Greetings all. Well, I am excited by this assignment. When Doug asked me to write an article on the five organizational things I couldn't do without on a desert island, I responded: "Not now, I'm being indicted for impersonating an Elvis impersonator." But once I got that cleared up, I got very excited, because I enjoy difficult and ultimately meaningless challenges.
I'm not saying it's completely pointless, but let's face it: If you're stuck on a desert island, you're organizational priorities are going to change. So clearly some creativity is necessary here. With that in mind, here is my list:
The D*I*Y Planner Treasure Map Template
My Girlfriend Meghan
My Teddy Bear, Captain Nedashav
Chocholate Chip Cookies
I've been thinking a lot about Leonardo da Vinci lately. It seems like everywhere you turn, there's Leonardo, being amazing and inscrutable. Oh well, it could be worse. A few years ago, everywhere you turned you saw Leonardo di Caprio, looking --apparently-- amazing, but being almost completely scrutible. So things are looking up. At Meghan's prodding, I just finished reading The Da Vinci Code, and I'm now reading a book called How to Think Like Leonardo da Vinci. To top it off, they apparently just uncovered da Vinci's secret studio. Yes sir, Leonardo's hot again and I'm getting in on the action. So here I present my first draft for a sequal to The Da Vinci Code, The Da Vinci Code 2, in which they discover da Vinci's D*I*Y Planner and Robert Langdon is inadvertently drawn into another adventure just in time for Christmas hard-cover sales.
Greetings all. As Doug rightly pointed out below, I have been taking my own advice and practicing Not Getting Things Done. It's a terrific system, except when... ya know... you actually have to get things done... as it were. Then it sort of fails on several levels. So, here we are with the first installment of a brand-new column: Ask Steve: Answering All The Productivity Questions You Were Afraid To Ask A Sane Person.
Opening up the old D*I*Y Planner male bag... sorry, mail bag... I don't know why I always get that one wrong. Dyslexics of the world, Untie! Anyway, opening the old mail bag, our first productivity question is from Mr. Ernest. A. Smith of Cambridge Massechus... Massechusit... Massuchesuets... Boston!, who writes:
"Ever since downloading D*I*Y Planner 3 and being very impressed with its innate impressiveness, I have been almost evangelically trying to convert people who use other systems, both digital and paper-based, to its use. I have received generally favourable feedback, but I do have a problem. My wife is starting to complain that we never do anything spontaneous or, well, unplanned, anymore and threatened that if I don't stop trying to get her to use the D*I*Y Planner Calendar Pack to organize our last-minute romantic getaways, she is going to smother me in my sleep with a pillow. What should I do?"
Greetings all, Steve here. Well, I've had a revelation about myself. Doug and the Monkeys (which would be an awesome name for a band) have been furiously nitpicking... sorry, "adjusting" all the templates for D*I*Y Planner Verion 3 in an attempt to bring it to the organisationally deprived masses (sound of cheers across the intersmut and Doug collapsing on his computer monitor). Doug's been constantly asking the Version 3 Team for suggestions and then immediately regretting it, as the Monkeys have an unbelievable number of suggestions. Really. I don't believe it. Everything from content, to legal waivers to template resizing, the Monkeys are in there suggesting things. It's quite amazing, really, the amount of work the Monkeys have put in on this project, but I think there's one thing they forgot, something that I believe is critical, not only to our working lives, but to our overall well-being: Organizing Our Procrastination.
For asking someone to be your Valentine, if you're too shy ;)
I promise, this is the last Valentine's related Tuesday post for this month. ;)
If you feel too shy to ask someone to be your valentine or that someone has been teasing you about your D*I*Y Planner obsession, print out this card (scale it down to Hipster size or use it as a Classic one), put it in your planner, and give it to that person next time you see him or her. =)
Greetings all. I appologize, once again, for the lateness of this post. I rented the first 3 seasons of 24 and tried to watch them all this weekend. I kinda didn't get the point there, I guess. Who knew that each season of 24 actually took... 24 hours to watch? I mean, I didn't get that. That was 72 hours over all. Um, time kinda got away on me, there...yeah.
Anyway, this past week I got a new job in Vancouver, teaching English as a Second Language. Because I'm a glutton for punishment, I decided to teach my classes about metaphors, using one concept to replace another. Apparently most Asian languages don't use metaphors and it was a little tricky to get the point across. We were watching t.v. and movies and talking about the metaphors in the stories. Actually, it went pretty well and it got me to thinking that maybe the same concept could be used for organisation.
To begin with: I'm afraid I have a couple of appologies to make, which are related. The first is that this article is very late in being published and the second is that I did accidentally publish an unfinished article on Thursday night that contained a somewhat offensive comment about the work of the D*I*Y Planner Ver. 3 Team. It was meant to be a joke between me and Doug which, to people not in on the joke, looked like a bad word. I often include little jokes to Doug in my articles, which we both enjoy. Well, I enjoy them and Doug threatens to disembowel me with an olive fork. I'm embarassed that I accidentally published that unfinished article, but it was a weekend of boneheaded moves, due to being very sick. In the same two day period, I accidentally published an offensive comment on this site, spilled Pepsi on my computer, broke the VCR, knocked a number of things off of shelves, ran into my girlfriend several times and almost fell off of a mine sweeper. And I'm not joking. Yessir, it was quite a cold. It's starting to clear up now, but I was getting ready to amputate my face.
Doug says I may have offended some members of the Ver. 3 Team, but that was not my intention. The only person on the D*I*Y Team who I make fun of for no reason is Sacha. The team has been putting in a rediculous amount of work and I've been destroying appliances, so you can tell who's been doing the real work around here. Onward.
Oh...my...good...ne..ss. What a conniption fit there has been in my Inbox lately, I can't even tell you. Doug Johnston, our chief template wrangler, efficiency fanatic and, although I didn't know it till lately, total maniac, has been designing his fingers to the bone cranking out the next version of the D*I*Y Planner (sound of drooling across the internet-careful, it's electric). In an effort to illicit as much help as possible from the dedicated and slightly mad D*I*YPlanner crew, Doug, our chief monkey (let's call him The Ape) asked for help from specific people from the D*I*Y Planner community (let's call them The Monkeys) with getting the new version ready for release and for some reason, I'm on the team. The Ape and The Monkeys have been working very hard to turn out a really amazing new product... except for me. I haven't been doing anything except occasionally offering the odd purient comment. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing on this team. Doug asked a number of us and a number of others volunteered, but he said he wanted to ask the people he felt were best equipped to help him design the new planner...and he asked me. I must say, this baffles me. I guess this is proof that either Doug has never read my articles, or that he's so sleep deprived from trying to get the planner done that he'd cheerfully trade his infant son to gypsies for two recharable batteries and a Big Mac.
Greetings all. Well, my girlfriend, Meghan and I just moved clear across the country, from little, cold Halifax, Nova Scotia to large, very, very wet Vancouver, B.C. I've never seen so much rain. If this goes on much longer, I'm going to grow moss on my feet. I just realised why everyone kayaks out here...it's not for fun, they're just preparing for a biblical flood.
Thing is, now that we've been thrust back into this situation of living together in a small apartment after a bit of time off, I'm noticing all the differences between Meghan and myself, and not just that she can't reach the top shelf. Most of the differences between us, as between most people, revolve around personality type. I mean there are the inevitable lifestyle differences, such as that she likes to watch Days Of Our Lives and I'm a cannibal, but I think most of the differences between us stem from personallity type. Dad gave a good description of how intuition and sensing work on Wednesday, but, in case you need more information, I now offer a snapshot of our lives, in: A Day In The Life Of An Intuitive And A Sensor.
Greetings, Steve here. I've just moved this week and if there was ever an organizational challenge, this is it. My girlfriend, Meghan, and I moved from Halifax, on the East Coast of Canada, to Vancouver, on the West Coast. Basically, we figured that eventually they were just going to move everybody from the Maritimes to Vancouver, so we just wanted to beat the rush. (Those of you in other parts of the world won't get that, but, trust me, everyone at home is nodding, thinking that makes pretty good sense).
Anyway, I worked very hard to make my move as painless as possible by organizing everything, from utility numbers to addresses of people on both coasts, from phone numbers to flight numbers in my planner, hoping that everything would work seemlessly and be as smooth as possible. And then I forgot my planner in Halifax.