November 21st, 2007



All lists of stuff to do today; lists at work, trying to do proper task lists at useful levels of granularity instead of writing the thing that really needs doing at the top of the list and then adding lots of small and manageable things so that I have something to procrastinate into from the big thing. There's always one big guilty project and then lots of small bits and bobs. I'm getting better at using things that are actually-useful-but-not-at-all-urgent as my procrastination-food, rather than things that are actually just timewasting, but some days it feels like an uphill struggle to do anything. I know all sorts of useful GTD theories, I have found the wisdom of 43folders invaluable, but at the end of the day a lot of the getting-things-done comes down to just actually, you know, getting things done. Ticking things off the list.

Lists of music, too; we've been going through the Guardian's '1000 albums to listen to before you die' series, which is a bit like looking through the record collection of somebody whom you really like but don't yet quite get, if you see what I mean. It's a bizarre collection of interesting recommendations, pretentiousness, obviousness, obscureness, coolness and craziness. I'm ticking off a fair number of them. At home, the aim is to tick off more records than Owen; at work, the game's played the other way round, and being able to tick off more than anybody else means a concomitant loss of credibility. 'Humiliation', as played in Changing Places: what's the most famous book you haven't read? (Music-wise, at work, an honourable draw was agreed when we established that none of us had ever deliberately listened to a record by Elvis Presley.) High Fidelity: Mornington Crescent.

Listlessness: the state of mind one finds oneself in when one doesn't have a list of things to do, places to go, books to read, albums to listen to. Wandering aimlessly; wandering freely.