Productive

For whatever reason, whatever goal you have in mind (if you have goals), you want to remain productive. This way you don’t lose track, you don’t slip into the oblivion of uselessness. You’re moving, even if it’s sideways and not specifically forward.

One way to do this is to allow yourself as little free time as possible. This works: by keeping yourself asymptotically close to 0 downtime you get used to always producing, creating or otherwise doing. As soon as you’re not doing something you look for something new to do and so you (ideally) maximize the amount of stuff you get done per day.

Maybe I’m just too lazy for that. Then again, perhaps it’s that I see relaxing as its own activity. Something in my mind sees lounging about, catching up on rest, as productive. So, if I have an entire day of sleeping after an especially long week that, to me, is pretty productive despite not having any tangible product.

As for my way of producing stuff: I surround myself with the means to do so. I always carry a notebook, a couple of sketchpads and ample writing and drawing material with me. My goban lives in my car, so it’s always within reach. I often have my laptop (old clunker that it is) and any combination of gaming books, novels, graph paper, Go books, flotsam and jetsam. So, at any moment’s notice, I can make a record of some idea I have, relax and read, or whatever. All I’m missing is a camera, and as soon as I can justify spending 130$ I’ll get the camera attachment for my phone. Oh, plus the 55$ for the data cable…

So I do stay productive. And any time I feel myself slipping I forgo sleep awhile and draw or write. Sleep deprivation helps with that, but this post is about productivity, not creativity.

How do you stay productive? Leave a comment or slap me with a trackback ping:

http://selune.pimpninja.org/mt-tb.cgi/21

By the way: I started this post a few days ago and put it off until now. Draw whatever ironic conclusions you like.

It’s all About Consent

… But not exclusively. There are some simple examples:

  • You don’t want to fuck me, and tell me so. I fuck you anyway. This is clearly wrong.
  • You own a car. I want the car. You don’t want me to have it. I take it. Is this wrong? Clearly yes, even though your car is a piece of shit.
  • You want me to hurt you by burning you with wax. You tell me so, and I comply. Is this wrong? Clearly no.
  • I restrain you and inject a harmful chemical into your body against your will. Is this wrong? I should hope so.

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My first banned IP!

While I realize IP banning is of limited use, I just banned my first IP thanks to a new comment on this post. Feel free to join me in banning 210.204.103.1, and if you really care it has some interesting open ports:

hermes:/home/god# nmap -P0 210.204.103.1 -p 1-    

Starting nmap V. 2.54BETA31 ( www.insecure.org/nmap/ )
Interesting ports on  (210.204.103.1):
(The 65505 ports scanned but not shown below are in state: closed)
Port       State       Service
79/tcp     open        finger                  
80/tcp     open        http                    
98/tcp     open        linuxconf               
111/tcp    filtered    sunrpc                  
135/tcp    filtered    loc-srv                 
137/tcp    filtered    netbios-ns              
138/tcp    filtered    netbios-dgm             
445/tcp    filtered    microsoft-ds            
513/tcp    open        login                   
514/tcp    open        shell                   
588/tcp    open        cal                     
666/tcp    open        doom                    
707/tcp    filtered    unknown                 
1024/tcp   open        kdm                     
1067/tcp   open        instl_boots             
1099/tcp   open        unknown                 
3127/tcp   filtered    unknown                 
3406/tcp   open        unknown                 
3456/tcp   open        vat                     
4444/tcp   filtered    krb524                  
5000/tcp   open        fics                    
5800/tcp   filtered    vnc                     
5900/tcp   filtered    vnc-http                
6665/tcp   filtered    unknown                 
6667/tcp   filtered    irc                     
8080/tcp   open        http-proxy              
8282/tcp   open        unknown                 
9996/tcp   filtered    unknown                 
33571/tcp  filtered    unknown                 
51257/tcp  open        unknown                 


Nmap run completed -- 1 IP address (1 host up) scanned in 765 seconds

For instance, I know that on that machine root has been logged in for 8 days without any activity. Aheh.

Frickin’ spambots.

Another weird dream

This one is from last night.

So apparently my friend Anja has this creepy roommate. He’s constantly mentioning some intersection, and insinuating that she go there, he follows her around sometimes, and he’s kind of a crazy-talker otherwise. Somehow I wind up hanging out at their apartment, and Anja is out. The roommate mentions the intersection, and I ask him what’s at that intersection. He says the name of a psych hospital. I ask him why Anja is supposed to go there, and he says because she’s crazy. I call him a madman, and he gets annoyed. I do it a couple more times and he takes a swing at me. He misses, but I almost fall down a flight of stairs. I keep egging him on, inciting him to keep attacking. I keep dodging, but quickly realize that he’s strong, and if he connects with one solid hit I’m going down.

There’s no end to the story. After that I woke up.

Buy My Shit!

Why is it okay to create crap and mass-market it?

How is it that people find it acceptable that movies are such crap?

Over and again, the same tired gimmicks glitzed up by this summer’s latest CG techniques. I was reading a blurb about how great Star Wars: Birth of the Empire is going to be, and felt the same hopeful “maybe it won’t be the same old overdone drek Hollywood tends to pump out” feeling I got for episodes one and two. Until I read about some climactic battle between Obi-Wan and Anikin, while “surfing on lava”. I got this horrible image of the two of them on surfboard-size pieces of rock, literally surfing down a stream of lava. I’m sure it won’t actually be like some alternate 60’s surfing film, and it’ll look great. But it’s depressing that even Lucas, who created one of the most inspirational and well-told epic films ever (if not the most original theme), has to rely on glitz to carry his latest works. Ooh, someone’s bitching about the Star Wars Prequels! How edgy!

Why is it okay that pop music is tailored to be as homogeneous as possible?

Labels tend to go for the easy route of signing people who already sound and look like what’s already popular. It makes good business sense: If Britny is in now then it makes sense to hire other people like her. Those will all be slightly different (if only for bookkeeping purposes) and whichever rise to prominence will influence subsequent signings. This is what’s known as a safe investment. Presumably labels have a certain amount of money set aside for unsafe investments, artists that are non-mainstream. These may swing either way: they may be hugely popular, or they may bomb. Or perhaps they’ll acheive some mediocre level of success. Either way, they represent a huge risk for labels, so these are far less common than the “tough innocent slutty athletic skinny peppy vacuous blonde” genre.

Why have I not yet been shot?

Fuck I’m whiny, aren’t I? Well, I’ve a lot of opinions on stuff, and even though many of them are misguided or underinformed I insist on getting them out. Besides, I don’t like repeating myself. So once I’ve gotten a lot of this crap out of my system (and gotten used to regular writing) I’ll start writing more interesting things.

Some strong opinions (part 5)

Yes, part five. Pay attention.

You know, I’m tired of being so political, so I’ll tone it down a little. And this is not because of all you fuckers emailing me links to the latest republican-sponsored hate site. It’s not because I’ve been shown that it’s okay for soldiers to torture prisoners because there’s a war going on. Nor is it…

Fuck! I’m getting political again… okay, read on for non-politics. I promise.

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Dream, Dream, Dream

I’ve been having some weird dreams lately. Tuesday morning I was dreaming that I had gotten up and gone to work, only to find the office closed. Then I remembered that is was bank holiday, and felt that mixture of relief that I’d got the day off work and embarrasment that I’d forgotten and driven 40 kilometres to find out. I dreamt I had gone home and back to bed, at which point I started regaining consciousness.

Thing is, I sometimes have difficulty deciding what is imagined and what is real. Especially when I’ve just woken up. So I had to convince myself that I had just had a dream, that it was not a bank holiday, and that I had to get up and go to work. What finally convinced me was that in my dream it was Monday, and I felt sure it was actually at least Tuesday.

My brain really likes to sleep. This is just one of the tactics it has used to try to get me to sleep more instead of going to my job so I can buy food and beer for it. Other tactics include incorporating the sound of my alarm clock into dreams, or making up elabourate reasons for ignoring the alarm.

My brain is crafty, but it hasn’t been able to outwit me yet. I say yet, because one of these days it may well get the best of me. I must remain vigilant.