Often I feel just as useless as this journal is. Well, at least I don’t take all this – makes a pointing gesture around – seriously. Or do I?
Everything is a Remix
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Gmail
Partly due to the horrid implementation of the stock IMAP mail app on Android and partly due to the elegant new look of the web interface you may recall that I made the switch to Gmail a while ago.
After a few days of use I devised the following inbox-zero method:
- Mail I read and been done with gets archived.
- Mail that requires some kind of action later gets starred then archived.
- After processed, starred items are un-starred.
This seems to work well enough so far.
However, the one thing I have issues with is search. I’m spoiled by the MobileMe / Mail.app power-search which indexes everything instantly rendering the use of folders and the like obsolete. Say I am looking for the confirmation email from my hosting provider, Laughing Squid: a quick search pops all messages with these keywords no matter where they are or how long ago I received them. Why would I want to organize mail into folders then? Or, for that matter, stick labels on them.
Enter Gmail: for some reason the search does not find all the emails I want it to find. Maybe it doesn’t search in messages received years ago or doesn’t index them all, I don’t know. Alternatively, something got messed up during the import and some of the emails weren’t copied over…
On the desktop I bought Sparrow because it was made specifically for Gmail. I am yet to test it but I’m afraid it will suffer from the same search problem. One solution would be the shiny new Lion Mail.app (which indexes everything) but would that be able to use the archive method Gmail prefers with the labels?
On that note I still haven’t found a use for labels.
Fate
Funny how I found a post from five years ago with almost exactly the same theme as the one before the last. Quod erat demonstrandum.
Personal Cloud
Two days in a row as soon as I set foot outside it started raining. Yesterday I got soaked all suited up and today on my way to work on the bicycle. Now that I arrived it has stopped raining completely. It feels like I have one of those angry personal rain-clouds you can see in animations that follow the protagonist around. Mine is both figurative and – apparently – real.
Pointlessness
There was absolutely nothing I fancied doing this afternoon. Being tired is one thing but I felt a sense of futility in everything I set out to do.
Rationalizing it as a financial decision I passed on the Khuda / Rosa Parks gig. I signed up for raiding instead and then promptly unsigned because I just couldn’t make myself sit in front of a screen for another three and a half hours and do repetitive tasks. (We were going to learn a new heroic fight, quite akin to bashing your head to a solid concrete wall.) Then I drowsed for an hour, drifting between dream and reality, only I knew it would be a mistake to fall really asleep at only eight in the evening. I fired up Europa Universalis III (currently on sale on Steam) but I didn’t get past the main menu. I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate on the game anyway, I told myself.
Finally I resigned to do what I always do (apart from running) and did the teetering pile of washing up, scrubbed the sink, emptied the bins, replied long overdue emails and vacuumed the floor, like a good automaton.
The day before we agreed with a friend that people must crash into each other so badly because they are addicted to the euphoric feeling of being hugged.
Always like this
It seems I’m destined to be the one who has to swallow the sour grapes, as always. Something is clearly amiss, would1 that I knew what.
1 Reading too much Game of Thrones.
Causation
I suppose after a certain age – or kindergarten – everyone is familiar with the joke in which the patient repeatedly touches various body parts and complains of pain which, in turn, gets identified as a broken finger. Following this analogy if a series of endeavors all turn out to be failures of differing degree then how’s that to be interpreted as anything other than an issue with the attempter.
Do. Not. Try.
Lányok neonruhában
Limbo
It’s been very much like a roller-coaster these days. Had I ever tried drugs I’d imagine the highs to be comparable. And the lows, well, I’m no stranger to deep dark ones anyway.
It’s all good, though, since were I not experiencing this oscillation of moods I’d complain about the lack of it for sure. It’s better to live than vegetate. And this time I won’t give up my dreams so easily.
Weeks
Work. Run. Raid. Sleep. Work. Taekwondo. Movie. Sleep. Work. Raid. Sleep. Work. Taekwondo. TV Show. Sleep. Work. Movie. Sleep. Classes. Study. Sleep. Classes. Run. Clean. Raid. Sleep. Restart.