I just noticed (admittedly, a bit late) that Flickr has added mapping to its already overflowing box of tricks. In a nutshell, you can stick each of your pictures on a map of the world so that everyone (or just the people you choose) can see where it was taken. ‘Geotagging’, for jargon-lovers.
I just went through and geotagged a bunch of mine, and then looked to see who’s been taking pictures in the same locations. Loads of people. Very amazingly bloody clever.
By Kurt Vonnegut.
Breakfast of Champions, by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
I felt the need for a long bike ride. I had a vague thought that I might be able to find the place I always see out of the window of the train on my way to Suffolk, which is a pub on the edge of Hackney Marshes or Walthamstow Marshes or wherever it is. And after a couple of hours of pleasing exploration, I actually found it, which was a bit unexpected.
On my way back home, I took a picture under a bridge on the canal.
Then it got pitch black dark and cold, cos it’s winter.
Haven’t read any more of “Getting Things Done” yet. What does this mean?
I am reading a book called “Getting Things Done”. It’s quite famous, apparently, for helping disorganised bastards like me to sort their lives out, stop feeling out-of-control about “stuff”, and generally… get things done.
(Obvious joke about not being able to find the motivation/time/etc. to read the bloody thing…)
Self help books have never seemed right to me, somehow… but a friend left this on my desk at work, following a series of stressed lunchtime chats, and I am now on chapter two.
The fact that my blog hasn’t been touched since we went to Denmark months ago illustrates one tiny corner of the pile of undone things. There are billions of things, it seems, that I’d like to do, but feel too tired and distracted to focus on and do.
So, here’s to the 3428th time I’ve said something like “right - time to sort this out”.
