Typing at you live from my Starbucks studio on the corner of Redhill and Edinger in lovely Tustin, California. Outside is parked my Silver BMW 325 328i loaner car from Crevier BMW. Inside I’m parked at a table in the far corner looking at girls wearing jeans that are too tight and business-type guys wearing shirts that are a little too blue.
At the dealer, there was the guy referenced above. Turns out he was one of those “I’m too important to have to wait” people too.
Ahhhh. Orange County. And, I don’t belong here.
Don’t get me wrong. I like the OC. The beach, the sterile cleanliness of Irvine. The funkiness that is 17th Street in Costa Mesa. The true weirdos in Laguna Beach. Like ‘em all.
Before you OC residence get in a snit, this isn’t in reference to any of you. It’s your neighbors, the people you work with. Heck, it’s probably your boss. Whoever they are, they aren’t my kind of people.
They lease their BMWs and Mercs because they think they are supposed to. The go to Newport Beach bars for no other reason than so they can say the word Newport Beach in the office tomorrow. They have no cash and probably living on the edge of debt, if not completely submerged in it. All in an effort to live the OC lifestyle with their OC friends and OC cars and OC happening places.
I’m a simple guy. I like simple things. I like to pay for things with money I have. I don’t have fake teeth, boobs or have had any kind of surgery to alter my body in anyway. I don’t have a thing in the common with these people and wonder if they know they are like this.
Again, this isn’t all the OC peeps. I have some great friends that are great people that live in the OC. Somehow they are the ones that managed to not get caught up in the OC haze.
It’s the rest of them.
For the record, I would never drive a car because I think it would impress people. Ok, except for an Audi R8. But c’mon, you’ve seen it, right?
What a disaster somethings can be.
Cleaning up messes
That shot was taken at a customers house this week. It’s a beautiful house. Quite large with many fancy things, including a groovy coi pond in the front. Very nice. Until I see the closet that contains what you see above.
You see, that’s a wiring panel that the home builder used as a central location for all of the homes communication cabling. Television, network and telephone all run into this particular panel. I would even imaging that when it was new, it was organized and tidy.
Until someone else came along and screwed it up. (Read on…)
No editing, batteries died and I might have had a little too much caffeine. Maybe.
There are times when I do things just to get to you guys, you know that right? The toot above is a great example of that.
I guess the new Facebook app for the ATP was released this week. All over my Facebook page was post after nerdgasm post proclaiming how awesome it was. Twitter too. It was everywhere. One of the posts said it had to be installed twice, so I thought I would pick on that and run with it.
Holy crap.
You ATP fanboys sure love your phone. More than a few of you got 17 different kinds of defensive about that particular toot. I found it comical to say the least. At least it provided my fingers something to make the sound about today.
First off, it’s an application. For a telephone. That serves no other purpose than to help you access the time-suck that is known at Facebook. I have no doubt it is the raddest thing ever, but when I have to read that it is the raddest thing ever 50 times over, I just can’t sit by and watch.
So, I posted the above tweet.
One thing I already don’t like about it. You remember when you got your ATP, right? Every email was stamped ’sent from my iphone’ until so many people called douche that you turned it off. Now the new FB app has that ‘feature’. Please let me be the first.
Douche! Turn it off please.
As always, thank you for your time.
To start, from kungfugrippe (go read the whole thing. Don’t forget!)
I’ve learned that my job is to just sit down and start making the clackity noise. If I make the clackity noise long enough every day, the “writing” seems to take care of itself. On the other hand, if there’s no clackity noise, no writing. No little stories. The stories may be in there, alongside God knows what else, but there’s no way to know. You must make the noise.
Sure that makes a ton of sense, right? I mean, you will never get anything written unless you actually put fingers to keyboard, pixels to screen. Even if it sucks, you still need to make the sound. Right?
Let’s broaden that a little shall we. Beyond the realm of writing. Beyond the technical aspect. Beyond the internet even (gasp!). I would think it goes a little something like this.
To get something done, you have to do something.
Did you get that? That’s ok, give it a minute. The lightbulb will appear soon enough.
You have to do stuff. Not think about stuff. Not make lists of stuff to do.
Not make excuses about why you didn’t get stuff done. DO. Got it?
Now, you might have to make a list to get the stuff you need to get done organized. And sure, you might have to think about stuff a little. The next step, and this is key, is to actually do something.
Everyday I hear people making excuses for all manner of things. Hell, I even make the same excuses. The problem with excuses (other than the obvious) is that they don’t accomplish a thing.
That’s not entirely true.
They do accomplish making you feel like you aren’t getting anything done. They do cause you to beat yourself up because you aren’t getting things done. And, this is big, they keep you from actually getting stuff done.
You have to do stuff to get stuff done.
I’ve been doing this myself. It’s taking more than a little relearning on my part.
This might come as a surprise to some of you, but I am one of the least organized people on the planet. That being said, one of my best skills is helping others to be more organized. Be more streamlined in their own workflow. Do less work, get more done. All that.
So now I have a new customer. Me. I’m re-examining everything I do. I’m re-doing everything I’ve done one way, trying to do them a better way. And, yes, I am doing.
Because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t get anything done.
I am still actively looking for more work, so please keep that in mind during your day. kthxbye.
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