Pomodoro – The Final Chapter

Writing a blog post is often cathartic and sometimes it’s enlightening. This one is a little bit both; simply writing this post (the first real one in a while) makes me feel like I’m back on the horse AND I actually discovered why I was struggling with something that has eluded me for a while. Feel free to tell me how obvious my discovery is.

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Pomodoro progress, halftime report

In this post I promised an update in one week – it’s been a little over a week, but here’s the promised progress report.

The Pomodoro Method works OK for some things that I do:

Non-meeting time: When I have time to get some work done – there’s no meetings scheduled or I’m not being interrupted by other people in the building – then the . . . → Read More: Pomodoro progress, halftime report

I like tomatoes…

tomAto or tomAHto?

… so maybe I’ll like Pomodoro.

Some quick facts:

I peruse a bunch of RSS feeds. I use a Mac I own an Android phone I DO like tomatoes. [note to self: add a post about my Dad's garden]

I have a list of about 30 or so RSS feeds that I check periodically [1] – I let Safari just load . . . → Read More: I like tomatoes…

Just because you’re paranoid, part I

See part II, part III, part IV.

I’m a Mac guy, remember? I use Time Machine as my backup strategy because I don’t really have to think about it. It just works – it does it’s thing and I’m largely oblivious.

Obliviousness is peachy until the hard disk crashes in the backup drive. The good news is that the only things I lost were files . . . → Read More: Just because you’re paranoid, part I

I admit it – I’m a Mac guy

I’m an engineer, a computer scientist by degree. Way back, the same year Ronald Reagan was elected president, I was a freshman at the University of Illinois. There were no “PCs,” and computers filled rooms. They were mysterious machines, operated by wizards speaking in tongues, with black robes and pointy hats in poorly illuminated rooms.

That’s mostly accurate – computers DID fill rooms, and not . . . → Read More: I admit it – I’m a Mac guy