What Should I Do with my Life?
I have a very optimized routine. I wake up at 05:45, and by 05:50, I have my gym clothes on. If I had a dream before waking up, I might record it on my voice notes app. Groggy and still drunk on sleep, I wearily descend the cramped stairway of my flat to find a hot pot of coffee greeting me. The previous night, I would have set it to automatically switch on before waking. Grateful for this automated treat, I gulp down two small cups of hot coffee. I then brush my teeth, ridding my mouth of any remotely brown flavor, and head to the car park downstairs to un-rack my bike. I ride to the gym to join other morning people who are disciplined enough to start their day this way.
The Gay Bar Paradox
Last Saturday night, I was walking home from a movie with friends, followed by dinner with them. It was a perfect outing. It is ideal to have dinner after a movie. You can talk about what you saw while literally chewing the fat. I took the bus home, and after getting on the wrong one, desperately concluded the journey to my street with an Uber. I live on Karangahape Road, or K’ Rd, one of the busiest bar and nightclub streets in Auckland. While stopping at a pedestrian light, I overheard a conversation from a group of four twenty-somethings.
Play the Game
I once had a boyfriend. We used to talk about work a lot. We worked in the same department at the same workplace, so there was a lot to discuss. Working together could be a bit overbearing at times (see also: the break up). But I loved his observations and wry musings on professional life. After each day we would wind down outside on his patio and talk about the day. His words in the gentle glow of the weekday dusk still echo in my head:
Book Report - Straw Dogs
I recently read Straw Dogs by John Gray. It was part of my summer reading and I finished it on a boiling hot beach in Northland. When I returned to my home of Wellington I visited a friend’s place for tea. We talked animatedly about what we had done, seen, and read on holiday. As the caffeine urged on our conversation I told her what I had read in Straw Dogs. I tried my best to explain it as her eyes gradually glazed over (which is normal when I talk for more than a minute). But I could tell she was not comfortable with the ideas I was telling her. The tea in my cup had dried up and we changed the topic.
P/PC: a productivity principle for programmers (and other people)
It’s so easy to make your dreams come true. All you need are goals! Just write them down - promise to read one book per week, do 100 push ups every morning, and learn French fluently. The next day, do less than half of what you planned. After one week, do none and forget about everything completely. Then wait until the next crisis has you scribbling new goals optimistically at 3am. Have you done this before? I have. Many times in fact. The problem is that if your ambition is not in harmony with your ability, your goals have no means to come to light. And you find yourself face-down on the floor wondering why you even started.