Sounds Busy

Like many people, I work better with some background music – especially soothing instrumental music that’s not too distracting. So, for the past couple of years, I’ve been collecting tracks that work well for me in a single long playlist; currently, I’m up to 548 songs, or about a full work week’s worth.

In case your own COVID-lockdown listening is getting a bit stale, I’m embedding that playlist here. It’s not ordered in any intentional way, as I tend to simply shuffle my through. And while only the first 100 show up here, I believe you’ll get the full lineup if you add it to Music on your iPhone or Mac.

Fire it up, and get to work!

Connected

“Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.”
– Henry Thoreau, Walden

In the academic psychology world, there are two particularly famous, large-scale studies of health and happiness – the Terman Study and the Grant Study, each of which followed cohorts throughout almost the entirety of their lives. And both, in the end, reached similar conclusions: your relationships, and the people in your life, are indeed what matter most. But not just from a happiness perspective; even in terms of longevity, the Terman study observed “connecting with and helping others is more important than obsessing over a rigorous exercise program,” and the Grant study discovered the single best predictor of whether someone would still be alive and thriving at 80 was whether there was currently “someone they would feel comfortable phoning at four in the morning to tell their troubles to.”

Yet modern life – and particularly modern, urban life – seems to transpire against maintaining connections. In the two decades since graduating college, my friends have spread across the country, started families, dived deep into demanding jobs. All of which has made it far more difficult to stay close, especially when my own life and schedule are just as densely packed.

Still, whether in friendships, or for work (where the old ‘it’s who you know’ adage applies as much as ever), trying to maintain those relationships nonetheless has long been important to me. So, as with many other areas of my life, I’ve depended on technology for an assist. For years, I used the CRM system Contactually; since it pivoted towards the real estate world (eventually being acquired by mega-brokerage Compass), I switched to the similar Cloze instead.

The idea of Cloze is simple: you bucket your contacts into groups (whether friends and family or loose connections, customers or vendors, etc.), and then set a frequency with which you’d like to stay in touch with members of that group. Cloze watches your emails and calendar and text messages and calls, and automatically maintains a timeline of your interactions with each contact. And, if the time since the last exchange drifts beyond the interval that you’ve set, Cloze automatically reminds you to reach out.

In normal times, I spend a few minutes each day pinging the people Cloze flags, and I’ve done my best to keep that up despite the lockdown, with emails or texts or calls to a cousin in LA, a former colleague in Tel Aviv, an old friend down in Miami Beach, and dozens of others. Mostly, I’ve just sent best wishes and healthy vibes, my hopes that they’re staying safe and sane through this all. And, in return, I’ve gotten updates on how each is navigating these crazy times, along with kind words and well-wishes in return.

Especially here in NYC, where we’re deep into full terrarium, it’s been excellent to remember how far the world – and my ties to it – extends beyond these walls; to be reminded how lucky I am to have those friends and family, even at a distance. They make the latitudes and longitudes, indeed.

Beyond the Bounty

When Disney+ first launched, Jess and I, like millions of other people, immediately watched “The Mandalorian.” And, also like millions of other people, Jess fell instantly and completely in love with Baby Yoda. (Yes, he’s technically ‘The Child,” but he’s clearly a baby Yoda, so whatever.)

Thereafter, as she repeatedly declared, all she wanted for Christmas was a Baby Yoda. But the initial run of official toys were not only substantially delayed (until at least February or March), the “plush” stuffed ones were also partly made of a rubbery vinyl, and therefore not at all the sort of cuddle-able friend she had envisioned.

Still, I kept searching for options over the subsequent months, and just before her birthday managed to put my name down for the initial run of Build-a-Bear stuffed Baby Yodas, which looked pretty much perfect. Those hadn’t been released yet, either, but I at least printed out a color picture and wrapped that up, and she was completely thrilled nonetheless.

A few weeks later, as the global manufacturing supply chain started to collapse under the weight of COVID-19 lockdowns, I began to assume Yoda’s arrival would be even more substantially delayed. But, as I was working out one morning earlier this month, an email popped up on my Apple Watch saying that a few Baby Yodas were indeed currently available. So, mid-set, I dropped everything, ran to my laptop, and quickly bought one.

It seems I was wise to hustle, as the initial small run sold out within minutes, and there’s no indication when more might be arriving. So while Jess was ecstatic when hers arrived yesterday – she spent the next hour carrying it around cradled in her arms – a slew of other fast purchasers instead parlayed their haste into profits: currently, those Baby Yodas are selling on eBay for as much as $300.

That said, there’s zero chance we’re selling. Which, funny enough, leaves our real life imitating “The Mandalorian” itself: most of the first season revolves around the title character, an otherwise heartless, money-driven bounty hunter, deciding that there are things (or, at least, Yodas) to love more than money.

Clearly, he was right.

Pavlovian

As I mentioned a week or two back, I’ve been struggling to break the habit of double-spacing post-period. But the muscle memory seems rather deeply ingrained, and I can definitively say the effort hasn’t been a roaring success. In nearly all my blog posts since, though I’ve removed the second spaces automatically after drafting, it appears I still inadvertently put them in initially at least 50% of the time. And, as I don’t similarly check most of my outgoing emails, nor the majority of what I draft as internal notes for work, I’m sure the problem is even worse when I’m less directly focused on it.

So, two days back, I opted for something more dramatic: I set up a TextExpander snippet to automatically replace “[period][space][space]” with “[period][space]okboomer.” Here’s hoping a little self-directed operant conditioning works where mere effort hasn’t.