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Archive for the month “September, 2008”

So Many Books

Three or four… maybe five years ago I was determined to organize my personal library. After looking at various systems, I went with the low-cost Delicious Library. Then I spent days entering ISBN’s and scanning bar codes. The scanning system didn’t work very well and I have some obscure titles and relics that don’t have either a bar code or an ISBN. Ultimately Delicious Library did the job. I had a complete listing of the books in my possession.

Then I forgot about it. Bought a bunch more books. Moved again. Acquired nice bookshelves. Delicious Library moved from an older iBook to my new MacBook without complaint. And so it sat there…

Until tonight. I downloaded the upgrade and got to work. Wow! Fantastic improvements. The bar code scanning with the iSight camera is accurate. The feature that allows you to search for cover art and then drag & drop it onto the book image is a joy. I hated to stop adding and updating but I do need some sleep.

My main use of Delicious Library is keeping track of books. But it has the ability to catalog games, dvd’s, cd’s and even iTunes purchases. It’s fun to use and so remarkably user friendly that I wish their developers would tutor Microsoft’s developers in how to keep the end-user in mind when writing code.

Developers such as these make life so much easier. They may not ultimately cause world peace but they do have a positive impact on the user’s peace of mind.

Pit Bull

A wonderful blog, Indexed. I left a comment that was more a comment on the comments because people are so defensive when it comes to comments about Pit Bulls. Do they get a bad rap? Absolutely. Is whining about it in the comments of a humorous blog going to change that?

The important thing is that I have experienced a revelation. I want to be a Pit Bull when I grow up. Nice, kind and thoughtful but able to kill. That would be a handy skill to have in one’s pocket. Much more effective than a Taser. And quite dynamic.

Feed me and scratch my ears and recognize that you’re a tiny bit afraid of me. That little nerve ending that won’t be convinced that I’m completely docile. That assures me I’ll always get my way. 

Bad press can be very useful.

When I Grow Up

I’m caught in a sink hole of existential angst. When I’m at work, I do my job in a manner I would describe as going through the motions. Without engagement or inspiration.

The past few months, I’ve been searching desperately for inspiration. I didn’t realize what I was searching for until a friend used just that word. Occasionally I grasp at wisps of it when I have the opportunity to work with other people but it doesn’t stick with me or doesn’t seem to belong to me.

Most of my work is done alone and I prefer it that way. In fact, when I close my door and work on web stuff or graphic design, my level of concentration and enjoyment increases. But then when I am with a group of like-minded people talking about resource development, I get jazzed about that.

The challenge seems to be to commit to something within myself. Focus on something, one thing, one aspect of my talent and nurture it. I don’t generally suffer from the Tyranny of Choice but when it comes to limiting my very Self, making choices feels utterly impossible.

My current job offers variety to such an extent that it landed me in the realization that I cannot do it all. I’ve tried. So now what? What do I do? What do I become?

What do I want to do when I grow up?

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