technology

Parkinson’s 

~ Dear ol' Dad ~ 1 Comment

I’m not much for laws. Well, any more laws than necessary. This said, I stumbled upon a law that I happen to agree with just this week.

How do we have so much more productivity tools at our disposal today, but still only as productive as we were a generation ago. In fact, in some ways, less productive.

We have multi-tasking solutions, phones not attached to walls, untold capabilities of software. These tools should be able to afford us to cut hours, if not days out of our daily grind. Why then, are we grinding away at our jobs in such an unending pace?

Parkinson’s Law is part of the answer. The correlation of work tasks expanding to the time available to complete them. Frustrating, but true. I’ll try to believe that work product is of higher quality.

  
-DoD

The economy of being offended 

~ Dear ol' Dad ~ 4 Comments

I blog, therefore I am. A Tweet, a post, a hashtag. There are many ways today to express one’s dissatisfaction with the state of… anything. To stir up, to insight outrage, to troll, once used to be only within reach of shock-jocks and politicians. Taping into guttural human indignation, curiosity, joy, distrust, can come from any mind with a decent connection to the web.

Are we better off?  Seems that sensitivity, racial tension, and general “Us vs. Them” mentality is at an all time high. The fascinating thing about the general state of things is – controversy pays. It’s a war for views, comments, and approval from others. It’s a new gold rush – and you can head to the mine in your underwear.

This post is a bit of random, a play within a play. Blogging a bit now, I can see the thrill of being read, being liked, and the overall approval from others that people desire. I’m not stirring anything up for shock value, but what about the endless blogs of introspection. Is that what my blog will be identified as? If so, I’d rather quit now.

Writing every day for nearly two weeks now, I have felt some ups and downs. These thoughts have been running through my mind, and I just wanted to get them down. For what it’s worth, I still have my day job.

DoD