Coffee heat rising

Gerardo the Heroic

Ahora que Dave’s Used Car Lot, Marina, and Weed Arboretum is cleaned up—however temporarily—I felt encouraged to thin out the Jungle whose purpose is to screen the view from my front window so I don’t have to see that dump.

Before...
Before...

Gerardo, aware of this winsome craving, came by the other day and observed that it was time to clean up the trees and shrubs. “Claro que sí,” I said, in some sort of English. Before long he had three dudes out there, cutting, trimming, digging up, and hauling. “No fútbols,” said I, meaning I did not wish to see trees or brush shaped like soccer balls. “Of course not,” said he, in some sort of Spanish.

They hacked and they heaved, they nipped and they clipped, they filled Gerardo’s truck chock-full of thorny life-threatening limbs.

“You’ve let these things go too long,” said Gerardo, in some sort of Spanglish. “They should’ve been shaped properly a long time ago.”

“Yah, don’t I know it,” I said, in hypereducated English. “Jes’ do the best you can.”

They shaped and they trimmed and they dodged and they hefted. They packed impossible amounts of stuff into Gerardo’s truck. Three hours later, they had the yard looking pretty darned good. Gerardo, after all, does know how to prune desert plants so they stay looking like desert plants. You just have to say to him, “Keep your eye on that guy and that guy and that guy over there, ’cause you’re the one who knows how to do it right.” And then he sees that they do it right.

...y despus
...y después.

After all this heaving around, they whipped through the property and performed their regular monthly ablutions: blowered up the leaves and raked the gravel and cleaned up all the pavement and carried off the leaves and debris. As they fired up the truck to drive it, groaning, off to the dump, Gerardo presented his bill: $110.

!Dios mio! I couldn’t believe it. Gerardo’s regular bill is $75. That meant he charged, for all that extra work, $35. That’s something like ten bucks an hour, for three workers.

How does the man survive?

How can you pay such a man? For sure, the Christmas bonus has to be a gigantic gift card to Home Depot (assuming that outfit has no strings on its cards that will rip him off). Better yet, though: M’jihito has decided to punt on the scheme to xeriscape the Investment House, since we can’t afford desert landscaping just now, and instead to cultivate the devilgrass (Tejano for “bermudagrass”) to form a lawn of sorts. Between now and spring, I’ll hire Gerardo to put in a winter lawn, which will keep him busy until the heat comes back up. If he’s smart (which he is), he’ll prepare the ground so the bermuda will take right over when the days grow long, and then he’ll have another job to add to his clientele.

Get better hamburger, cheaper

Dropped by the Safeway on the way home from the Apple Store. Checked the butcher’s sale counter, and yup! They had 7-bone chuck roasts for $2.79 a pound. Since that’s significantly cheaper than Safeway’s hamburger, I always get a roast and have the butcher grind it up for me. Also I ask to have any bones that come with, which I can use to make wonderful beef broth.

Their regular hamburger, cobbled together (according to the sign) from carcasses hailing from Canada, the U.S., and Mexico, ranged in price today from $3.37 to $5.29 a pound! For hamburger. For not very good hamburger.

The amazing thing is, when you have the butcher grind a roast for you, the result is infinitely tastier than what you get when you buy packaged or butcher-case hamburger. It NEVER drips water into the fire. It never leaves you with a frying pan half full of water and…stuff. It came from one cow, not from some unknown number of cattle, and you know what the meat looked like before it was turned into hamburger.

In this case, frugality not only works, it works better.

Believe I’ll cook up some broth with the chuck bones and a few others (I also picked up, very cheap, some lamb neck, and I have a few other bones in the freezer). Then with the burger I’ll make some of that albondigas soup I posted a while back. Yum!

Woot! Apple shines!

Hot diggety! In spite of the snit over the MobileMe misadventures, I have to say that Apple’s “Geniuses” outdo just about everycorporatebody in the customer service department.

Think of it: Got a problem? See an actual human being! Not only that, but the human being knows what he’s doing!!!!! What an extraordinary idea. Qworst should hire Steven Jobs as a consultant to advise on how to handle customers.

Today’s Genius, Zachary, instantly recognized the issue with the port connection to the Cox modem. He also knew how the Mac “forgot” my password (noooo, i did not change it and in a senior moment forget it myself), and he was able to make some recommendations about routers to get the Dell laptop connected.

Mac hardware is pricey, no question about it, but for the premium, you get what you pay for: gear that works and techs who will speak to you and actually can help you.
🙂

Off to the computer vet…

Funny will be incommunicado for today and possibly for several days, as my computer visits the Apple Geniuses. GDU’s borrowed laptop doesn’t communicate with Cox’s modem, and so unless Apple can get finished with my computer quickly, it will be a while before I will be back at this site.

Hallowe’en: “It’s the neighborhood”

Some time back, shortly before the real estate bubble started to blow up, I asked a Realtor why a house in the tract a block to the south of mine should be worth $60,000 or $80,000 more than my house, when mine is newer, its rooms are larger, its lot is nicer, and its interior had been updated more recently. She sniffed and remarked, “It’s the neighborhood.”

Sniff, indeed!

Well, there may be something to that. This evening I took Cassie for a walk during the height of the Hallowe’en tricking and treating and, as usual, walked down into that area. The difference between my neighborhood and that one was striking.

First, to get there you have to cross a feeder street, one that’s not so busy you can’t jaywalk across safely but that does carry some traffic. The road was hectic with people carting their kids in from the unsavory districts to the west and north, where no parent in his or her right mind would let the kiddies visit the local crack houses and meth factories in search of “treats.”

My neighborhood north of this asphalt dividing line had almost no children, but the slightly more affluent neighborhood to the south was alive with kids in costume.

In my neighborhood, almost every house had its front lights off (except for the occasional security light outside a garage) and the front windows shut up tight. In the other neighborhood, residents were out in droves, sitting at tables in front of their homes and doling out candy from big bowls. At three houses, the grown-ups were drinking wine and partying companionably on the front porch or driveway as the little visitors went from house to house to show off their outfits and collect their loot.

Think of that! The neighbors talk to each other! What a quaint idea.

Heaven help us, they also speak to poor folks. Now that is outré.

I walked over into La Maya’s part of the area, a block closer to the truly desirable addresses. Her house is worth about $150,000 more than what mine is worth—maybe more than that now, after Dave’s Used Car Lot, Marina, and Weed Arboretum was given away for practically nothing at auction. Interestingly, that neighborhood was just as hermetically sealed as mine: most houses had their lights out, and none of the locals were to be seen in public. Precious few kids, either.

So there you go: what makes a neighborhood is the neighbors.

Maybe when you’re looking to buy a new house, you should wait until Hallowe’en and visit all your candidate areas. Look for one where the residents are outside enjoying the little kids and each other—that’s a good neighborhood!

Multitasking: A young person’s game?

This morning NPR ran a feature about a neuroscientist whose research shows that people reach their peak ability to multitask—defined as doing more than one thing at once—in their twenties, that young children are incapable of multitasking, and that as we age we lose the knack of handling several trains of thought or attention at the same time.

It’s an interesting proposition. One thing is for sure: it goes a long way toward explaining why I feel more and more hostile toward conflicting demands on my attention, and why contemporaries often say the same thing. Two things happen as you age, of which either or both may be related to this issue:

  1. When you put something down to attend to something else, you tend to forget the first task and wander off into new realms.
  2. When you are trying to perform a given task, it begins to look to you as not one task but a whole series of tasks. For example, doing the laundry = a) gathering clothes and toweling, b) hauling laundry to the washer, c) treating stains, d) setting the washer to soak, e) adding soap and bleach, f) going back out to the washer to run the rest of the cycle, g) going back out to put the wet clothes in the dryer or hang them on the line, h) going back out to haul the clothes out of the dryer or off the line, i) hanging and folding clothes, k) putting the clothes away. “One” task is actually eleven tasks!

Each of these eleven tasks interrupts something else that you’re doing: housecleaning, yardwork, blogging, child care, paying work, whatever. Even if the subtasks of a given activity happen all in one chunk of time, rather than spreading out over minutes or hours as the laundry chore does, as you get older you still see X job not as X but as a + b + c + d . . . and so on to infinity.

The point I’m trying to make (I think) is that “multitasking” is not doing several things at once. It’s actually a conflicting tangle of interruptions. It may be, in fact, that at times in your life you’re better equipped to stay focused during a series of interruptions: your attention wanders less, or you’re less conscious of the annoyance factor inflicted by gestalt activities. But I would argue that proceeding forward by interruption is not an efficient or effective way to function. Certainly there’s nothing new about that thought: researchers have known this for years.

So What Can We Do about It?

Plenty. First off, we can recognize that as 21st-century Americans we’re subjected to far more concurrent demands on our attention than humans are evolved to cope with. Knowing that, we can consciously engineer our activities to enhance focus and cut out distractions.

For example: Working on your computer? Turn off the e-mail programs. If there’s no burning need to know when every minuscule, generally meaningless message comes in, then you’re justified in checking your e-mail three times a day, two times…or even less than that!

Oh, revolutionary!

Extending the rebellion: Get rid of telephone features that distract your attention or interrupt a phone conversation. Do you really need call-waiting? Can anything be ruder than interrupting a phone conversation with the remark that you’ve got to put the person on hold to answer an incoming call (probably from someone sooooo much more important than the person you’re speaking with)? Give each telephone call your undivided attention, and don’t brook any electronic interruptions. Do you really need caller ID, for that matter? Why do you need to interrupt what you’re doing check the identity of every caller and make a decision as to whether to answer the phone? Just let the call go through to your voicemail and decide, at your convenience, which caller you will talk to, and when.

Turn off the television if it’s just running as background noise to an intellectual activity. You’re not really listening to it as you do your homework or office work—you’re interrupting your train of thought to pick up on something that attracts your attention. Switching back and forth, even at a subliminal level, is inefficient, time-consuming, and stressful.

Make a conscious decision to focus on one thing at a time. Recently, for example, I realized that I tend to start things, drop them to do something else, and then delay or never finish the them, especially in the morning. I get up, wash my face, and brush my teeth. While I’m brushing my teeth I turn on the e-mail or the blog program. Then I stumble out and feed the dog. I throw on some clothes and race out to meet La Maya for a morning walk. Then I fix and eat breakfast, trying to read the paper while eating, without much luck. Maybe I water the garden or add water or chemicals to the pool. Then I’m back at the computer. Then I realize I’m late for work. I bathe, wash my hair, throw on some presentable-in-public clothes, bolt toward the door and realize…
…I haven’t put my makeup on;
…I haven’t made the bed;
…I haven’t put the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher, possibly because
…I haven’t unloaded the clean dishes;
…I haven’t put together the paperwork I need to carry to the credit union today;
…I haven’t put the work I needed to return to the office back in the car;
…I haven’t turned off the water on some plant;
…I haven’t put water or iced leftover coffee in the car for the long drive across the city;
…DAMMIT, I’m not ready to go!!!!!

So as I’m trying to get out the door, I’m racing around tying up a great frayed fringe of loose ends.

There’s a way around this, and it’s simple: Finish every action that gets started before starting a new action. That means finish the WHOLE action. Recognize the entire series of subtasks that constitute an action and get them all done at once. This morning after I washed my face, I put on the light make-up I need to appear more or less alive at the office (i.e., brushing-teeth-and-washing-face also includes painting face). Before leaving the bedroom, I made the bed (getting out of bed entails making the bed). Before wandering out of the kitchen after breakfast, I put the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher (preparing and eating a meal includes putting the dishes away).

The gestalt atmosphere that we live in today tends to unlink a given activity’s subactions, so that we leave things undone or get distracted in the middle of a series of actions that really should be regarded as one action. We need to relink the parts of each activity, so we can resist the blandishments of “multitasking” and live our lives in a more coherent, efficient—and dare one say it? meaningful—way.

The Strategy

  1. Dispense with as many distractions as possible.
  2. Be conscious of all the activities an action entails, link them together, and think of them as a single action.
  3. Try to complete each whole action before moving on to something else.

Of course, if you’re a young parent, this is easier said than done: children require attention, and they generally require it sooner than later. Maybe that’s why, so the scientists say, young adults are better able to “multitask” than the rest of us. But maybe what we should do is simply pay full attention to the children. I suspect that at any time of life, we’re likely to be happier and less stressed if we make it a habit to do one thing—one whole thing—at a time.