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Malingerer. Lazy.
I do call myself names.
By the standards of my family of birth i can walk, i'm probably not contagious, so i really ought to be putting my nose to my responsibilities. Instead i slept late, read stories from a copy of Fantasy & Science Fiction this morning and have slowly reviewed my incoming feeds.
It's easy to skip out on a conference, even though i see a comment about "Where are the women's voices in designing this?" Work this afternoon is an annual social event.
I cough. Whatever is wrong, allergy or illness, is real. I don't know why it's real: food or brain or pollen or cats or the dust from my poor housekeeping. But yes, if someone's immediate well-being depended on me, i would probably haul myself off to whatever responsibility it was.
Once upon a time i completely wrote this experience off to psychological issues and stress.
*** Distracted, vide sub ***
Today it's hard to do anything other than call myself lazy. I've a nagging reminder that i only have a set number of spoons and that i shouldn't compare how i spend my spoons to others. Indeed, being compassionate with myself and not overspending spoons is a value i have.
Ah, but there's being effective with the spoons one spends.
I feel very ineffective these days.
I think i'm going to research steam carpet cleaning.
Is this due to the dairy challenge? >_< I had cream cheese, a string cheese, and ice cream yesterday. I wasn't feeling that great yesterday and monday, though. I'm just running out of time for challenges.
***
I just went and made more private my account at MySpace, deleting some "friends" who weren't really friends. I partially want to just close the MySpace down, but i'll admit to being an identity squatter. It's "my" name there and i don't want anyone else using my internet handle there.
Meanwhile, Google has made it easier to find out what they know about you. Right, Orkut.
Which all reminds me a bit of some of the things i learned about at the conference this week. Think about facebook and myspace and how there are these snippet feeds. These are now being standardized into something that is interoperable the way email is interoperable: activity streams. I might allow BookSite to post to SocialSite when i do something. I might also allow OtherSocialSite to display all my activities from SocialSite. The format for this is activity streams, and Facebook and MySpace are just two of many places where you can be inundated with all the activity of anyone to whom you connect. There's another project, salmon, where a comment at OtherSocialSite "will swim upstream" to wherever the activity started, say BookSite, and then it can propagate back out to everywhere that activity is listed, eg SocialSite.
I have no idea how the privacy layer is going to work on this.
I can just imagine someone writing a review at BookSite that they're proud for the world to see associated with their name, the activity being propagated into all the circles of their life, and a more private comment -- say a comment about remembering that the review author seemed to really hit it off with book author at small event, nudge nudge wink wink -- and that gets pushed all the way back to the very responsible review.... Yay.
I do call myself names.
By the standards of my family of birth i can walk, i'm probably not contagious, so i really ought to be putting my nose to my responsibilities. Instead i slept late, read stories from a copy of Fantasy & Science Fiction this morning and have slowly reviewed my incoming feeds.
It's easy to skip out on a conference, even though i see a comment about "Where are the women's voices in designing this?" Work this afternoon is an annual social event.
I cough. Whatever is wrong, allergy or illness, is real. I don't know why it's real: food or brain or pollen or cats or the dust from my poor housekeeping. But yes, if someone's immediate well-being depended on me, i would probably haul myself off to whatever responsibility it was.
Once upon a time i completely wrote this experience off to psychological issues and stress.
*** Distracted, vide sub ***
Today it's hard to do anything other than call myself lazy. I've a nagging reminder that i only have a set number of spoons and that i shouldn't compare how i spend my spoons to others. Indeed, being compassionate with myself and not overspending spoons is a value i have.
Ah, but there's being effective with the spoons one spends.
I feel very ineffective these days.
I think i'm going to research steam carpet cleaning.
Is this due to the dairy challenge? >_< I had cream cheese, a string cheese, and ice cream yesterday. I wasn't feeling that great yesterday and monday, though. I'm just running out of time for challenges.
***
I just went and made more private my account at MySpace, deleting some "friends" who weren't really friends. I partially want to just close the MySpace down, but i'll admit to being an identity squatter. It's "my" name there and i don't want anyone else using my internet handle there.
Meanwhile, Google has made it easier to find out what they know about you. Right, Orkut.
Which all reminds me a bit of some of the things i learned about at the conference this week. Think about facebook and myspace and how there are these snippet feeds. These are now being standardized into something that is interoperable the way email is interoperable: activity streams. I might allow BookSite to post to SocialSite when i do something. I might also allow OtherSocialSite to display all my activities from SocialSite. The format for this is activity streams, and Facebook and MySpace are just two of many places where you can be inundated with all the activity of anyone to whom you connect. There's another project, salmon, where a comment at OtherSocialSite "will swim upstream" to wherever the activity started, say BookSite, and then it can propagate back out to everywhere that activity is listed, eg SocialSite.
I have no idea how the privacy layer is going to work on this.
I can just imagine someone writing a review at BookSite that they're proud for the world to see associated with their name, the activity being propagated into all the circles of their life, and a more private comment -- say a comment about remembering that the review author seemed to really hit it off with book author at small event, nudge nudge wink wink -- and that gets pushed all the way back to the very responsible review.... Yay.