Every chance he’d get, my now-9-year-old nephew B would try to whistle. Continue reading “The first time my nephew whistled”
This amazing Dilbert piece by Scott Adams describes excellently what is really going on in many of our heads (or at least mine) when forced to pretend that tight deadlines make any sense.
To be clear, I’m yet to come across a tight deadline that worked. Rush-rush stressy projects are usually only a rush until the client suddenly comes across a decision they need time to sit and think about. Because guess what. In life things come up that we need to sit and think about. To not foresee that is humorous. At that point obviously the rush-rush attitude goes out the window because the client prefers to make the decision carefully. After that either the rushing is again expected or there is a new understanding that things will happen at a more natural speed.
The dude sitting there with his cup of coffee is also making a pretty important yet seemingly unknown fact. That most of the work we’re doing is not a matter of life and death. For most of us, although it feels like it matters, those extra few weeks (or months in many cases), like in this cartoon, are not only fine, but often they’re actually good in the long run.
Check out this article that spotlights me and my colleague working at the new Tmol Shilshom work hub.
Quote from the article:
Every person I interview says they feel morally obligated to buy at least a cup of coffee when they’re working at a cafe, to justify the place they’re holding down.
On that note, Deena Levenstein, a Jerusalem-based writer and founder of the Facebook group “Things to do in Jerusalem,” says, “I’ve been 100-percent freelance for the past eight months, and I love it. But I get depressed, less productive, when I’m always at home. I’m always thinking of where to work. But I’m also uncomfortable sitting for hours in a cafe without the management’s explicit okay.”
Levenstein approached David Ehrlich, owner of Jerusalem cafe Tmol Shilshom, and received permission not only to work there on a regular basis, but to announce to her Facebook group that laptop workers may consider one of the rooms there a hub.
“More and more people are working out of cafes and hubs these days,” explains Ehrlich. “We’re not in a Viennese coffee house of 100 years ago. We’re in Jerusalem 2015, and it feels right to accommodate these customers. I think it’ll be good for business.”
Join the Jerusalem Coworking Facebook group to get more info on this topic.
I just saw on Facebook that Oliver Sacks, the very famous neurologist, and a family member of my step grandfather, has passed away at the age of 82. I cried and I thought, “Why am I crying? Sacks clearly expressed no remorse in reaching the end of his life.” How glorgious to live a life you can feel fulfilled by at the end of it…
But I still felt sad and realized I’m not crying for Dr. Oliver Sacks. I am sad for us, for losing a sweet voice in this world.
When I was 18, I signed up to do national service in my dear country Israel. Unfortunately, in the middle of the year, I was unhappy enough in my position that I decided to look for something else. In Jerusalem, where I was determined to stay, the only open national service position I could find in the middle of the year was working one on one with autistic children. With absolutely no training I was welcomed into my new position. And so all I could do was read. I acquired two books, one of which was An Anthropologist on Mars by Oliver Sacks. His uniquely readable medical writing was a Godsend and helped give me insight into the peculiar world of autism.
I never met Oliver Sacks in person, though my grandmother did since she was married to one of his cousins, but there was an endearing air about him, even from afar..
For one, he always seemed to just be who he was. He wrote his popular medical stories which probably got some criticism from his colleagues. And later on he’d make these cute little videos or write articles just sharing some thoughts with the world. He never seemed to be trying to be anything in particular besides whoever he was.
And as a result he was another thing I admired in him and that was normal. At least in his writing and short videos which you can find on YouTube, he was the most regular, down to earth genius you might ever not meet. He shared thoughts about regular things, deeper things but all just relatable human things.
Finally, from the little I got to know him from a distance, he never seemed to be afraid. He had a sense of purpose and worked towards them. It wasn’t only death he seemed unafraid of, but of living life too.
I may be reading into Sacks’ life and psyche but these are things I perceived in him from afar. It is an inspiration to have the example of a genius who, I imagine, one could look at in the eye and not be concerned about being in the presence of greatness. He was something great but I don’t know if he ever saw himself as more than just a regular human who seemed to love humans, and was happy to help others with his skills and unique mind, forging forwards as simply himself.
May we continue to be inspired by you, Dr. Oliver Sacks. Rest peacefully.
Photo source: © Luigi Novi / Wikimedia Commons
Jason Fredic Gilbert wrote a piece I loved distilling his wise advice on himself of 20 years ago interspersed with swear words and way too cool pictures. In response, this is a list of some of my philosophies of life – things I believe in and try to live by. My tips are interspersed with very few swear words, less I-don’t-give-a-shit attitude (maybe I need more beer (see JFG’s post) or less (see JFG’s post and below)) and also some photos.
Here you go…
Don’t have agendas with people because otherwise you end up treating them like objects you’re trying to get something out of instead of like humans.
Be as honest as possible. Since you no longer have any agendas with people, you can be as honest as possible without concern. You’d be surprised just how honest you can be and still get along well in this world with the added bonus of building some trust with others.
Drink less. And figure out what your preferences really are. I recently realized I really don’t like raw tomatoes. I’ve been eating them for years thinking I sort of like them because it didn’t register just how much I actually don’t. Same with drinking. Not sure why drinking is so popular today but I’m probably not the only one who doesn’t actually like it as much as I thought.
Don’t make drink, drunk or mass-meat eating jokes. They are juvenile and work for around half an hour in high school; after that find something much more interesting to laugh about.
Never take people’s advice blindly. It’s amazing how much people pretend they know something. As a rule, the more a person acts as though they know A Great Truth, the thicker your skepticism filter should be while listening.
But learn to listen. This point is self serving if nothing more – I hate talking to people who don’t listen (to me or others) and you’ll be astounded how much it helps your relationships.
Let people, including yourself, ask questions more than once. Some things we even need repeated to us our entire lives. It’s OK.
Work on overcoming fears. Although they theoretically help save you from uncomfortable or dangerous situations, some of them aren’t worth it because they prevent you from living your life how you want to. Of course, though, don’t get over smart fears. Now go figure out the difference between the two.
Move more but don’t call it exercise because exercise sucks. So it might be shaking your body up, stretching once every day or so, or finding a dance party you like going to. Just don’t you dare call it exercise.
Be forgiving of yourself. Who you are is a product of millennia of fine-tuning idiosyncrasies. Of course work on yourself but also don’t be so down on yourself.
Be nice, be nice, be nice, be nice, be nice, be nice, be nice, be nice. No, it’s not always easy, and sometimes you’ll fail, but the bookends of this post are “don’t be trying to get things out of people” and “be nice.” Because treating people well is fucking important.
Despite a few fleeting moments of glory and belonging, my student career was a difficult one fraught with worry, despair and a sense of failure.
I often have experiences today that evoke memories of my student days but today I try to figure them out differently as an adult.
For example, right now I’m registered for an Arabic class. There is something very fun and amusing about a group of adults stumbling over a new language, but for much of the time I feel like I’m not getting the material fast enough (relative to most of the others) and as a result I start feeling embarrassed.
I also can’t get myself to study between lessons because it is overwhelming to me and I don’t feel like it’s sinking into my brain anyway. I’ve told myself to just study for 10 minutes a day – at least that’s better than nothing – but I’m too overwhelmed and so I haven’t succeeded in doing it.
At this point I’ve fallen so behind that I didn’t even go to the last couple of lessons – partially because of timing, partially because I’m ashamed to go in so unprepared.
But I keep asking myself, do I really not want to be going to class anymore? The answer is a resounding no! I like the lessons and I want to continue. I am just embarrassed and find it so stressful when the teacher actually expects me to know anything.
And so tonight I decided I’m going to class tomorrow, and in anticipation of it, I wrote an honest note in our WhatsApp group. I wrote:
Dear friends, I wanted to tell you that although it’s difficult for me to study outside of class, I don’t want to stop coming to class! I knew I may not be so successful in this course when I signed up but I signed up anyway because I figure at least the exposure to Arabic once a week will have some affect. In short, I will try to come tomorrow, just please don’t expect too much from me. :)
I know some of you are probably wondering, why all the words? Why all the explaining? Why not “just” show up and be as prepared or unprepared as I am? It isn’t my problem what they think, right?
Well, I’ll tell you why I wrote that note. Because if I hadn’t, I probably wouldn’t be able to get myself to go. Falling behind in class is quite a normal thing and yet it is so shameful and stressful when it happens. I’m quite certain I’m not the only one who isn’t keeping up. I’m sure I’m not the only one who stopped/sort of stopped coming to class, and I bet some of them would continue coming if the embarrassment factor was minimized. Basically I decided to try to normalize falling behind, both for myself and for anyone else who might benefit from it. If I put it out on the table, there will be no surprises or false expectations. (Yes, I know their expectations of me shouldn’t matter. Yadda yadda.)
Of course there still remains the question of why I can’t get myself to study. Why do I get paralyzed in this way? But first and foremost I want to not be so embarrassed by it.
I have to admit I’m still a little nervous about going tomorrow, it would be so much easier not to…
But I want to learn Arabic!! And so I’m committed to trying, even if I’m not succeeding very well. And now that I’ve said, “Accept this” about falling behind, I hope I can walk in there happily tomorrow, and enjoy the class for whatever it is for me.
When I travel, I like to choose one cute little thing to take back with me as a souvenir. On my latest trip to Toronto I bought a key chain of a turtle carved from stone from the new aquarium. (I LOVE IT.)
So what souvenir options are there in Jerusalem? A shofar? A bag with an Oriental design? A postcard of the Church of the Holy Sephulcre or of the Western Wall?
Here’s the thing. Jerusalem is no longer in the year 1000. It is in the year 2015 and it is a vibrant city full of new and exciting things.
Rethinking the Jerusalem souvenir is one of the goals of Jerusalem Design Mix, the new pop-up store on Rivlin Street in the city center, just across from Mike’s Place, seconds from Yaffo Street. It is a store that displays the creations of close to 50 Jerusalem and Jerusalem-inspired designers.
When I went to visit the other day, the first thing I noticed were the magnets that say “It’s complicated.” What a perfect souvenir to bring back from Jerusalem, the city where “It’s complicated.”
And, of course, there are the gefilte fish pillows (and wallets)…
…postcards with beautiful photographs and adorable and pretty bags.
When you go downtown in Jerusalem, you must stop by this shop. It will be in its current location until after Sukkot (until around the 6th of October 2015) after which they’ll be moving to a new yet-decided location.
Please note: Two days after I wrote this, screenshots and all, Fotor launched a new user interface to their website. Oops! So, some of the steps might look slightly different but it should still work the same. DML
Often images are the bane of the website content manager’s existence. Finding them, making sure you have credit for them, resizing them properly… It’s all quite tedious and often can take longer than the actual written content!
So when my colleague showed me how he resizes images using the Fotor collage creator, I got pretty excited. He uses the collage creator not for its intended use but I think it’s going to save me a lot of time. This is especially useful when you’re working on a site where you need to upload the exact same size image. In this case, it’s best to set up the Fotor collage creator once and then leave it open, ready for your use throughout the day.
This hack can work for images saved on the computer but as far as I’m concerned part of the fun of this hack is that it works with images from the web without having to download them first to your computer!
Here’s how to do it. I’ll use a Facebook image for the example:
1. Find the image you want on Facebook, right click on it and save the image URL.
2. Go to fotor.com and click on MAKE A COLLAGE.
3. On the left hand side of the screen are a lot of settings. Scroll all the way to the bottom. Click on the lock button so that the height and width can be edited independently and put in the dimensions you need. Click “Confirm.”
4. In the collage area, delete all the extra boxes until there is only one left.
So it ends up looking like this:
5. The border will be automatically set at 10. You can change it to zero also on the left hand side.
6. Click on the down arrow next to “Open” and the click on “Web,” the bottom option.
7. Paste the image URL which you saved in the field that pops up. Click “Open.”
8. You’ll see it load in the bottom right hand side of the screen.
9. Drag your photo into the collage space and drag it around until it’s situated the way you want.
10. When you’re done, click on the save button which looks like a floppy disk.
Done. Do you have any awesome ways you edit photos for web? Please share in the comments!
This has been an emotionally taxing week for me and so, more than usual, I’ve looked to different sources for comfort and inspiration to help me through it. Amazingly, countering the difficulties have been extremely inspiring meetings with wonderful people and an episode of one of my podcasts that I found to be so insightful that I listened to it around three times this week.
Thinking back over my week, I’ve learned a lot. Some are new lessons, some are new lessons built on old lessons and some are, as is very often necessary, old lessons relearned.
Here are some of them:
1. Asking “what for” is good
I ask “what for” constantly. It’s the more practical side of my regular existential angst because it’s saying, “OK, so you are drawn to this activity. What are the goals you hope to reach by taking part in these projects? Is this really meaningful to you? Do you really feel like this is what you want to be doing?”
This week I met with two people who helped me with this.
The first is someone I met with for the first time who can completely relate to my asking this question and, as he put it, he is troubled with this question not on a daily basis but every moment of every day. And he said that we don’t necessarily get answers of this question but the asking in itself means we’ll end up doing very meaningful things.
The other person, a friend of mine, said he always has in mind why he’s doing what he’s doing and as a result, he can partake in the most mundane of tasks and it doesn’t matter because he knows what his greater goals are.
2. My ruts are important and they pass
I freak out about my ruts. I’m scared of them. I worry I’m never going to be happy again and that I’m going to be unproductive forever. (Yes, I’m pretty fatalistic.) But I’d really like to give more respect to myself by giving more respect to my ruts. They are saying something and they are one of the symptoms of not going blindly through life which is a good thing. My ruts help direct me and are a result of my making decisions consciously on a regular basis. My ruts are part of my maturing process and I don’t have to be so scared of them.
3. I still have a lot of work to do on not giving a fuck
Today I reread the epic piece by Mark Manson about what it means to not give a fuck, why it’s a good idea and tips on how to do it (well, not do it).
One of the things that gets to me in my life is stuff. All that little and big, annoying stuff. Stuff that doesn’t go exactly how it should in order to give me peace of mind. Stuff that I wish I could control but I can’t, stuff that results from my decisions, stuff that simply makes up a lot of the day.
For example, I decided to organize monthly writing meetups. I already have a substantial mailing list for it because there was immediate interest. A couple of days ago I sent out an email with info about the first meeting. I got a few responses, two of which were in the realm of “constructive criticism” as we so nicely put it… As they crush my spirit. I honestly could barely function afterwards. I kept thinking, “Why do I do anything ever? It’ll never be exactly what people want anyway and it might be a huge flop and I’ll feel like an idiot. Why even try? It’s too hard and too risky.”
One of the points Mark makes in his crazy piece where he uses the f word supposedly over 100 times is that in order to not give a fuck about unimportant things, we need to be giving a fuck about something much bigger. Which is what my friend said (see #1) – that he can deal with a lot of crappy stuff because he knows why he’s doing what he’s doing.
And it’s the same thing here. I know why I’m doing what I’m doing (well, except when I’m asking myself, “For what?”). I’m doing this writing group because I want to give myself the opportunity to write. I want to give myself the opportunity to commiserate with other writers. And after years of waiting for someone else to create this kind of group, I realized I’m just going to have to do it myself. And so I am. How I want to do it. So as long as it’s what I want to be creating then it’s as perfect as it’s ever going to get.
Not to mention that the negative feedback was barely negative and these two people are lovely and very interested in what I’m doing. It’s just so fucking hard doing things that put you out there that you need to be strong as anything to take what the world sends back at you when you do things so you don’t feel crushed from anything negative or any bit of resistance.
4. If the morning pages aren’t working for me anymore, I could look for a different daily writing exercise to do instead
For a while I did the morning pages that Julia Cameron recommends in her The Artist’s Way spiritual path to creativity. It was very good for me until it wasn’t anymore. And now I’m at lose ends and feel this lacking. I need to be writing but can’t get myself to do the morning pages. It’s time for me to make peace with the fact that, at least for now, it’s time to move on. And that’s fine because I could just look for a different writing exercise to take on instead.
So now I’m on a search for a new writing exercise that could be good to do on a daily basis. Any suggestions?