Thursday, 29 October 2009
Monday, 26 October 2009
It's nice to be cycling for the fun of it, rather than simply to get from A to B.
I'd like to think that I have a healthy balance between being hyper-organised and letting life unfold as it happens. "Riding the wave" has been a phrase on my mind recently.
Particularly when working, I create a mental plan of what I'd like to see happen - packing my bag with stuff for work the night before, ironing shirts in a batch, rather than one by one (they're the only thing I iron as a matter of course). That's all normal, right? You do that too, don't you?
When making plans for say a holiday or a day out with babyB, I'd hope to not get so obsessed by The Plan that there's no flexibility though!
Anyway, some time ago, I read an article about why it's a good idea to get some exercise at the end of the working week. I'd totally recommend reading it. If I could find it. And I can't. I've spent about half an hour searching online for it and had no joy. Tried four search engines, a myriad of search terms and no joy.
The article pointed to a study that showed your weekend would be more energised if you spent about 30 minutes doing something active on a Friday night - rather than simply heading for the pub and singing a few shandies or babychams.
All this to ask you to consider changing your plans a little for a Friday night - or whenever you see the end of your working week to be. As part of the *rest* you need to give yourself, take a little time to stretch the muscles (internal and external) and see how you feel. I've seen me chicken out a few times, so please don't think I'm Mr Perfect. Not all the time at least... ;-P
Possibly rough the first time you do it, but it's worth it for the post-exercise buzz that gives you a lift as you live your weekend.
Give it a shot and see how it works out for you - and let me know if it's not working and I'll stop too (maybe).
Sunday, 25 October 2009
When I was on holiday, I'd get up with babyB and let Jenny get some more sleep. It's kinda normal for me to do that given the way the rhythms of our lives are running at the moment.
And mainly because I can often fall into the typical male stereotype of being unable to wake up when there's baby crying unless there's some significant amplifying of the audio level...
When at Center Parcs, I tried to get out for a run before breakfast - so would spend some time stretching in advance. There was something special about these times as babyB got involved in the process - pile on being one of the simplest games ever.
It reminded me of the song Turning Thirty I mentioned on this blog post at my birthday. And of being grateful for the grace we live in.
Saturday, 24 October 2009
I was reading Seth Godin talking about "Top this" the other day. There's a tension for me sometimes between doing better and doing things well. I'd like to think I get this balance right, but it's not true. Then there's too often a third strand - just getting it done. Doing enough to get by and hope no-one notices your heart has not been in it.
You might think this a little abstract, but then isn't a lot of what I write about! I applies to much of our lives though. Am doing just enough to be an *alright* Dad? Am I so competitive at work that I'll step on anyone to get ahead? Do I (metaphorically) beat myself up too much about making small mistakes or letting people down?
Overcoming a panchent for perfectionism is something I've been walking through for a while - but here it gets interesting:
To continually improve is the drive for self-perfection. To continually expect yourself to deliver great outcomes (be that product, art, food experiences) is the drive for self-fulfillment.
Does this leave (little or) no room for contentment? "I'm only satisfied when...[fill in the blanks]" says that right here & right now something just isn't good enough. An undisciplined, or perhaps unaware response is to look for something or someone to blame. Then that can lead to frustration and pushing even harder.
Ultimately, I think this tension can be our undoing. It can ruin our soul. I have no doubt that there's a great many things that I could have done better. I have no doubt that there's things in my character that can (and will) be improved.
But at the end of the day, I am where I am. Right now, this is who I am. This is what I have and what I can give.
My hope - my prayer - is that I live in the light of who I am in Jesus. There's a future I can co-create with the King, but I only want to do that by recognising that I can't do it on my own. I can't magic my way into the *dream* job (whatever that is!) or into having the *dream* house. I want to blow where the Spirit is going and ride the waves.
If I've learned anything in the past 30 years of living, it's riding the waves that will be much more fun than trying to make it all happen in my own strength.
Friday, 23 October 2009
Thursday, 22 October 2009
I thought it was very cool to see that a fisherman off the West of Scotland handed in a couple of rare fish to the local Sea Life sanctuary. These were Grey trigger fish that are not normally found in the waters where he cast his nets. The story is here, if you've not seen it.
Perhaps we're more used to the image of factory-boat fisherman who trawl everything over a huge distance, not bothering about unexpected - or unwanted - sea life.
I wonder what the statistics are for the number of "good" fisherman for every "bad" fisherman. Or maybe we can substitute fisherman for bus drivers, car salespeople or call handlers?
Today, I'll try and keep clear of presuming I've got it all figured out before I interact with people. How 'bout you?
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
I got through the to-do list with time to spare. A good day.
My first thought? Press the emergency buzzer and have a short & productive conversation with the security person on the other end of the line. Although, it was slightly concerning that he asked "which lift" I was in. I held back the retort "why, does this happen often?" as I was unsure how dry the fellas sense of humour was. An engineer would be dispatched as soon as possible. I found out later that they literally came running. Which was nice of them.
Second thought? I'd better tell the world (starting with Mrs Weir). So, a few conversations over Facebook & Twitter ensued (here's the photo taken with the fuzzy lens of my G1 that @RobinsonsS asked for):
After about 10 minutes, I realised it was getting warm. Hmm.
When the engineer arrived, banging on the doors and shouting "hello", there was the sound of panic in their voice. Like they were concerned about the lift brake systems immenent demise. It was important then, for there sakes, that I remained calm.
I was informed that the lift would be winched up manually and they'd get me out as soon as possible. This gave me visions of a gang of people heaving away at the other end of the rope to move the lift. Needless to say, as the building has counter-weight powered lifts, that wasn't how it would work. So I'm told.
I read and replied to a few emails & messages.
Anyway, once the lift had been
I could see the floor (the one I was heading for) and, okay there was a 2ft drop from the edge of the lift to the
But apparently, HSE regulations prohibit people exiting a lift in this state. Really? In case the lift fails. I can't imagine a scenario when I'd want to stay in the lift when it's failing. By which we mean falling, right? Other than maybe the buiding failing. But that's a bit too Wylie E Coyote.
Then a third engineer, named Otis (;-p) gave the all clear. I could jump, if I was willing to take the risk. Let me think about that...
That's my experience of being stuck in a lift. You had anything far more exciting?
Wednesday, 7 October 2009
I'd hoped to write this series of posts about my current role at work over a few consecutive days. Given that the first one (here) was written on 3 September, that's clearly not happened. Let's see what can be done to rectify that.
So, a few months after I did that job for Garry, our Director, I was working in another team in our department (on secondment) as an eCommerce Development Consultant (what on earth was that?!).
Around this time, there were some stronger gusts from the winds of change than usual. It was putting pressure on the way our department was funded and how we got things done. We had enjoyed some level of autonomy and that had brought a good measure of success, but it wasn't as easy as that.
There were looming changes to reporting practices and requirements for greater levels of detail in those reports. At the same time as this, a friend from the Powerpoint band (where I was playing drums at the time, and nothing to do with Microsoft products) shared a link on his blog. It was to a presentation inspired by the style of Lawrence Lessig and it completely blew me away.
On two counts:
1) the way he spoke and the material he used to help articulate his points (his narrative) and
2) the content he was sharing.
After a few hours (over a few days) of looking at Lessig's blog (now in hibernation), finding Garr Reynolds blog on presentations (one of the *best* resources you will find) and then watching Dick Hardt's video from OSCON, I was suddenly properly aware of the power of online tools to change the way the world interacts.
You might suggest that I was hooked, and I'd probably agree. I found iGoogle and started tracking people's content online.
I shared the Lessig and Hardt videos with a colleague and friend, Robert McGill. He said "we could make something like that" about where we worked. So we did.
Storyboarded, created and distributed in about a week and a wee video about "where I worked" caught some pretty big attention from our business and IT bosses.
It didn't save the department from going through a rough time, and it probably resulted in me taking my eye off the ball a little on my day job.
Through this process I realised that communication - and really storytelling - was what I loved doing. Agile development (from a business & user perspective) is all about stories. Making our little video was all about stories. Making slidedecks is all about helping someone tell their story.
It was around this time that Garry, David and I spoke about maybe doing some work to help our area tell it's story better. But that's another story.
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
When catching up with some podcasts a couple of weeks ago, Mitch Joel spoke with Tara Hunt on Six Pixels of Separation (podcast) spoke about there being more currencies than Money (capital). She mentioned Information (learning), Relationships (social).
It's about making friends, finding your place and sense of significance in the world. Money used to deliver this.
- Autonomy (make your own decision),
- Confidence (love it for the challenge),
- Sociality (feeling of belonging),
- Set points (always happy/cynical/grumpy etc).
It's an interesting, thought-provoking and at least partially accurate observation. I wonder if we can invest in all four of these currencies?
Have a listen to the conversation here and see what you think.
What about faith. How does it impact (or underpin) these things?
Sunday, 4 October 2009
Last year, we changed car insurers and opted to take seperate breakdown cover. At the time the old Pug was a bit fragile so we thought it best to get something fairly comprehensive, especially with babyB on the scene.
The RAC got our business by being 1) well priced (ie cheapest), 2) easy to buy online (most convenient) & 3) covering the drivers, not the cars.
We never needed to call them in 364 of the days of the policy. Today, day 365, we did.
On a wee road trip to collect her parents from Glasgow Airport a few weeks ago (that's a 40 minute motorway journey from home), Mrs theWeir was in her parents car with her sister & babyB. Then the electrics on the car packed in on the motorway.
The car kept running, but
Mrs theWeir phones me, gets our membership details and phone number them pulls out her RAC card and phones them up. Helpful people on the phone (first star to RAC). Van on it's way. Ticket man at the Airport drop-off point is really great - very understanding of the situation and keeps checking in to see if he can help. Nice.
Van arrives in good time, mechanic confirms a dodgy alternator (it's less than a year old) and quite rightly says - you're not driving that back through with four adults and a toddler. He can't tow it back as there's too many passengers - need to get a flat bed.
He confirms this with RAC control (I think) who arrange for a flat-bed tow lorry to collect them all and take them home. Might be an hour or more - sorry they can't have one right away. But then RAC man leaves (to do other calls, or maybe have a tea break, either's good with me). But the call centre keep in touch, confirming when the flat bed was dispacted and giving an eta. (Second gold star).
Flat bed driver was great, babyB and Mrs theWeir get front fow seats and the car is loaded up. They head for home. Then the call centre phones again to make sure everything has worked out okay. Now that's what I call service.
Thank you RAC for looking after my family. I'll be renewing our cover you now, rather than looking for a *better deal* anywhere else.
That's my story, but I'd love to know if you've had anything similar or worse from RAC too. Just to bring balance
FULL Disclosure: I've never earned any freebies from RAC, or been paid by them. Just so we're clear.
Thursday, 1 October 2009
In a moment of wistful clarity, Mrs theWeir asked "do you think when babyB is older, we'll call her in for her tea by twitter or something?".
What a great question.
Given that babyB is a good few (9?) years off from having a mobile device capable of online interaction (what ever that device might be/look like or cost) I'm not sure we can answer it yet.
However, my guess is that with all the online applications like twitter and facebook being *so* open with their APIs it's leading to online profile management tools (like Seesmic and Tweetdeck) that the service we use will be secondary to the kind of control it gives is.
Those preparing food (or perhaps even the technology being used to prepare the food) can broadcast a "food ready in x minutes" message. With everyone being tracked using GPS (or RFID, where everything is aware of where it is, who & what is around it?) then the device will be able to suggest when you need to leave in order to arrive on time. Imagine that. You're playing on the swings and the cooker sends you a message to say that you should leave in 4.3 minutes so you've got enough time to walk home, wash your hands and get to the table for when it's ready.
(some would say walking is soooo last decade, but there's somethings we do now that are worth keeping, right?!)
Needless to say, I didn't use all of that in my answer to the original question or I'd have been asked to stop talking and get on with something more useful.
What do you think the future holds?