social/info~overload

28 07 2016

Coming back to blogger huh| Information overload | relevance

Un-interested at times at more often than not ~>>really indifferent.

Words, texts, pictures and at best useless pieces of unnecessarily mentioned lyrics of our lives that we seemingly feel the need to share at the simplest awakening.

So begins my extremely rare rant.

One of some form of disdain and repugnance at the volumes of material that is being spewed at any keen reader nowadays. What is the worst thing about it is not that it is not selectively chosen for you, but the fact that it is actually selectively chosen for you. Trends analysis is the money spinner on the internet of things now. We all seem to revolve around knowing possibly the latest piece of information about something without being able to relate it to your current situation. Being relevant in a conversation still holds water in some parts of the world, but alternately so does it not overly make you be known as someone wiser, but only be seen to be wiser.

In my quickness to give an unequivocal barrage on how the information superhighway has elected to dictate what we secretly want by using exquisitely fathomed algorithms that at the speed of light rotate #back_and_forth (shout out to Aaliyah RIP) and bring you items you are most likely to click so as to make it easier for you to seek out what you find and thus increase your trustability of the aforementioned algorithms at play, I have realised that I should go ahead and relax and lessen my deep-seated detestation of having too much information and appreciate its usefulness.

Knowing that Janet Jackson turned 50 this year may not enhance my teenage wishes of her singing to me her raunchy song “if”. But knowing how she wakes up early every morning to hit the gym when on and off tour are a deep sign of respect from me to her knowing that she is always trying to stay both in and ahead of the game by keeping physically fit.

Knowing that a consultant’s appreciation of Google as a search engine and an effortless communicator of all things relevant and irrelevant enhances my belief in the if you want something, you need to go out and get it mantra.

So let me calm my seething mind down and not only appreciate that the information overload is indeed that, but is also a chance to increase my patience and learn to filter through things that interest me with a lot more ease than heading to the public library. If not delegate it to the team.





word~kept

20 07 2016

Struggles lately, hustles

Maintenance of my trust-levels…

You know that lady / guy friend of yours who always seems to be switched on and conversant with so many things going on in the world until you ask them to do something for you and they guarantee that they will do it only to see the deadline come and go… They usually are in your list of word-keepers. You know them, those colleagues/ friends of yours who have been reliable since time immemorial huh! The ones you can call on at short notice to first of all share a situation and thereafter create a handle on the situation to everybody’s relief.

Well, I used to be one of those people…

Not extremely trusted per se, but well more often than not I came and have consistently come through for those that not only requested but indeed needed some form of assistance. Lately though, I am starting to notice that many if not most of us consider ourselves good people.  We run the popular marathons, we contribute at weddings, and we tithe and generally try to do the right thing when we have the opportunity. Yet most good people also lie quite frequently.

How often, for example, have you lied in order to get out of a social request (“I’d love to come, but I’m busy that night”)?

How often have you lied, or asked your children or co-workers to lie on your behalf, when you get a phone call from someone you don’t want to talk to (“Tell them I’m not here!” or “I’d love to chat, but I’m late for a meeting”)?

How many couples regularly lie to each other for fear of hurting each other’s feelings or getting into a conflict (“I’m not mad; I’m just upset about work” or “Yeah, I’ll be home in a minute”)?

It seems to be really interesting just how far we can go for self-preservation!

I am not one to judge or even complain about it as what goes around may sooner or later come around, but just attempting to grapple at it with just one hand and not take it too personal.

I think I get it and allow me to extrapolate a little. (a big word finally hehehehe)

Keeping one’s word allows you to set your trust-able levels to be matched all the time by yourself and in the eyes of the asker, give a good level of confidence in you to do what you said you will do with no flinch in your mindset no matter the hesitation. However, and this is the crux (another big word hehehehe), maintaining high levels of trust are always a remedy for some form of tricky situation whereby your failure (even if minute to all levels) will be seen as a huge catastrophe yet you are above all else human!

So to manage this, incorporate the words;  maybe, maybe not, no, not this time, it seems to be looking tricky in your vocabulary to endeavour that you are still seen as human and not a full time closer that may cause you to have a clean streak of pluses and one negative that takes all those pluses back to zero….





Mild Attempts – Version 37

11 07 2016

Last week I received the regular monthly tweet update about the re-ignited #UBHH (Uganda Blogger’s Happy Hour for the un-initiated) and promised myself I would not only attend it in full swing, but not give myself whatever excuse I usually give when work is pending on my desk…. “I’ll attend the next one.” As the day drew nearer, I remembered the countless emails Nevender had sent on his behalf (and on many other blogger’s behalfs) to bring the Ugandan Blogging Community together and use this togetherness as a spark to drive a certain impetus forward so as to ensure that whatever disruption happens next does not lead to another exodus of blogren (aka bloggers) from their trusty blank MS Word sheets to the shorter 160 characters of twitter and the ever-trending façade of good stuff on Marc Z’s global friend forum Facebook.

Long sentences aback, I was slowly realizing that turning up to the 5th straight (or is it 6th) UBHH would not only suffice in itself for me as a former regular blogger just like Solomon_King, Heaven, Kakoma (formerly known as SleekDawg) and use this meeting of similar minds to reignite/ rekindle my own deep relationship with my own blog Back2Basiks.

Cliché as is fits, I am indeed going back to the real deal basics in my writing approach.

The one size fits all phenomenon may not work anymore for my joint and I will not endeavour to maintain the consistency. All I know is that at the time when I was a consistent blogger, with my co-written stories and my deep sharing anecdotes and memoirs of days gone by would always allow me to have my life in a certain form of constant “check” and maintain a well-beaten path to madness versus sanity and clarity versus conviction.

So as Arnold said in Jimmy Cameron’s blockbuster thriller… “Nigga I’m baaack”

Where to begin though….