Woke up before 7. Took care of the boy’s morning business. Meditated. Worked. Stretched. Practiced French. Ran. Stretched. Now working again.
Shaved. Walk with the boys in beautiful, freezing sunshine. Chatted with parents. Posted a few photos1. Wrote notes for Running with Sherman. Gritted the front drive. Made lunch. Ate lunch. Didn’t work2.
I didn’t take Chewie out to do his business after his breakfast. I had plenty of excuses ready. But the honest answer is I just didn’t have the mental energy to deal with him barking and running around in the freezing cold. I told him so, and sent him back to bed.
At least I can be honest with him.
Sometimes Ada, killing is a kindness
—Arthur Shelby, in S05E01 of Peaky Blinders
Got on the bike after more than an year.
It was just a short ride to the station.
It was a perfect ride—short, downhill, fast, and mostly traffic free.
Reminded me how much I loved cycling 🙂
Typing speed increases if there’s no feedback from the input (looking at keyboard) and output (looking at the screen).¶
I’ve been taking book notes of recently read books. While taking notes I realised that I type fastest when I look at neither the screen nor the keyboard.
When looking at just the book, I let my muscle memory (training) take over and get the fastest typing speed. There are a few errors—typos—but the writing speed makes up for them.
Looking at the screen is the next fastest mode of typing. It is probably slower when I’m copying text from the book since I have to constantly switch between the two, specially because I have to locate the cursor in the book every time. It is also slower because any typos are apparent immediately and create a dissonance hurdle in the brain, slowing it down.
Looking at the keyboard while typing is the slowest. The brain skips a lot of the muscle memory, or tries to reconfirm it, and tries to look for keys before typing. It may cause the least mistakes but is really, really slow.
5 minutes with both legs, followed by
20+ secs on left leg only, followed by
40+ secs on right leg only, followed by
20+ secs more on left leg only
(Preceded by an easy 6K run)
These humans are so dumb. If only they understood doglish, we wouldn’t have to communicate with them in sign language using head, tails, ears and eyes.
I often wonder if we’ve got it all wrong—because we can’t figure out their communication, we believe they don’t have a ‘language’. And they think the same of us.
Just a thought.