What Success Looks Like

I’ve been thinking a lot about what success looks like. Wondering when I will feel like I am using everything I have to offer and making the things only I can make. I’ve been wondering how much energy to give over to career-building and worrying about how far away being “in charge” of things carries me from making things I care about.

And then I am given two gifts from the universe: this 99% blog post and this video of Neil Gaiman’s recent commencement address at the University of Arts in Philadelphia.

The 99% blog post woke me up to a very real conundrum: the more successful I become, the more my time is potentially spent reacting to the needs and requirements of other people. I’m not suggesting that I don’t want to react or respond to the needs and requirements of other people. That’s why I’m a good librarian. I like to help people. I just need to figure out a way to declare creative work as a priority and protect my time to do that work. I like the idea of creating a separation between communicating acts and “actionable stuff”.

Belsky writes:

Amidst the research for my upcoming book on extremely productive creative people and teams, I have found that the “uber productive” actively develop methods for defying this new and dangerous trend. They impose discipline on themselves and set up blockades when necessary. And, most importantly, they have a “separation of church and state” philosophy for communications and actionable stuff.

This gets back to my email problem and the feeling that I spend most of my productive time digesting, writing and replying to emails. There needs to be a wall.

And then, a better gift — this video of Neil Gaiman’s advice to artists:

There is so much to love in this message that I won’t try to catalog it all. The single, simple metaphor: the work you are passionate about is a mountain. Walk toward the mountain. Do things that carry you closer to that mountain. Don’t do things that carry you away from that mountain.

Be focused. Don’t tolerate distractions. Make mistakes. Make big mistakes. Make fantastically beautiful, collosal mistakes. And then learn from those mistakes and don’t make them again. Make new mistakes. Make different mistakes.

Make great art. Make great art when life is going well. Make great art when life is going to shit. Keep making great art.

Amen.

Parenting makes me humble

I’m a day late on wishing my wife, my mother, my mom-in-law and all the other terrific moms out there a happy Mother’s Day. I need you to understand that I am wonderfully blessed to have mixed genes with my wife. She is a great mother.

My daughter is clever, kind, generous, funny, silly, brave and curious. She uses big words like “activate” and “chrysalis”. She makes up stories with more complex plot arcs and character development than most anything I’ve ever written. She has command of emotional vocabulary to describe her feelings, which are many and complicated. She comforts people who are hurt. She asks awkward questions of complete strangers. She cries sometimes when she is not well understood. She is stubborn, independent and full of ideas.

All of the good things my daughter is come from Michelle. Our daughter is an only child, so Michelle made the difficult choice to quit work and stay at home. Financially and emotionally, this has been a huge sacrifice. But I can see the benefits of the time they spend together – learning, playing and talking.

Michelle has a gift for explaining the world in a way that is honest, simple and direct. She doesn’t skirt the difficult issues like death and loss. She makes our daughter brave and confident with a belief in herself and an understanding that every action is a choice. We are never powerless. We always have choices. How we feel is a choice. How we react is a choice.

I don’t say it well enough. I certainly don’t say it often enough. My wife is a terrific mother, and I am grateful to be working at her side.

Roane State Ed Tech blog post: What Would Moses Tweet?

Just posted to Ed Tech blog: “What Would Moses Tweet?”

The post offers a quick summary of an article in the Chronicle of Higher Ed for academics wondering what Twitter is for.

Two new posts

Nothing to post here tonight. Instead, I’ve been busy with posts to TBR Mobile Libraries blog and also Roane State’s Ed Tech blog. Take a look:

Pointless Personal Data

This post isn’t about email. I’ve pretty much exhausted that topic for the moment and have completely ruined my reputation on campus as someone who is responsive and ready to help at the drop of an email. People have started emailing me to apologize for emailing me. Mission accomplished. That whole thread was more of a window into my soul than I expected. there’s one thing I didn’t mention. While writing those posts, I kept a spreadsheet of how many emails I sent and received from my work email account each day.

So, here’s another fun fact about me: I compulsively track pointless data about my daily life and habits.

Music

I keep track of how often I have listened to every song in my iTunes library. I keep a spreadsheet listing the Top 15 songs played since 2006. The sheet is updated on the first day of every month. The top track (150 plays) is “Ruby Blue” by Roisin Murphy. “Ruby Blue” has been my most listened to track since January 2012 when it replaced Radiohead’s “Street Spirit” (112 plays).

I am on a mission to rate every song in my iTunes. This is an important project because it allows me to make the most of smart playlists. (Note: I’ll need to write an entirely separate post on smart playlists).

My monthly spreadsheet also includes my progress with this project. Of the 12,127 songs currently in my iTunes, 2328 are currently unrated. That’s 19.2%. I’ve been tracking this since June 2011. I figure I’ll be finished by this time next year.

To make my rating easier, I keep several smart playlists of unrated songs (alpha by album, alpha by song, jazz alpha by album, jazz alpha by song, classical alpha by album). Shocker: my monthly spreadsheet lists my progress by album and also by song. (By album: Lennon (Disc 2) by John Lennon; by song: Marble Halls by Enya). (Note: Enya is a yawn and this particular song will probably be a two star. My rating system is another entirely separate post for later.)

This isn’t as much work as it sounds. I don’t spend lots of time doing this, and it makes me happy. I don’t know why. I use to automate the process of tracking play frequencies by scrobbling my iTunes to Last.fm. They give lots of good data about frequency of plays segmented by week, month and year with a sub-sort by artist. Lots of fun until I noticed that the Last.fm database couldn’t disambiguate songs with the same title. I was listening to lots of Yo-Yo Ma and getting crazy high counts for Allemande and Courante which isn’t really a unique song title. Last.fm was collapsing every play for a song by that name into one entry. Major problem since each title occurs at least 7 times in my iTunes and each is a different song.

Books

I have kept an Access database of every book I have read since May 2005. I haven’t updated in a little while since I post everything to GoodReads now. I need to go back and update the database. It gives me a nice report of every book read sorted by author.

Workouts

I use the Run Keeper app to track my runs. This is great because it automates the collection of time, distance, pace and calories burned.

Calories and Weight

I use the Live Strong app to keep track of daily calorie intake and also track my weekly weight gains/losses. Super easy to use because it is backed by a database populated with common, name-brand foods with authenticated calorie values pre-entered. That’s all I’m going to say about that for right now.

Anyway, you get the point. I like to count things. I like to put things in a spreadsheet and keep track of them. I can’t say this makes me a better, more effective person. I also can’t tell you exactly why I’m doing this and what the specific appeal is for me.

Please tell me somebody else out there is a complete nut job about keeping track of the pointless, quantifiable minutia of everyday life. This blog is called Ubiquitous. Quotidian for a reason. File this one under Quotidian.

Email: The Battle Continues

I felt a bit embarrassed while admitting to my troubles managing my email. Since that post, I have had several interesting conversations with people about the problem of email and what a massive time suck dealing with email has become for all of us.

A friend I admire as one of the most driven, organized, on-top-of-it people around told me her email stresses her out daily and that checking email has become an unhealthy obsession. Every time her iPhone chimes, an angel looses its wings.

A vendor called today to get the pricing information she had requested twice by email. She said, “Its frightening how quickly that very important thing at the top of my email gets pushed down the list.”

A presenter today acknowledged 10,000 messages in her email inbox. I hope that wasn’t an exaggeration. I wanted to shake her hand. Or buy her a drink.

Here’s the problem I see: we have all somehow arrived at the conclusion that email is our job, that email is what we do. Somewhere along the line, I swallowed the belief that every email needs to be acknowledged, that there is a prize for how well or completely we deal with our messages. Email is the first communication we reach for yet is also the communication most likely to be lost, unread or deleted without consideration. Why do we expect everyone else to read our email when we do not always read all of their’s?

Tanya Joosten today described the problem as a noise and signal problem. Classic communication theory: the more noise there is on a channel, the greater the chance of signal loss. Truth.

So what’s the remedy? I’m still working on that.

In the meantime, my battle continues. I have tried to keep a clean inbox. No luck. At present there are still 48 emails received since May 1 that seem to require some action or acknowledgment on my part.

Email is a pain in the butt

Email is a pain in the butt. There, I said it. I hate email.

I haven’t blogged in a few weeks because I’ve been really busy with projects at work. I’ve been busy juggling several big projects, traveling a bit and going to lots and lots of meetings. I’m not complaining about that. The past few weeks I have done my best to keep up with the important things but have intentionally let the smaller things go. That includes email — lots and lots of email.

For the past two or three weeks, I have fallen into the habit of skimming my email for important messages from members of my team, students, people I work with directly and anyone seeking my assistance directly. I haven’t been reading vendor emails, webinar invites, project summary updates, publisher advertisements and TOC updates. I have been letting these emails stack up, unread in my already full inbox.

It all finally caught up with me.

Last week I was checking my email while at a conference. A friend leaned over my shoulder, noticed the 687 unread emails badge on my email folder and said, “Dude, you have over 600 unread email messages! That’s awesome!”

I didn’t feel awesome. I felt embarrassed. I felt tired. I felt a bit angry. So, I made a promise. No more stacking up unnecessary emails. I aspire to keep a clean email inbox. All the productivity literature advises the following on incoming emails: Deal with it; Delegate it; Delete it.

Easy, right? Not quite.

First, I had to deal with the rat’s nest that my inbox had become. So I did a bit of triage. I cordoned off my inbox. Everything older than April got shipped into  a separate folder to be dealt with later. To start, I would only deal with the current month. The goal is to winnow down my emails from the current month until I am left with a clean inbox to work from. I still have about 70 emails that need to be dealt with, filed or forgotten. I have only 4 unread messages at the moment.

I’m a piler. My office is the same. I have stacks of mid-level importance stuff piled up on my desk waiting patiently for my attention. Since I can’t pile emails, I flag them. My Outlook inbox is a parade of flags billowing patiently, waiting for me to deal with, delegate or delete. Some of the emails require a conversation. Some require recording some information someone else. Several require reading. Many are diverse threads of a single conversation.

I’m working through my rules. I need to be ruthless in my discipline. I want to be merciless in my digital housekeeping.

The trouble is they keep rolling in. Yesterday I received 57 new emails and sent 25. Today I received 67 and sent 27. This is a pretty light week, so far.

Please help. I am under attack. This is a full-scale assault.

Emails are a messages in bottles. I am the man on the beach. I keep throwing the bottles back out to sea but they keep washing up on me.

Here are my new rules for merciless email management:

  • Don’t flag emails for later reading. If they are articles, read them now or push them to Instapaper for easier offline reading.
  • Delete all previous emails from a threaded conversation. Keep only the most recent.
  • Don’t save emails to which I have replied. I can find the email later in my sent messages file.
  • Keep emails short, focused, to the point.
  • Don’t read emails that waste my time.
  • Don’t read emails that require me to open an attachment to understand what they are about.
  • Don’t email drafts of documents to others for editing. Use Google Docs.
  • Move emails that require a scheduled event directly to the calendar for safe keeping.
  • Unsubscribe to anything that does not immediately benefit me.

This will be an ongoing campaign, I’m sure. I want to keep a clean inbox. I’ll let you know how it goes.

What rules work well for you in keeping email under control?

In which I spot the Google Street View car (twice)

Life is full of minor mysteries – things you wonder about but never really take the time to find out about. A perfect example: how does Google get such great pictures of my house when I drill down to street level on Google maps? Surely, they don’t have a car that drives all the streets of every town with a giant 360 degree camera on top.

That is, of course, exactly what they do. I saw it for myself, twice. Once yesterday and again today.

Yesterday, I took the day off to spend a day at Dollywood Theme Park with wife and kid. Ran a few errands first in the morning before leaving. On my way home from the credit union I passed the car with gaudy Google Street View decals wrapped all around and a giant tower with ball sticking up from the roof. I considered, for a moment, turning around and following so I could snap a picture for the blog but decided against since wife and kid were waiting for me to pick them up. Spotting the Google Street View car is, for a nerd, like spotting a unicorn. Will my friends believe me? Will I be able to describe it? Will I ever see it again? Was it only just a dream?

Saw it again this morning. This time I was with a friend. He didn’t seem to share my sense of profound wonder and amazement at this miraculous sighting. For a moment, I questioned my own enthusiasm for this second sighting. Maybe this isn’t such a big deal after all. Maybe nobody else finds it incredible that the most powerful internet company in the world actually sends cars out to drive all the roads and record pictures that are tagged with geo-location data. Who drives these cars? Are they Google employees or local temp hires? Can I get a giant camera mounted to the roof of my car and tag streets while I conduct my daily affairs? Where does that outrageous amount of data get stored? Is there a massive hard drive in the trunk of the car or it is beamed up into The Cloud right away to get digested by the Google server farms? I want to know.

So now, instead of one minor question, I have 5 medium-sized questions that I really want answered. Do me a favor, please. If you see this particular unicorn, please take a picture and, if you get the opportunity, tell the driver I have a few questions I need answered.

Please. Thanks.

Mindful Tweeting

I’m normally a pretty cordial fellow. I don’t like to upset people and try to be both respectful and professional. I try to be mindful in how I communicate with others. I blew it today.

I attended a meeting with a sales rep from a fairly major company selling mobile app products and services to the college. The rep jumped right into his presentation without taking time to really introduce himself or explain why mobile applications are important to the college. He certainly didn’t take the time to find out why we are interested in exploring mobile enterprise products. His presentation was loaded with reminders of how “popular” mobile is right now and how “frightening” it is how much time we spend with our smart phones and other mobile devices and blah, blah, blah.

The product wasn’t bad. The sales connection was.

I came into the meeting frustrated and grew more so with each passing “popular” and “frightening”. So I tweeted my frustration. Not sure why. Not sure what I was hoping the tweet would accomplish. It was like my “rescue me” note to the world. Don’t bother looking for it. I’ve deleted it. I sent it, forgot it and moved on.

Suffice to say, it was snarky. 140 characters lends itself rather nicely to snarkiness.

A few hours later, a manager from the company emailed me asking for a chance to speak about my tweeted frustrations. I was caught by surprise that someone actually read my tweet. Duh. That’s what tweets are for, right?

I know that smart companies constantly scan the social web for mentions of their company. That’s good business. I was impressed that someone personally reached out to engage me on my issues and discuss further.

Just a reminder that Twitter is a phenomenal tool, connecting us to a host of other people around he world in real time as well as putting us into conversation with the people we need to talk to before we even realize we need to talk to them.

And a reminder to be careful with those 140 character capsules. You can’t know where they are going and what harm or help they are likely to create.

Reading is fun again. Thanks, Kindle.

Just finished reading George Martin’s Game of Thrones. A truly great read. I enjoyed this book more than anything I have read in recent memory. Someday soon, I may write a fuller review. Not now.

For now, I’m just struck by how much fun it is to read. For the past year or so, I’ve been reading fairly serious stuff and thinking a lot about the mechanics of reading on an eReader. I have extolled the virtues of reading on the iPad and I stand by those comments. But reading on the dedicated Kindle reader is more fulfilling in some ways.

Reading on the iPad has a bit of artificiality to it. The iPad is great for my technical and professional reading. I can cover much more ground and gather news from a variety of sources. But the reading I do on the iPad is primarily for information, for learning, discovering and understanding. My iPad keeps me well-informed.

Somehow in all of this, I had forgotten how healthful it is for me to read for escape, to immerse myself in the details of a time/place that does not exist. I love print books because they are single-function devices. A good fiction book is an escape pod. You get in, pull the cord and go where it takes you. You don’t strictly get to decide where you are going. You are just going somewhere that isn’t here.

But, let’s be honest, print books are sometimes a bit of a drag. You’ve got to carry them around, keep up with them, remember to stick them in your work bag for lunch break, and you never seem to have them handy when you find yourself with an unexpected 15 minutes to read.

The Kindle, like a print book, is a totem. It is a magical object that does that same one thing. Except I can carry it everywhere because I can read on my eReader, my iPad app and my iPhone. Being able to pick up the story when and where I want is a liberating experience. It makes reading fun again.

Having written all this, I’m not sure if this post is about the Kindle making reading fun or simple my own rediscovery that fiction is fun and helpful to my overall well-being.

Either way, I love to read. Reading is fun again. I am grateful, at least in part, to Kindle for helping me rediscover that.