Time is non-linear, yeah?

A friend shared this quote at the start of the week.

It made me smile (the ‘, probably’ suffix) and think (the quote itself). And, it’s stayed in my mind all week. Which in this day and age, and moreover this mind, is a feat all of it’s own.

So, last night, I started wondering: what time spent is always good value? Immaterial. What time used is never too expensive? As in, no matter how long I spend on these things, I don’t ever think it will be a waste of money.

Here’s the list I have so far:

  • Sleeping

I’ve just finished watching my eldest’s school concert. OK, bear with me… this isn’t a schmaltzy ‘my-kid’s-great’ piece.

Twas the tale of a Nia Ben Felen (Fair Haired Nia — my kids go to a Welsh medium school).

It’s a story where Osian (let’s maybe call him ‘the PM’, just because) of Erin (duw, let’s call it UK), is encouraged to live each day as it comes and not look beyond the horizon.

The PM, sorry, Osian, feels his time as leader’s gone on too long though and doesn’t like the look of the what lies ahead. …

You have one new message
Says middle England down the phone
Might you have been in a road traffic accident?
Asks Kolkata's call centre drone

Your profile's been viewed ten times
Barry from Barry, Romi from Rome,
A retired chiropodist from Basingstoke
Thanks LinkedIn: I feel so alone

Fifty more hearts come in
Oh boy! What a 140 character moan
Not one of your followers know or care
That it's not even your own

A hundred likes and 20 comments
Your crafted Instagrams have real depth and tone
You filter, tilt shift, brighten and fade
Smiling as frenemies condone

A million uniques!
Your visitor numbers have grown and grown
Optimised SEO and paid for ads
Yet nobody buys your cheap cologne

An empty, bristled door mat
No Christmas card from Uncle Tone
A teary, awkward phonecall
Passed away last month, unknown

Don’t go too far
Don’t climb too high
Don’t start
Don’t stop
Do not reach for the sky

Don’t you ever think?
Don’t forget to share
Don’t touch
Don’t move
Do not dream to dare

Don’t you laugh
Don’t think it’s a joke
Don’t whisper
Don’t shout
Do not go for broke

Don’t run so fast
Don’t ask questions
Don’t smile
Don’t frown
Do not stick to your guns

Don’t just stand there
Don’t you dare hide
Don’t push
Don’t pull
Do not swallow your pride

Don’t cry wolf
Don’t forget to chew
Don’t doubt
Don’t hope
Do not do

Wake on a Friday
Get out of bed
One cop dead

Put on coffee
Shake my head
Two cops dead

Switch on the tele
Rub my eyes
Another cop dies

This can’t be real
I must’ve misread
A forth cop dead

News just in, they’re
Counting the cost
A fifth cop’s lost

Police are shocked
What did they expect?
BANG! went their guns
Hundreds slain to rest

Bang go the guns
‘til we’re all bereft
War don’t prove who’s right
Just who’s left

Wake up tomorrow
Get out of bed

Back when, what feels like a short time ago, but is actually half my lifetime, I was an under-graduate student in Chemical & Biochemical Engineering at Swansea University. Yes, me. I absolutely loved my time there and, like most, learnt much more about myself than my chosen subject.

Amidst my envy for arts students and their 8 hours of lectures a week; the early starts, as a dozen of us squeezed into a minibus, to head to Dow Corning for our industrial placements and the countless escapades of derring do in the bars and clubs of that pretty, shitty city

What, that we do today, will our children look back at and not forgive us for?

For example, broadly speaking, our parents are embarrassed at the open racism our grandparents displayed. We are dismayed at the homophobic attitudes our parents showed as we grew up.

What will our kids and grandkids look back on with dismay?

This is a really interesting topic for me and one that I brought up with a bunch of people over Christmas and now in the new year.

Some of the responses:

  • That people weren’t free to live wherever they like
  • That we continued to…

Me and Dad at my sister Rebecca’s 18th birthday.

Why it’s not a good idea.

Dad would’ve been seventy today and he would’ve loved tomorrow’s rugby match as much as any of us, that’s for sure. I guess we’re all living for tomorrow, aren’t we? Not specifically the rugby, just in general. Life’s for living after all, yet you never know when it’s going to end, eh?

One day it’s dreams, the next it’s memories.

So, here’s a tip; stop being a ‘coulda, woulda, shoulda’ kind of person and actually put yourself out there: do something. Take risks. Try new things. Be brave. Just fucking start doing that thing you’ve been saying you want to…

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Tools like doopoll, can help you get real insight from your staff

Six months ago, myself and two other people started out on a mission to change decision making, for good.

Yesterday, we sent out the first beta invites to doopoll, a web app crafted to let you quickly filter out the noise in decision making and to gather valuable insight from your audience.

It’s not easy doing something like this. You set yourself the aim of changing the way people…

Since leaving full time employment, just over three years ago, one of the main things I’ve realised is, as your own boss, you really are free to do as you see fit. Any place, any time, any how. It’s an incredibly liberating realisation.

From November 2011, till now, I’ve started countless projects, some of which have grown and flown, become really popular (Ignite, CardiffRead, Instagramers Cardiff/Wales/Cymru), others have fallen to the wayside (Midweek Film Club, #whereinthediff) and more still are just starting out (Old Faithful, plus another few that I can’t yet mention!).

I was pondering this whilst out walking…

Steve Dimmick

Founder at @doopoll

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