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What happened to Japanese men? When I was in college, everyone respected onsen etiquette—washing before entering a public bath. Today, the majority just splash water on their junk and jump in the water

Worldwide, right-wing political lurches seem to give men cover to be assholes

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Oh, Apple. Scheduled a "Send Later" iMessage to Becky for 10 AM yesterday, but because of time zone changes I never experienced 10 AM yesterday and instead of scheduling based on a real timestamp it just left the message in a permanent unsent state.

Great job, everyone.

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It is Twenty Fucking Twenty Six and iMessage still thinks that a phone number without a country code and a phone number with a country code belong in the same message thread (good!) but different contacts (bad!). What am I supposed to do? Save +1 and non +1 variants for every US phone number in my contacts?

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Here's a direct revenue idea for the airlines: Informed Seat Selection.

Prior to choosing a seat, passengers pay $89 to preview the security photos on file for the passengers booked next to them.

Bonus: dynamic pricing based on historical desirability of each passenger.

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Back in college during my study abroad in Japan, I met a jackass from the UK who got pissed when me and my friends kept referring to "soccer" when "the rest of the world calls it football."

It was fun to be the one to inform him that in Japan they call it soccer.

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PSA: iPhone Air MagSafe Battery can charge your AirPods

One of the many subtle frustrations I have with the Airpods Pro 3 is that the redesigned case actually results in a slightly-askew magnet alignment, which results in several (official!) MagSafe chargers failing to charge the case. Well, while the iPhone Air MagSafe Battery may not fit any other model iPhone particularly well, it's actually a super handy way to recharge your AirPods! Just plop the fucker on the back and twist until you hear that familiar ding and see the light turn on.

Might come in handy on a long flight.

Secondary PSA: engraving is free and AirPods are disposable: put your e-mail address on your AirPods.

Yet again, I finally sit down to tackle something I've been procrastinating for a month because I was afraid it would be a huge pain in the ass, only to be proven right and it really is a huge pain in the ass, which just reinforces that I should procrastinate even more in the future.

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v49 - Saving Face Oil

Breaking Change

Video of this episode is up on YouTube:

I'm about to get on a plane and will be gone for a couple weeks, but didn't want to leave you Breaking Changeless so I did the thing where I stand up in front of a microphone and talked at you. Again. Like I do.

Fun fact: this is the first and only time I've taken a phone call live, on-air! I was just too lazy to edit that out gracefully.

Whenever I go to Japan solo, I experience moments of loneliness, so I'd really appreciate it if you sent me some praise or complaints or ideas to podcast@searls.co and I'll feel comforted by the knowledge that you exist. Your engagement sustains me.

Lotta weird and dumb links this go-round:

Show me them show notes…

Peter Campbell's giraffe art

Becky and I are wrapping up a rewatch of Mad Men this week, and throughout the first several seasons, she'd point out the artwork hanging near the entrance of Peter Campbell's apartment, a screenshot of which I shall now hotlink from Blogger's CDN like it's 1959:

Peter Campbell's giraffe art

(Of course, Pete Campbell is so classless that in my head canon, Trudy must have picked this out.)

Anyway, every time the giraffes would show up, Becky would snap her fingers and point at the TV like Leo in Once Upon a Time in Hollywood before commenting on how much she loved the piece. We are not art people, and I can take a hint, so I ordered a recreation made by this guy on Etsy and hid it in a closet for a few months before giving it to Becky to unwrap on Christmas.

Well, I finally got around to hanging them up last night, and they look pretty good! It helps that I had a huge blank wall framed by white trim and surrounded by mid-century modern furniture. I loved the little touch that Peter D. Campbell was written in huge lettering (larger than the artist's) across the center of the middle giraffe.

Classic Pete. What a prick.

Weekstart

The curse of productivity is that it's self-perpetuating. Respond to e-mails with lightning speed and you just get more replies. Demonstrate your reliability to others long enough, and they'll just bring you more shit to do. Develop productive routines and habits and—before you know it—your natural disposition will shift towards being done with things and away from actually doing things.

Left unconstrained, optimizing for a productive life can diminish the joys of living. Many of us who opt into the lifestyle of "staying on top of shit" do so, ostensibly, to maximize time for creative work, or for leisure, or for family. That's the spirit with which I first discovered Getting Things Done near the beginning of my career. And it really worked! I have no doubt I owe much of my success to adopting a clear productivity process, low-friction tools, and ruthless discipline.

But even for the handful among us who successfully find a productivity regime we can stick with, the technologies that both enabled remote work and unintentionally led to the disintegration of work-life boundaries have resulted in a situation where highly productive people often wind up cursed with the inability to turn it off. I had no problem forgetting about the hundreds of e-mails and things to do in 2009 when I would—get this—leave my computer at the office overnight. But once I started working from home, there was no longer a natural threshold through which to transition from being "productive" to being "unproductive". I doubt I am alone in this.

Depressingly, even after I retired and no longer had any job at all, I found myself continuing to be hyper-vigilant about checking e-mail, tackling todo after todo, and generally prioritizing productivity over whatever shit I claimed to want to do. I've been promising myself a hedonistic life of video games, vodka, and gummy bears since I was 19 years old. And yet, even though I have plenty of money, zero constraints on my time, and a backlog of thousands of games, here I am writing a fucking blog post instead of literally ever doing the one activity I set out to achieve before starting my career.

Moreover, when others look at me and how I go about getting shit done, and—rather than wanting to emulate it—they tend to walk away feeling grateful they're not as tightly-wound as I am. When I consider all the people in my life, it's starting to feel like there are essentially two classes of humans: people who never get shit done and people who never stop getting shit done.

This state of affairs was clearly suboptimal. That's why, last year, Becky and I adopted a bespoke weekly schedule that enables us to get things done without getting carried away. The key insight was, as usual, to implement a strict timebox. We call it "weekstart", and this is how it works.

What is a weekstart?

Weekstart kicks off Monday morning and ends with the dinner bell on Tuesday.

Spoiler alert: there's more to this…

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