5 posts tagged “time”
So believe it or not, four years now and I'm still a heavy daily habituae of David Allen's "Getting Things Done" time-management system, originally a business idea that has grown into a quasi-religious movement among the Web 2.0 set, precisely because it works so incredibly well. And out of all the different ways one can work the system, I use the simplest and cheapest possible, nothing more than a paper notebook, a pen, and the calendar function on my Palm Treo; and as I was reminded tonight as I get set to finish yet another double-page spread of one of my action lists, buried inside my latest Moleskine, I'm also one of the messier GTDers out there, and that every time I post a photo of one of my action lists at Flickr I always get dozens of alarmist comments from fastidious workers of the system, who carry around a whole series of colored markers with them, and will spend an entire evening at the beginning of each notebook hand-inking rules and lines on each page, etc etc. The whole reason I love GTD so much, as I've said many times, the whole reason it's been so easy to stick with it daily for four years and counting, is precisely because there is no complicated methodology necessary (although can certainly be added if a person wants), no expensive equipment or software needed (although can certainly be added if a person wants), precisely because the whole point is to use the tools as little as possible, in order to spend as much of your day and evening possible actually getting things done. I had tried other time-management sytems before, and gave up on all of them pretty quickly, because they would either require learning a whole new way of doing things, or require a way that's counter-intuitive to how I normally do things, or require buying a bunch of new stuff before any of it would work, or require a bunch of prep work before any of it would work. I love GTD so much because it requires none of these things; literally, all you need is a one-dollar tablet at the neighborhood drugstore and a ballpoint pen to be on your way, everything else literally being supplemental, once you truly understand how the system works.
Anyway, since I'm about to close out this two-page spread soon, I thought I'd snap a photo and post it online, for all the more anal-retentive GTDers to cringe and groan at. Look at it! LOOK AT IT! Didi mau!
Anyway, I recently read this article by Lifehacker.com's Gina Trapani, where she invents a new simple three-folder system for handling all her email; it got me to thinking about the ways I use email myself, which led to me inventing a three-label system for my own use. As you can see in the above screenshot, they consist of "respond," "moreaction" and "holdtemp" -- basically, if an email is going to be in my inbox from now on, it needs to have at least one of these labels, or else there's no reason for it to be there. Each time a new email comes in, then, the moment I'm done reading it, I'll end up making one of the following decisions:
--I'm done; throw it away
--It requires a short response; do it right that second
--It requires a long response; give it the "respond" label
--It requires another action on my part away from my email, before it can be thrown away; give it the "moreaction" label
--It requires information from someone else before it can be thrown away; give it the "holdtemp" label
--It can be archived; give it one of the usual archiving labels in my system
I'm hoping, then, that this will help me not only speed through the 22 emails still left in my inbox these days (some going all the way back to April of last year, I shit you not), but also to quickly turn around all new email that arrives in the future, and keep me in a situation where I'm keeping on top of my email as much as anything else in my life. That would be a real relief, to tell you the truth; that's one of the biggest sources of stress in my life these days, in fact, is the constant pressure of getting back to old emails in my inbox. Anyway, wish me luck.
Just got finished editing up episode 3 of the CCLaP Podcast, which will be getting posted to the official site tomorrow morning; so like always, I thought I'd post a sneak preview of it here as well, for any VOX readers who are checking in over the weekend. This episode is four minutes long and is a video report from the latest Dollar Store Show at Chicago nightclub The Hideout; run by "Time Out: Chicago" Books editor Jonathan Messinger (who is also one of the founders of Featherproof Books), each month Jonathan asks a couple of people from the city's small-press community to write and perform a brand-new story, based on a piece of merchandise from a dollar store that Jonathan had given to them a month previous. Enjoy!
Links to the projects and people mentioned in this episode:
Jonathan Messinger
The Dollar Store Show
The Hideout
Featherproof Books
Time Out: Chicago | Books
The Printers Ball
THE2NDHAND
Uptown Writers Space
I'm trying an experiment tomorrow, that I'm calling a "no downtime day" -- in other words, a day where I spend every moment from waking up to going to bed doing something productive, with no "downtime" spent on things like television, goofing off online, etc. If it's successful, then, I'll add it on a semi-regular basis to my usual "Getting Things Done" time-management system; a customer-created supplement if you will, where on top of your usual action lists and project lists and daily processing, something maybe like once a month you try to go an entire 16 hours without any "vegging" time at all.
Now, note that this is not the same thing as an "all-go-go-go" day; there will be certain times tomorrow when my pace will be slow, for example when sitting around on my ass getting various online things done. But there will also be very active parts of my day tomorrow, too; 9am to noon, for example, will be dedicated to traversing the route of my fourth in a series of bike maps for Google Maps/Earth, this time from my place in Uptown to the Loop, using only inner-city designated bike lanes (i.e. not the lakefront path). It's a ten-mile round trip for me altogether (16 km), basically being done to show off the interior of the city, and also to detail what one can expect when making a long ride within Chicago itself among vehicular traffic. (I've done the trip to the Loop before, actually; the downtown area can admittedly get a little scary, just from the sheer volume of large industrial traffic, but certain tips I'll be sharing can make the whole thing both safer and less nerve-wracking.) So you see what I'm saying; a normal day like always, with its normal ups and downs, but just while trying to cut out all non-productive activities. I've never tried such a thing before, so we'll see how it goes!
Anyway, just thought I'd mention it because I'll probably be posting a few live updates throughout the day tomorrow, via my Palm Treo and the excellent mobile client VOX provides its users. Here's hoping everything goes well.
Funny story: Today I was riding my bike as usual, the daily 6 miles (10 km) or more that I'm trying to do this summer, but the wind just felt like it was literally knocking me backwards, even while pedaling. And the whole thing was just so exhausting, and I was thinking the whole time, "What has changed about me today, so that I can't handle a windy day nearly as well as before? I can't be getting less healthy, can I? Hmm, knowing me, maybe I can (sigh)." And then I got home and checked out the weather, and found out that the wind was blowing in my neighborhood at the time at 48 miles per hour (77 kph). Yeesh.
(UPDATE, June 2007: Don't forget that this series hasn't stopped; it's just moved to the website for my arts organization, the Chicago Center for Literature and Photography.)
(Tired of seemingly all discussion of movies in this country anymore sliding towards poop fests and other kiddie fare? Me too, which is why I've decided to dedicate my new Netflix account to nothing but "grown-up" movies, and to write reviews here of each one I see. For a master list of all reviews, as well as the next movies on my "queue" list, click here.)
The Third Man: Criterion edition (1949)
Written by Graham Greene, from his original novella
Directed by Carol Reed
(Special thanks today to essayist Matthew Dessem, who generated most of the screenshots you're seeing in today's review. If you're not yet reading Dessem's blog, The Criterion Contraption [in which he is slowly filing incredibly astute reviews of every single DVD Criterion has ever released], start doing so!)
Time and nostalgia have a way of screwing with even our most consistent memories, not to mention the way we as a society look back on the past; take the 1950s, for one easy example, a time of great racial strife, violence and red-baiting witch hunts, that is nonetheless now looked back on by most as an idyllic "Leave It To Beaver" time of innocence. And so it is with World War II as well; that as the last of its veterans start dying, the Tom Brokaws of the world have stepped in with their clean, revisionist "Greatest Generation" takes on the affair, threatening to turn the whole messy thing in our minds into an orderly and always-justified European holiday.
Thank God, then, that such movies as 1949's The Third Man are still around, much less that they were made in the first place; produced immediately after the war, from a script by celebrated British misanthrope Graham Greene, and shot in the former Nazi headquarters of Vienna while it was still mostly nothing but rubble, it reminds us that there is no such thing as a "noble war," and that even the most pure of heart can easily turn to corruption in such an environment, sometimes for pure survival if nothing else. The movie asks difficult questions of humanity, ones we are pondering yet again during this time of terrorism and torture we are currently going through: of whether you can truly justify inhuman behavior during a time of war, as a means of fighting that war or sometimes merely surviving it, or whether such ethical compromises strip you of the very humanity you think worth fighting for in the first place. Is it better to be morally pure but dead, or morally compromised but alive to see another day? And in a wartime environment, is it fair to even pose such questions? The Third Man ponders all of these topics and more, while still being wickedly funny in a very black way, and while featuring some of the most stunning cinematography you'll ever see in a pre-widescreen movie, restored to its stunning original condition back in 1999 for the movie's 50th anniversary.
The biggest irony of all this, of course, is that the creative team behind The Third Man (Greene and director Carol Reed) never meant to create an "important" or "historical" film; they were merely trying to pull off a cheapie, fast-paced film noir, shot in postwar Europe simply to save money, set in Allied-controlled Vienna simply because they thought it an exotic location that would sell more tickets. And for those who don't know, postwar Bavaria was indeed a great location to set a film noir: basically nothing but rubble for a good decade after the war finished, both Germany and Austria pretty much survived those years through the proliferation of a vast and sophisticated black market, one that virtually every person participated in, simply because there was no other way to obtain many needed goods.
The situation, as well as the movie's plot, begs the question -- that in such an environment, what are we to think of those who profit from the circumstances? This is the question thrust quickly on our protagonist, the sad-sack pulp-fiction writer Holly Martins (played exquisitely by the irreplaceable Joseph Cotton), basically the 1940s version of a slightly inept American sitcom writer, who has been flown to Vienna by his old college buddy Harry Lime (Orson Welles, in a career-defining role), ostensibly because of a mysterious job offer. Once there, however, Martins realizes the truth: that Lime was killed just a few days previous, that he turns out to have been a particularly inept racketeer, and that he most likely made his money by stealing Penicillin from military hospitals, watering it down and selling it to unsuspecting victims. And thus does the jaded American arrive in Bavaria, facing a mountain of questions about his "job offer" from the multinational police force currently trying to run the city, without a penny to his own name, forced to pass himself off as a "serious novelist" to a local cultural group in order to raise the pocket money needed just to stay and investigate the situation.
And investigate the situation Martins does, which as many film critics over the years have pointed out, is where things really start to fall apart for him; because as much as he thinks he's capable (after all, Martins ran moonshine back in the States with Lime during Prohibition), this squeaky-clean American just isn't ready to see the world in the infinite shades of gray needed to understand his old friend's behavior. After all, whose opinion of Lime should he actually trust? Was he the inhuman monster the police claim, one who left behind an entire hospital wing's worth of mutants in order to score a profit off diluted medicine? Or is he the savior described by his ex-girlfriend Anna Schmidt (Alida Valli), who explains how Lime managed to secure her a fake Austrian passport after the war, so that she wouldn't have to return to her native, now-Communist Czechoslovakia? Or was Lime the inept do-nothing portrayed by his former business associates, the simultaneously hilarious and disgusting Popescu (Siegfried Breuer) and Winkel (Erich Ponto), a man so unimportant to their operations (according to them) that not another thought should be given to his demise?
As the genuinely funny black comedy unfolds, we realize that maybe there is no single option which can be chosen in such a situation and called correct: that maybe the complexities of war can make a person both noble and evil at the same time, sometimes through the very same actions. And that of course is what makes The Third Man so ahead of its time, and such a classic now -- that even though we in our modern times are used to addressing such shades-of-gray questions, such topics were almost never tackled in the morally black-and-white world of Hollywood in the 1940s. (Want proof? Check out one of the many cool DVD additions, a radio spinoff series from the '50s also starring Welles, in which Harry Lime doesn't die, comes back to America and becomes a crimefighter. Yeesh.) Indeed, this is one of the things that makes the movie so enjoyable: that Martins reacts to the situation in the way a typical cardboard-cutout 1940s movie hero would, even though screenwriter Greene creates a situation where such reactions are wildly inappropriate and naive. It's an amazing thing to watch in a movie so old, and a great reminder that even in those years, there were lots of people around able to approach such situations with a surprisingly complex mindset...just that they normally weren't given the chance to make big-budget Hollywood films.
Of course, one of the biggest treats of The Third Man is Orson Welles' captivating performance as the legitimate scumbag Harry Lime; which of course is the ultimate irony of the movie, in that Welles actually appears in less than 15 minutes of the finished film. (For a great story about why Welles thought this performance was so well-regarded by the public, do make sure to catch the DVD introduction by Peter Bogdanovich.) It's these 15 minutes, though, and especially the mind-blowing scene between Lime and Martins in the a moving Ferris wheel, that shows why Welles was such a freaking genius -- just witness the callous way he refers to his victims, while still making you completely charmed by his crooked smile and roguish personality. Simply put, this film wouldn't work without Welles' 15 minutes, unlike most of the famous 15-minute cameos throughout film history (say for example, Marlon Brando in Superman).
And finally, no review of The Third Man is complete without a special mention of the stunning cinematography; in fact, as mentioned, this was the main reason Reed wanted the story set in Vienna in the first place, so he could capture the stunning views a thousand-year-old city of rubble affords. It is almost worth watching the movie just for the shots of Vienna's sewer system, where the entire last act of the film takes place; but oh, there's just so much more about this movie to enjoy as well. It's a stunning reminder of just how good and how powerful films can be in the first place, when true geniuses are simply left alone to make the brilliant projects they're capable of; it's a lesson unfortunately forgotten by modern Hollywood, and one sorely needed again if that industry wants to save itself.
Out of 10:
Writing: 9.9
Acting: 9.8
Directing: 9.9
Cinematography: 10
Overall: 9.9
Random notes:
--For those who don't know, this is also the first movie in history to be known just as much for its soundtrack: it is the film in fact that singlehandedly introduced zither music to American and British audiences, who immediately ate it up. Soundtrack composer Anton Karas (discovered by Reed at a dinner party during shooting) ended up going on an international tour because of this film; with his earnings he bought a restaurant in Vienna and named it (what else) "The Third Man Cafe."
--So how did Reed capture such stunning images in the first place? Easy -- he employed three completely separate film crews (one for daytime shots, one for night, and one just for the sewers), shooting on rotation nearly 24 hours a day, Reed overseeing them all through copious use of the toxic stimulant Benzedrine. You don't see many films getting made that way anymore!
--Also for those who don't know, the sewer shots featuring Welles were all done in a London soundstage; and that's because after the first day of shooting in the actual Vienna sewers, Welles found the whole thing so disgusting and dangerous that he refused to go back down.
--Director Reed originally wanted James Stewart for the Holly Martins role; but Hollywood executive David O. Selznick, who was heading up the American half of the production, insisted on using contract star Cotton instead. Looking back now, I can't even imagine how such a movie could be made with Stewart in the bitter antihero role.
--And finally, for those who are curious, Welles actually ad-libbed what is now considered the most famous line of the movie -- "The Swiss have had peace and democracy for 500 years, and what have they produced? Cuckoo clocks."
Best viewed: As soon as possible.
Next on my queue list: The Prestige, the dark 2006 Christopher Nolan film about Victorian Age magicians, starring Hugh Jackman, Christian Bale, David Bowie, Scarlett Johansson and more. I've heard mixed things about this movie; it'll be interesting to see it finally for myself.
