flawed vessel through which this information is carried and given to… some people who would find it useful.

Yet another sign of just how limiting and limited the modern web is.


(Note: This was originally written in the Spring of 2017.)


I’m tired more often and I’m getting more work done. This makes sense but seriously: fuck time. Even as I finally get around to better organising my time, it refuses to do anything else but disappear. Kinda rude.

I’ve definitely hit a wall with this, where no amount of extra effort applied gets me closer to my goals. So, it’s time to apply some smarter work. I’m going to schedule work sessions at the beginning and end of every day, when I’m most likely to have full free time, and honestly when I feel high levels of motivation; maybe proximity to sleep is the key ingredient here. That will be helped by a dose of automation, specifically with the tech that I’m using; it’s taken a long time but I’m finally settled on a structure for the various pieces of software I use to stay organised, so now it’s time to set up some automated processes for them to run through.

Overall I’m happy with this approach. It’s a lot simpler than various previous efforts.

As far as the blog goes, there will be two new regular additions:

Post A Day
That’s one guaranteed post each day. Will likely be mostly nonsense but we’ll see how it goes.

Selfie A Day
Yep, I’m finally giving into the whole selfie thing. Basically, I need to lose weight and have lost patience with previous attempts to do so; it’s time for the public shame route.

These will be taken on and posted to Instagram, with a basic cross-post to here.

So uh yeah. Change is good.


(Second Note: Those two planned additions are still happening, in some way, but not necessarily in such a weird-fake-branding way. I have no idea exactly how bad my sleep was back then but it is certainly better now… I mean… wow.)


(Note: This was originally written in the Spring of 2017.)


Is it a motivator? I think so.

I’m sitting here, in a university class room, and despite the irrefutable quality of the subject and following discourse I just… I feel tired. It’s the worst. I know I am actually tired due to lack of sleep and other such usual factors but to be honest I am also totally fucking bored.

Why? I dunno. Could it be stress? There are medical reasons for my tiredness but I don’t know what they are right now. I know one for sure, though, and it’s that if I am confronted by activity of others for mentally draining exercises then my body just feels the need to sleep. It is more likely to happen with something that I am not involved, to the point where I am fairly confident there is a strong correlation between level of involvement and likelihood of sleep.

It’s a mess, really, but I have at least discovered one thing; feeling discomfort helps. I feel both actually awake and a desire to do something. Now that’s motivation for me. The funny thing is that it is physical discomfort that has sparked this motivation.

I’m fairly sure if there is non-physical discomfort that I’d just feel a wave of tiredness.

Huh. Weird.


(Note: This was originally written in the Spring of 2017.)

I wonder how long it takes for somebody to go from defensiveness to guilt. Or even if many people complete that journey.

When we get called out for doing something that another person has taken offensive at or deems wrong in some way, is it not a requirement in basic compassion to accept wrongdoing, apologise, and give the accuser the opportunity to reconcile the situation?

I have always assumed this is a natural process, something you would do without breathing. Certainly I strive to follow this path in such situations where I have been an ass; okay it’s not always going to be perfect but I’m talking about basic levels of compassion here, like not even difficult for a child to employ.

So what is it about grown men thinking there is more value in their pathetic pride than there is in actually contributing to the world with some basic compassion? What’s wrong, did mummy fail to give you the love you so clearly think you deserve?

Bleh. Fuck men and their bullshit egos.

Hello by the way! If you’re reading this then I am currently judging you hard. Feel free to tell me off on Twitter, since I’m not about to apologise here. 🙂