WMD: OK, I haven't blogged in a long time, a common setback for bloggers. Work kept me more than busy, sometimes drained, and owning your own apartment and being on the strata takes more time than you realize. I needed the time off. But back now, with catching up to do -- rebuilding my small but faithful audience for one thing. Hope you all come back.
I'll be catching up on past Courier columns first. My most recent Courier column is here. And since the links still don't last on the paper's web page, I've reproduced the text below:
Barry Link,
Vancouver Courier
Published: Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Some
time ago I came home, opened my door and smelled cat pee. I was not
surprised, since I have a cat. But I was surprised, since in all the
years we've been roomies he's never gone either No. 1 or No. 2 where
he's not supposed to.
I quickly checked the litter box in the
hallway closet and discovered an interesting fact: it had no litter. I
had changed the litter box only three days before, dumping out and
bagging the old litter and putting a new plastic liner in the box. But
I forgot to put in new litter. I don't know why. I was distracted when
changing it--listening to my MP3 player, thinking about ordering a
pizza and meditating--haven't we all done this?--on the future of
contextual human-corporate relationships in the void left by the
retreat of post-industrial social organization. But the real reason my
litter replacement project failed came down to one thing: I forgot to
put it on my list.
I am a list-maker. If I don't make lists, I
don't get things done. The fridge can be empty and the pantry bare, but
unless I put "get groceries, stupid" on a list somewhere, I won't go to
the grocery store. I'll eat the drapes first. And if I eat those, I
won't replace them unless I put them on a list.
That's why I have many lists. I have a list of short-term domestic
projects and another of long-term personal goals. I have a list of
things I want to buy, a list of things not to buy, and a list of things
to recycle or give away. I have a list of friends I need to catch up
with and another list of friends to apologize to for failing to catch
up with them because I've spent too much time putting things on lists.
I'm
not alone. Humans have been making lists since the invention of
writing. We know this from cuneiform clay tablets unearthed in Iraq and
dating back to the ancient Sumerian city states of 5,000 years ago. The
many thousands of tablets are full of lists: monarchs establishing
their royal lineage, merchants making lists of customers and suppliers,
alien supermen making lists of human women they took back to Atlantis
to mate with. And there's also this famous fragment: "...and pick up a
quart of goat's milk on the way home."
Lists became vital to
keeping early human civilization together. Now centuries later,
everyone makes lists--government tax departments, telemarketers, Mafia
hitmen, Santa. Lists permeate our culture, from the bestselling Book of
Lists, first published in the 1970s and going strong today, to the
endless and fairly irrelevant rollout of "endorsers" by Vancouver's
three dozen or so mayoral contenders.
Some lists you want to be
on, such as the VIP list for the opening gala of the Vancouver
International Film Festival. And no matter how hard you try or
embarrass yourself in public with obvious hints, some lists you never
seem to get on, such as the VIP list for the opening gala of the
Vancouver International Film Festival.
But keeping lists is hard,
which is why helping people keep lists has become an industry. And like
a lot of industry it's moved to the Internet, which of course, thanks
to Google, whose business is to keep some of the biggest lists ever
made, was tailor-made for the creation and keeping of lists.
As a monomaniacal lister, I was overjoyed a few months back to
discover Remember the Milk, a free web-based tool for making lists that
are easy to create and edit and easy on the eyes.
We have plenty
of lists at the Courier. Every day, we juggle lists of stories for our
writers to file, lists of stories that need to be edited, a list of
photos that must be shot, and a list of pages where those stories and
photos will go. I have a list of freelancers, a list of words and
phrases I try to ban from copy, a list of local public figures to
offend (we try to rotate them) and a list of staff days off. My email
inbox is essentially one vast list of people to reply to.
So
thank God for RTM, as it likes to be called. Each morning, I fire up my
personal account page and watch the lists magically unfold. It tells me
what I need to do. And because it's on the Internet, I believe
everything it says.
Back to my cat: he's highly resourceful. He used the litter-less box
once, decided that was dumb, and for several days used the fireplace,
which still had winter's ashes, as a toilet. It was a clever move, but
also the main reason my apartment reeked of feline urine. But he never
would have used the fireplace to pee in if I had not forgotten to
remove the ashes. And why didn't I get around to that job?
It wasn't on my list.
Today's bLINKit: Remember the Milk, a great online efficiency tool, can be found here. I use it for both home and work.
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