I suck at single-tasking, I’m pretty good at multi-tasking, but my real strength is in quantum-tasking. Everything is interrelated! So while it may look like I’m not working on what I’m supposed to be working on, I actually am, at a quantum level.
The love of knowledge is a kind of madness.
― C.S. Lewis, Out of the Silent Planet
Back away from the notebook and pencil. What is this, 1975?
These days, you can tag, text, speak and stream your entries to various content management systems, notebooks, calendars and spreadsheets to organize your thoughts in ways you never knew possible. It’s like The Jetsons!
Some really good tips in here.
Don’t think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It’s self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can’t try to do things. You simply must do things.
Ray Bradbury (via bigcartel)
Great article that really hits the nail on the head; especially this part:
Gen X guys aren’t much like their dads. They make dinner, they show up at school conferences, they march in PRIDE parades, they empty dishwashers, they take their daughters shopping for tampons, they have even been known to have Pinterest accounts and pin things to them (porn probably, but hey, it’s a start). A lot of them work from home or stay at home (also known as working), and, all in all, they’re a great bunch of fellows who have learned to pitch in, help out, and process complex emotions.
Some might say this is due to growing up with fathers who spent more time at the office than in the backyard. Some might say it’s from growing up with overburdened, multitasking moms. Some might credit their ponytailed peers with both encouraging and challenging them. But I’m giving the credit here to Star Wars.
This generation of guys grew up watching Luke Skywalker battle his father Darth Vader— the quintessential shitty dad—and triumph. In many ways, it’s the father-son story long told in literature and film, but in this particular instance, the son is incredibly relatable because he’s incredibly regular. Luke is just a short kid with a regrettable haircut and self-doubt in spades who is able to take a stand, change his destiny, and ultimately do away with the illusion that real men are, at best, detached, and, at worst, domineering dicks. Luke’s real triumph comes not with the Rebel victory, but in surrendering to the fact that his father will never be what he wanted him to be (except maybe in the five minutes before he dies).