BASH MODERN QUANTITY is Thomas Q Brady

Okay, I’m a little embarrassed to admit this, but… 

 Well, now I have two things to admit. 

  I cannot correctly spell “embarrassed” without aid. 
 I recently set up a free  Basecamp  account for family use. 
  There. I said it. No, the second thing. It’s not - I’m pretty sure - any kind of secret that a few years of work in the “agency world” eroded my respect for the profession known as “project management.” Since escaping into the “professional world,” though, I’ve learned that in most industries, project management is something you earn. PMs in those industries got to be PM by learning the ropes, by proving they know how the process works and that they might be able to improve it. In my historical interactions with PMs, you were qualified if: 

  You were really good at smiling. 
 You could operate an email client, at least most of the time. 
 Extra credit if you were a cheer-leader in high school or college. 
  That last one sounds like a joke, but it’s something I learned was actually an industry trend for a while. I read it in some project management industry zine I found in the bathroom at a former place of work. 

 Anywho, project management gives me the willies, so setting up something like Basecamp for personal use makes me feel soul-less. 

 Well, I might be soul-less, but holy cow am I more productive. My wife and I can create to-do lists, and assign them one-by-one to each other (or our almost-two-year-old or our almost-born daughter or our dog, as soon as I add them), leave comments on those items, share events on a calendar, associate to-do items with events as a deadline. 

 I love it. 

 Linda kinda likes it.  I guess . 

 That’s a paraphrase. 

 We set up a similar, albeit real-world system that plays better to her tactile learning/communication style. No, that doesn’t mean she likes to hit me. I didn’t say that. You inferred that. 

 We made a one-week-at-a-glance dry-erase calendar with themed magnets that lives on the fridge. We each have a row, and columns correspond to days of the week. If the Han Solo magnet is on my row in the Tuesday column, that means Linda would like me to take the trash out by Tuesday. If I can’t do that for some reason, I can move the magnet to her row to re-assign. So far that’s working pretty well, too. 

 All of this to say: look at that picture way up above all this babbling. In Basecamp you have to supply a name for your project. I called our project “Life.” You also have to name your to-do lists. I named our sole list, with just as much creative vigor, “To-Dos.” The breadcrumbs in the title bar of that page, then, reads, “[PROJECT NAME] > [TO-DO LIST NAME]” which, in our case reads as above. 

 But I like to read it as the mathematical, yet soulful statement, 

 
   Life is more than To-Dos 
 

 You cut to the quick, Basecamp.

Okay, I’m a little embarrassed to admit this, but…

Well, now I have two things to admit.

  1. I cannot correctly spell “embarrassed” without aid.
  2. I recently set up a free Basecamp account for family use.

There. I said it. No, the second thing. It’s not - I’m pretty sure - any kind of secret that a few years of work in the “agency world” eroded my respect for the profession known as “project management.” Since escaping into the “professional world,” though, I’ve learned that in most industries, project management is something you earn. PMs in those industries got to be PM by learning the ropes, by proving they know how the process works and that they might be able to improve it. In my historical interactions with PMs, you were qualified if:

  1. You were really good at smiling.
  2. You could operate an email client, at least most of the time.
  3. Extra credit if you were a cheer-leader in high school or college.

That last one sounds like a joke, but it’s something I learned was actually an industry trend for a while. I read it in some project management industry zine I found in the bathroom at a former place of work.

Anywho, project management gives me the willies, so setting up something like Basecamp for personal use makes me feel soul-less.

Well, I might be soul-less, but holy cow am I more productive. My wife and I can create to-do lists, and assign them one-by-one to each other (or our almost-two-year-old or our almost-born daughter or our dog, as soon as I add them), leave comments on those items, share events on a calendar, associate to-do items with events as a deadline.

I love it.

Linda kinda likes it. I guess.

That’s a paraphrase.

We set up a similar, albeit real-world system that plays better to her tactile learning/communication style. No, that doesn’t mean she likes to hit me. I didn’t say that. You inferred that.

We made a one-week-at-a-glance dry-erase calendar with themed magnets that lives on the fridge. We each have a row, and columns correspond to days of the week. If the Han Solo magnet is on my row in the Tuesday column, that means Linda would like me to take the trash out by Tuesday. If I can’t do that for some reason, I can move the magnet to her row to re-assign. So far that’s working pretty well, too.

All of this to say: look at that picture way up above all this babbling. In Basecamp you have to supply a name for your project. I called our project “Life.” You also have to name your to-do lists. I named our sole list, with just as much creative vigor, “To-Dos.” The breadcrumbs in the title bar of that page, then, reads, “[PROJECT NAME] > [TO-DO LIST NAME]” which, in our case reads as above.

But I like to read it as the mathematical, yet soulful statement,

Life is more than To-Dos

You cut to the quick, Basecamp.

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