Fixpert’s New Tumblog and Do You Really READ These Posts?
Thursday, July 19th, 2007I was uh…skimming this post on Jezebel about women’s innate ability to multi-task — which I believe to be true — and how it applies to the modern workplace. It discusses how our multi-tasking skillz impede our ability to focus on any one particular task very well — which men seem excel at (except don’t ask a dude to talk and drive at the same time or you might crash and die, I’m just sayin’).
This is great:
Here’s a quote from the story. Did we read it? Let’s just say we skimmed it thoughtfully, because that’s how the author meant for us to read it when he was writing it while checking his email and bidding on those Bose speakers and listening to Stern.
That made me laugh, as it was exactly what I was doing as I was “reading” this post. What am I really doing right now? I’m currently listening to De La Soul’s Buhloone Mind State for the first time in ages, drinking coffee, twirling my hair (this manner of fidgeting somehow keeps me focused), I’m writing this post, answering a phone call from the Auto Shop about my freon re-charge, I have 12 tabs open in Firefox that I’m switching between which include:
- My tumblr dashboard
- My new tumblr homepage
- Yahoo! Mail inbox
- This page — my Fixpert Wordpress admin interface
- A Twiki page which I’m editing for work
- The Lifehacker page that led me to the Jezebel article
- Several articles related to organizing space in small apartments — also via Lifehacker
And all this makes me wonder. Do you guys actually read my posts? Or do you skim? I mean, sometimes I write some pretty long and meandering posts, like this recent post about Pootie Tang, of all things. I take pride in these longer, more thoughtful posts, and they often generate more discussion in the Comments area. But I wonder if folks really read them. If not, I might change the format quite a bit and do something a bit more A.D.D. such as my new Tumblog.
That’s right, I have a new site — Fixpert’s Tumblog for those who favor Crack over, let’s say, a bottle of wine. There ‘ya go.
