Get off the computer if you want to do anything original

Being in front of the computer is detrimental to your thinking. I’ll go as far to say that it kills your creativity. It robs you of your ability to have eureka moments of new ideas.

As someone who writes code but also indulges in a fair bit of big-picture thinking, I’ve seen this happen to me repeatedly. I think most people in professions that require creative problem solving work in two modes.

The wired-in mode is where I’ll work on something for hours at end. For me this usually involves writing code, developing a front-end UI, or solving a problem that requires digging in, understanding new concepts, and coming up with solutions. These are phases of being “in the zone”, the most satisfying periods of work for me. I’d imagine for a writer this is when they are on a roll churning out hundreds of words in a stretch. For a painter, this is probably when it’s just them, the canvas and the long night ahead. However, imho, this is not when original thinking happens, at least not often. This is the mode to be productive, to advance your work. For me though, this is not the mode when I develop new insights and ideas.

The second, dormant mode is where the thing at the top of your mind (the problem, project, or idea) is a running thread, albeit in the background. It’s there and your brain is silently working away at it — unraveling the tangled threads, getting rid of extraneous data, surfacing important information. You are almost unaware this is happening. You are likely engaged in a low-effort activity like driving, showering, pacing your living room, or even dreaming. And boom, once in a rare while, if you’ve been at it long enough in this dormant mode, there is a moment of insight. The eureka moment. The aha thing that escaped your best efforts when you were wracking your brain in frustration trying to come up with a new idea or solution. There is of course, a lot of work ahead of you to validate it, to test it, to develop it. But, you now have a new direction, a path worth exploring. The only requirements — patience, relentless thinking, readiness to spend long spells of what appears as inactivity, and the most important, time away from that glowing screen for when that moment finally presents itself.

I like to think of it as an alternate interpretation of the Zen proverb – When the student is ready, the teacher will appear.

Ulysees

Ulysees
– Lord Alfred Tennyson

“We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,
One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will.
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”

A Year in SF

Exactly one year ago yesterday, I moved to San Francisco to start a new life. After having spent more than half a decade in San Diego working a job that taught me well but was just too cushy at times, the transition couldn’t have come sooner. Truth be told, I had been wanting to move for a good two years. After a few false starts and roadblocks, I was damn happy when I flew in to SF that weekend. My primary motivations were to move closer to my friends and to be in the middle of startup activity. Sharing an apartment and living within three blocks of long-time close friends, and joining TechCrunch made it two on two!

Death Is Nothing At All

Death is Nothing at All by Henry Scott Holland

    Death is nothing at all. 
    I have only slipped away into the next room. 
    I am I and you are you. 
    Whatever we were to each other, 
       that we still are.
    
    Call me by my old familiar name. 
    Speak to me in the easy way 
       which you always used. 
    Put no difference in your tone. 
    Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
    
    Laugh as we always laughed 
       at the little jokes we enjoyed together. 
    Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. 
    Let my name be ever the household word 
       that it always was.
    Let it be spoken without affect, 
       without the trace of a shadow on it.
    
    Life means all that it ever meant. 
    It is the same that it ever was. 
    There is absolutely unbroken continuity. 
    Why should I be out of mind 
       because I am out of sight?
    
    I am waiting for you, 
      for an interval, 
         somewhere very near, 
           just around the corner.
    
    All is well.

9 years

9 years ago, on this day, I landed on the shores of California. I was talking to mom on the phone and of course, like every mother, she hadn’t forgotten the date and to commemorate this, casually said – “That sure has been a long time but you haven’t really come too far in life”. Ouch!

Oh well, on a lighter note, to remind myself that I have at least done something in all these years, a quick glance down the memory lane:

1 degrees earned
2 jobs
3 trips to the motherland
9 countries visited, more like backpacked
3 attempted ventures/side-projects -1 never-saw-light-of-day, 1 never-took-off, 1 work-in-progress
3 times drunk (i’m aware it’s a abysmally low number)

Movies The French Make

I am going to make a bold claim. The French make a certain kind of a movie better than anyone else in the world. This kind of a movie is somewhat quiet in its treatment. This movie is rhythmic in flow, harmonious and melodious, like the language itself. It manages to be poignant and witty and charming, pulling all of those really well. This kind of a movie is humorous, but subtly. This movie is stylish, like the people.

Of course it may be only a few film-makers, or the kinds of French movies I’ve ended up watching, and therefore selection bias. However, I’d like to think it’s not that.

I’ve watched a number of French movies on Netflix (voila, no surprise there). I will continue watching more.

Here I present a few sample ones that form the basis of my claim:

  • Paris je t’aime – Paris, I love you
  • L’Homme du Train – Man On The Train
  • Mon Meilleur Ami – My Best Friend
  • Gadjo Dilo – The Crazy Stranger
  • L’Heure d’été – Summer Hours
  • L’auberge Espagnole – The Spanish Apartment (part-spanish, part-french)
  • Les Poupées Russes – Russian Dolls
  • Ne le dis à personne – Tell No One
  • Le Fils de L’épicier – The Grocer’s Son
  • Un Baiser S’il Vous Plaît – Shall We Kiss?
  • Hors de prix – Priceless
  • Le Battement D’Aile du Papillon – Happenstance
  • De Battre Mon Couer s’est Arrete – The Beat That My Heart Skipped
  • Le Placard – The Closet
  • Paris
  • L’Appartement – The Apartment

Also, if you have recommendations for good French films, let me know.