I’ll share the TL DR (too long didn’t read) breakdown of the GTD Method. In this post, I’ll be your personal and concise guide to GTD. Which means it’s at least worth learning about.īut why spend $18 and countless hours reading a boring book? And thousands of productivity nerds swear by it. This book is why they invented services like Blinkist.īut, while it’s long, dry and hard to follow at times, it’s a much-loved, much-recommended book. It’s one of those self-help books with 300-ish pages of info that could be shared in 10 pages. I logged into my Amazon Prime account and purchased it.īefore you do the same, be warned: It’s unnecessarily long - like 94% of professional baseball games. There are a few different ways to learn about GTD (courses, trainings, etc), but I decided to look into the book that teaches GTD - Getting Things Done: The Art of Stress-Free Productivity. So, naturally, I wanted to learn more about the GTD method. I first heard about The Getting Things Done (GTD) Method a few years ago.
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After a few precious seconds of meeting his gaze, I flicked my eyes to the side. The power coming off him made it an effort, even for me. That and the whisper of the rest of the pack at the gates of my mind-closed for business, thank you very much-spurred me into choosing the lesser of two evils in my interaction with the aforementioned pissed-off werewolf.Ĭalmly, I brought my eyes to Callum’s. It also drove me into a hierarchy I’d never subscribed to. The Mark tied me to Callum and the rest of the pack, and it served as an ever-present reminder that they were bound to protect me as one of their own. My right hip twinged just above the band of my low-rise jeans, and my fingers played along the edges of the scar that lived there. Growing up the way I did, you learn a few things, so I knew the dangers involved in standing my ground and the ones that came with letting it go. On a human, the same motion would have conveyed sharp irritation, but on Callum’s face, the expression was mild, until and unless you looked for the power behind the gaze and caught a glint of the wolf staring back. The math in this particular equation never came out in my favor.Ĭallum, I said, feigning surprise at his sudden appearance in my workshop. Four names, five words, one pissed-off werewolf. In the early 1960s, Jong attended Barnard College, where she took writing workshops with the poet Robert Pack, earned election to Phi Beta Kappa, and edited a literary magazine. Her father always supported her desire to write, reminding her that all she needed was a pencil and a blank piece of paper to pursue her vocation. There she learned to paint beside her immigrant grandfather in his studio while he sang Russian folk ballads and Red Army songs (though he would “rage and chase down the stairs” if she “failed to take painting seriously enough”) (Jong, Fear of Fifty). Jong had a comfortable childhood on the Upper West Side, where the family home was run by her grandmother and a maid from Jamaica. Jong’s parents started a successful business together, designing and marketing porcelain objects, including Blue Danube dinnerware and Seymour Mann dolls. Her father, Seymour Mann, had been a professional musician as a young man, publishing songs and performing as a percussionist on Broadway in Cole Porter’s Jubilee (1935), in which he performed in the band that debuted “Begin the Beguine.” Jong’s mother, Eda Mirsky Mann, was a visual artist, born in London to a Russian Jewish immigrant family. Erica Jong was born on March 26, 1942, in New York City, the second of three daughters in an artistically inclined Jewish family. It’s almost like a slice-of-life comic, only with superpowered teens. She humorously moves along in the story, particularly when Gar begins to fall for a girl he’s barely even met. Garcia clearly knows the core of these characters well and gives enough backstory for each that isn’t overwhelming. Gar is a sweet vegetarian kid who thinks getting a cowboy hat would make him look cool, while Rachel is the daughter of a demon who wears a “Black is my happy color” t-shirt. There’s relaxed and subdued energy to this first part of the story, showing Gar and Rachel as normal (albeit runaway and superpowered) teenagers who happen to have miraculous abilities. With Garcia having written these characters before in their independent graphic novels, she knows them very well, and it’s very clear from the dialogue she writes. The Teen Titans: Beast Boy Loves Raven preview is written by Kami Garcia, with art by Gabriel Picolo, colors by David Calderon, and letters by Gabriela Downie. In the upcoming Teen Titans: Beast Boy Loves Raven graphic novel, readers will be able to find out what happens during their first chance encounter. Rachel Roth (AKA Raven) and Garfield “Gar” Logan (AKA Beast Boy) are two normal superpowered teenagers who both seek out a mysterious “Slade” to help them with their meta-predicament. Named for her grandparents, the brand celebrates women who have Southern grace and style in the modern world. Draper James products are also available at Net-a-Porter and Nordstrom. Nashville-based Draper James has a focus on fashion, accessories, and home decor and now has brick-and-mortar stores in Nashville, Lexington, Dallas, and Atlanta. This book is inspired by the brand Reese founded in 2015. She is Storyteller-in-Chief for Elizabeth Arden, and a passionate philanthropist for organizations like Save the Children, the Children's Defense Fund, and Girls Inc. In addition to starring in megahits such as Legally Blonde, Sweet Home Alabama, Walk the Line, Wild, and Big Little Lies, she owns and runs a production company, Hello Sunshine, which creates female-driven content for movies, television, and online platforms. Reese Witherspoon is an Oscar-winning actress, movie producer, and entrepreneur. New York, NY: Simon & Schuster (September 2018) What’s the stuff you most wished you could’ve left in? I don’t know if you’re familiar with “Fiddler on the Roof?” You famously have to cut huge chunks 1 of material out of your books before they’re ready to be published. “I feel that I’ve learned about researching power, about how power is obtained, about power is used and how it’s abused,” Caro says, “and I wanted to share some things.” “Working” isn’t meant to be a career capstone for Caro - he’s still plugging away on a final, feverishly anticipated Johnson book - but it is, he explains, a kind of summation. Caro, of course, is responsible for two totems of American political biography: “The Power Broker,” about the New York public servant Robert Moses, responsible for nearly 50 years of sweeping development projects, and “The Years of Lyndon Johnson,” a multivolume account of the life of the 36th president. But the fruits of that labor aren’t exactly ho-hum. Yes, the 83-year-old’s book is a precise and detailed set of recollections about his painstaking, near-mythically thorough job of researching, interviewing, and writing about political figures. Caro’s “Working” is both humbly straightforward and almost comically understated. So good freaking thing I finally came to my senses and did. That whole time I was trudging through Savage Detectives, all the weeks I spent reading (admittedly good) short story collections but yearning for something more substantial, this lovely slim volume was waiting calmly, pristine-ly, quietly glowing, for me to pick her up. What is it about 'new' that somehow means better, or even good? Freaking nothing.Īnd that, patient friends, is my excuse for letting the fantastic Signed, Mata Hari – a crisp, glossy, hard-spined, over-priced proof copy, no less – languish on my shelves for months and months before being read. Which, when you think about it for even a minute, is just so stupid. Even though I have a little library filled with hundreds and hundreds of pretty paperbacks, more than half of which I've not read, the ones that are so new they haven't even been properly shelved yet are the ones I always grab. I wear the new (thrift-stored) skirt as soon as I have a sufficiently nice opportunity, I start using the new (freecycled) hair gel before I have quite finished the old one, the new (salvaged) bowl seems so much nicer than the other ones in the cupboard. See, even though I'm a communist-leaning hippie, I, like any good little consumer, have a bit of a newness fetish. I'll mention four: 1)Mosse does a good job of maintaining a sense of suspense. The Labyrinth dealt with many of the same themes as The Da Vinci Code, but it was superior in so many ways. In both stories, the protagonist is trying to figure out what these treasures can be, along with how to stop the villians, without getting killed in the process. In these parallel stories, bad people with suspect motives are searching for the treasures that embody the secret wisdom of the Cathars (symbolized by a labyrinth). Mosse combines two stories: a historical fiction, set against the invasion of the Pays d'Oc the other, a modern thriller set in the Languedoc region of France. In the 13th century, Catholic churchmen and French nobles led an invasion of the Pays d'Oc and a bloody suppression of the Cathars, whom they regarded as heretics. What is known is that the Cathars rivaled the established church in parts of Western Europe. Several legends have been told about the Cathars, including that they practiced ancient mystical rituals and that they were the guardians of the Holy Grail. This book focuses on the Cathars, a gnostic sect centered in the Pays d'Oc, (modern southwestern France). Still, I gave this book a chance, as I'd been impressed with Kate Mosse's work as an interviewer on the BBC's Radio 4. For a long time, The Da Vinci Code put me right off books about the Cathars or the Holy Grail, so I was hesitant to pick up Kate Mosse's book. Literature and art from the Middle Ages, too, reveal how women underwent extreme procedures to transition into men, all based on medieval speculations about the reproductive system, including that a vagina was just an inverted penis. If this seems unfamiliar, it’s because powerful people have worked tirelessly to maintain social dominance over our bodies, and TERFs (trans-exclusionary radical feminists) have stepped in as their cultural arbiters.ĭespite its perceived novelty in mainstream media, transness - particularly transmasculinity - has evolved with science as we expand our understanding of the human body. An entire German institution faced Nazi destruction for advancing the science of medical transition. Union Army soldiers cross-dressed as men and endured forced feminization after the Civil War. Many Catholic monks and saints were gender-fluid, with some only discovered as such after death. I don’t know who needs to hear this, but gender variance has existed throughout human history. Dante Gabriel Rossetti, “Joan of Arc” (1882) (via Wikimedia Commons ) A beautifully written and deeply moving story about finding and fighting for your place in the world. But her happiness is shattered when she returns home to the news that her classmate has been arrested for the murder of two white girls - and nothing will ever be the same again. So when an invitation arrives to come to Boston for a visit Ella is ecstatic - and the trip proves life-changing in more ways than one.įor the first time, Ella sees what life outside of segregation is like, and begins to dream of a very different future. Bittersweet and eye-opening, How High the Moon is a timeless novel about a girl finding herself in a world all but determined to hold her down. Product Details Price 7.99 7.43 Publisher Little, Brown Books for Young Readers Publish Date MaPages 320 Dimensions 5.2 X 7.5 X 1.0 inches 0. The deep racial tension that simmers beneath their town's peaceful facade never quite goes away, and Ella misses her mama - a beautiful jazz singer, who lives in Boston. Bittersweet and eye-opening, How High the Moon is a timeless novel about a girl finding herself in a world all but determined to hold her down. It's 1944, and in a small, Southern, segregated town, eleven-year-old Ella spends her summers running wild with her cousins and friends.īut life isn't always so sunny. Folks didn't wait for church to dress in their fancy clothes.įancy was just life. Up there, colored folks could go anywhere they wanted. |