Tag: work

Something Thoreau wrote on March 31, 1842

“The really efficient laborer will be found not to crowd his day with work, but will saunter to his task surrounded by a wide halo of ease and leisure. There will be a wide margin for relaxation to his day. He is only earnest to secure the kernels of time, and does not exaggerate the value of the husk. Why should the hen set all day? She can lay but one egg, and besides she will not have picked up materials for a new one. Those who work much do not work hard.”

MG signing off (because the width of the “halo” is directly proportional to the amount of forethought regarding the task)

No fishing stories here, so run along now

It’s the second week of August, and there is nary a single trout fishing story gracing these pages to show for it. Some will inevitably consider such circumstances a sad state of affairs, which it is. And while I could use a choice excuse such as “the water’s too high” or “I’m too busy” or “the dog ate my homework”, that would be juvenile (and even more so, boring).

No, I have no explanation for my actions. I’ve woken by six nearly every weekend day this summer, only to watch the day fly by without wetting a line in the coldwater. A pathetic situation if I do say so myself, which I will. Somewhere between packing for the drive and checking the carp infested flows right out my doorstep, I’ve opted for trout only when it’s forced upon me (lack of aggressive prodding notwithstanding).

I could link back to days of old, re-spinning fishing lore in an attempt to portray a certain image. But I won’t. That’s called posing, and seeing as I’m vehemently opposed to wearing waders between May and September, a front page photo opportunity is completely out of question (although the author’s mug hedges that bet).

MG signing off (to imagine the summer isn’t nearly over, although it is)

Missing fly fishing

Fresh cuttbowAutumn is here. With a vengeance.

I started the ’09 fishing season with what I felt was a bang, stepping onto the water for the first time in early January. And barely looked back. Spring and summer delivered some extraordinary fun, and some better than average fish too. But time out has become a precious commodity heading into what is usually my favorite time of the year. It’ll soon be too cold for quickie bass and carp outings (if it isn’t already), leaving mountain waters beckoning without an answer to their call.

The dog has been off his schedule for months. He used to stick it out for twelve hours at a stretch without a walk – now he can barely last three. He’s aging at a rapid pace nowadays, but he’s been in the family way too long for his caretaker to do anything besides just deal with it. So today’s outing was canceled. There’s also a project nearing completion, and it’s those last 30 to 60 days before you go live that are always the worst. Mid-week invites have already been permanently declined, and between pet care and pre-launch hell the weekends are disappearing with similar proficiency. The holidays are just around the corner, and I know that late winter/early spring is one-third blown with the entire month of February already wiped off the calendar over work commitments.

Not long ago a colleague said “as soon as winter hits I’m going to teach you how to tie flies.” While I’ve already dirtied my hands at the vise more than I care to, the idea seems more enticing with each passing day. I’m running the longest stretch without wetting a line this year, two weeks, and an overbooked schedule for the next 7 days means it’s a guaranteed three. If I’m not going to be fishing maybe I should throw inventory management to the wind with my already jam-packed fly boxes. You can never have enough flies, can you?

End of summer

MG signing off (while bouncing off the walls, but all things considered not expecting any sympathy)

How Entrepreneurs Can Survive

Bernard Lunn makes another outstanding contribution at ReadWriteWeb. This time it’s a look at the credit crisis, and what entrepreneurs must do to survive. I’m oversimplifying in this summary, but for entrepreneurs the uncertainty remains, stupid business plans will still hit the can, and startups are still more work than fun.

Read the whole thing.

It’s Wednesday. Are you thinking about work, or fishing?

[singlepic id=120 w=100 h=75 float=left]For the highly productive worker, obviously concentrating on the latter…

  • Fly tying your life away, and breaking the bank while doing it – Singlebarbed explains it in one “desperate” pictorial. I knew there was a reason I bought my flies.
  • Marshall Estes has been prowling the South Platte, and putting them in the net. I applaud his choice of waters.
  • The Fly Fish Chick was back in Montana, and the fishing was good. I’m pissed…because she’s much more photogenic than I.
  • Speaking of Montana, the fly-throwing carp master by the same name got skunked last weekend. He doesn’t really care – the kids were still cute when he got home.
  • And while we’re on the subject of kids…Jeffrey Prest found a great tool for teaching them how to fish.
  • Now I’ll say it again…get back to work.

    PS: If you get busted reading this, just tell your boss corporate fly fishing still sucks!

    A new way to work

    Cato Unbound gets Richard Florida talking about the future of the American workforce in the new age of creativity.

    Call it what you like, but there are risks to going it alone. Like, working in a one-person office, working 24/7, and working on too many different things at once (the grand attempt at throwing a pile of stuff against the wall and seeing what sticks – something those ADD-laden creative types tend to go for quite often).

    Then there is not having any creative capacity to begin with, but simply thinking you do – like me.

    But, never feel sorry for any of them. Despite all these risks, they only have to be right once to make it all seem worthwhile.