Sorry if you’ve seen this before, but I just noticed Teh Network ate my last blog post. Which is why it’s been so quiet here recently…I posted a few days ago…nope. No record. I mean… I assume Teh Network ate it, and the Minions of teh Network didn’t delete a blog post ranting about how you never get comments on the well crafted journalistic posts (that are so amazingly well crafted and full of WIN that they get flagged on the Nature mainsite), but the minute you point out your name means ‘nauseous’ in Thai, well it’s open season.
Anyway. Cross posting from The Other Place.
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I had a cold this week. Got to work Monday morning, feeling a bit dozy. By 10am I was sniffly; by 11 I was feverish, so they sent me home.
I went home.
I think I died around 3PM. Thankfully I’m like The Highlander, so I came back alive again. Just to feel awful for the next 36hrs. Today I feel better, but dozy.
So, went through my LIST OF THINGS TO DO. It was 40 THINGS long.
It is now only 12 THINGS long. Unfortunately, all the easy THINGS like, “Ask Brad & Rebecca about new logo”, are gone, and I’m left with THINGS such as, “Write JAMIA paper”, and “Write AFSA Grant”.
That kind of sucks. But at least they stand out on the page now, y’know?
And I was going over my mailbox limit. Again. I used to fight to keep my inbox down to 50 emails, then it was 100 emails. Then 150. But then I realised how futile this was because I had hundreds upon hundreds of emails stored in 15 folders and 35 sub-folders. No wonder I could never find anything! So, I instituted a new regime: be more brutal, and cut the crap. Plus, stop saving every wack-a-loon dumb email funny people send me. And, relax the inbox quota to 200.
Well, it hit 300 today. So, a fresh cup of coffee, and an hour’s dedicated administrative brutality clearing later I’m down to 207…damn…208 in my inbox, and had the unfeasibly satisfying experience of deleting 5 folders and 700 old emails. Ahhhh…damn near 75-100MB of shite waste off my account I hope.
Right.
now what… 3hrs to go…. what gets cleaned next…
Ian, I’m presuming things are cleaner, now. :-)
Your post is really gone? As in, when you go into the “Manage Blog” area, it’s not just “unpublished” because you had pressed Save instead of Publish? (this has happened to me). It might also be worth checking the other end of the queue, as for a little while there was a bug that sent such posts way back to the beginning.
Yup, really gone. I assume I was rushing (as usual), so what I probably did was hit Preview instead of Submit and then closed the window :/
Ah well, as my mum used to say to my great frustration, if it’s important, you’ll remember it. In case you can derive comfort where I found none.
Ha ha! I love that old chestnut. And so completely not true either. There have been some nice studies (I need to find refs I guess), about neuronal changes in response to forgetting something you need to recall, as well as the link to emotional response. That hollow/sick feeling as a form of “punishment” for forgetting. The opposite “exhilaration/rush” of remembering you’ve been struggling to remember. All tied in with evolution of mind and reward pathways.
This would explain why my stomach was hurting today. I’ve overloaded on small things I am supposed to remember. I would make lists and then misplace the lists. I would go down five flights to the front desk and then realize I left the package to post upstairs. I went to go pick something up in an unfamiliar part of town only to find that the directions I obtained from the Internet at home, that I had forgotten and then re-obtained at work, were still on the desk at work. I tried to go anyhow based on my memory of the location, made it, and then realized I didn’t know the surname of the person I was supposed to meet there. Luckily I had dialed her cell phone this morning, and the number was in the phone’s memory. Not mine.
A French chestnut is, “if you don’t have your head, at least you have your legs”.
“You’d forget your butt if it wasn’t attached.” German chestnut.
I hate forgetting things. Worse, when I’m really tired and overloaded, I start running into things – preferably door frames. Evolution seems to have worked really well for me with the former, but I’m not so sure the latter is very beneficial in the long term.