I’ve worked in a hybrid way for many years. Some days I would be in the office, at others I would do work from home or another location.
My work is now, almost exclusively, done from an upstairs room at the back of my house. I work from home, I don’t “work from home (with a knowing nod and a wink)”, work is the place where I do work.
There are certain things that I do to maintain my productivity and retain my sanity. I figured that it was about time I shared some of that advice, and thus a new series of posts was born.
There’s a huge debate going on at present about the value of working from home, most of this is mired in ignorance and mistrust, although some of it is raising genuine concerns. I’m not aiming to get into all of that because my hope if that it will work out, in time, as people find ways of working that are right for them and their organisation. I’m writing these posts from the perspective that people are going to be working from home, that change has already happened, it’s not a new thing. What they want is to be the best at working from home that they can be. If I can give some tips that help some people along that journey then I will count that as a success.
All of these tips, I’m sure, will have been covered by someone else in a far more erudite way somewhere, I’m not claiming any ownership of them. I will try and link to other more detailed material, but I can’t guarantee that I know where the advice came from.
It might help you to know what kind of work I do, from home, and the type of challenges that I face. Some of the tips are particularly relevant to my context, so may not be as relevant to yours.
I’m an IT Architect which means that I take business needs and translate them into designs that other people build. My current, extended, team is international with members in every continent apart from Antarctica, we are resident in over ten different time zones. I’m regularly in conversation with people at +12 hours and -8 hours from my UK location. Adjusting for daylight saving time, summer time, can be interesting as some people go one way and others go in the opposite direction, on different dates. All of the people in my management chain are in a different time zone to myself. There are many things that I can do without meetings, but I spend a significant amount of my week in meetings.
That’s probably enough for now, I’m sure more will come out as we work our way through the tips.
As we start off on this journey I’m reminded of a quote:
Advice is like snow – the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
As I put this advice out there, I leave its landing to you.
Header Image: This is Crummock Water, it’s a swimming favourite. It’s not quite local, but is local enough that we can go as part of a day trip.
This book was first published in 2015. It’s first chapter is a commentary on the geographic position of Russia. This chapter concludes that war between Ukraine and Russia is almost inevitable. Why? The geography.
Here we sit in 2022 and Russia has invaded Ukraine, having previously annexed Crimea.
We rarely see geography mentioned as an aspect of global politics. What Prisoners of Geography does is to take us around the globe pointing out some of the key geographical features and their impact.
In the case of Russia and Ukraine the challenge is access to the oceans. While Russia is a vast country, it’s northern position means that all its ports are inaccessible throughout the winter, that’s not a good thing for a world power.
Other chapters take us around the globe from China to the USA, from Western Europe to Africa, from The Middle East to India to Pakistan. Eight different global areas. The book concludes with a chapter on the Arctic.
I’d never considered, before, how geography has enabled countries and regions to become wealthy and powerful, like the navigable rivers of Western Europe and the USA. While, on the other hand, the lack of navigable rivers has impacted much of Africa and South America and their ability to trade.
There’s China, the growing global superpower, and the geographic impact of the oceans around them. So many good travelling around the world passing through a web of waters belonging to other nations and strategic assets controlled by other powers. Some of them close, like the Straits of Malacca, others further afield, imagine the potential impact of the Suez and Panama canals to a global trading superpower.
Then over to the west there’s another growing power, India, and between them and China is a huge geographic feature, the Himalayas. In our age of flight and the global internet we forget what a huge barrier this is. While we are in the region, there’s Tibet. When I was a teenager, I remember there being lots of discussion about this vast region, I even remember looking it up on the map, but couldn’t see any significance in it. For some reason I never considered it from the Chinese perspective.
Why all the fuss over the Arctic? One of the reasons we miss the significance of this is that our maps are all wrong. In the UK we predominantly see the world through the Mercator projection which nicely shows our small island right in the middle of the action. What this map also does is to massively stretch the geography at the top and the bottom of the globe – Africa is wider than Russia, by a long way. If you look at a projection of the globe with the arctic at the centre things look very different. The recent discussions about Sweden and Finland joining NATO look more significant from this angle. The desires of Russia to extend its control and secure access to valuable minerals make more sense. The mythical North West Passage makes more sense.
I’m not sure that this book quite lives up to its subtitle of telling me everything I need to know about global politics, but it definitely highlighted a dimension that I’d previously overlooked.
Header Image: This is Devoke Water and it’s time for a swim.
Near to the start of my full-time employment I joined a department that was responsible for IT Training and also to look after certain technologies. This was an engineering organisation and the engineering departments had their own IT functions, we were the people who did everything else. This was at the end of the age of 8″ floppy disks and the beginning of the 5″ floppy disks short reign, in those days training included a half day course on how to use a mouse. We measured everything in kilobytes.
This was a time before video projectors were commonplace. One room did have a video projector in it, but it was very expensive, low quality and about the size of a washing machine. Most of the training rooms, however, made use of a technology that had then been around for over 100 years – the over-head-projector (OHP).
Each training course came with its own set of slides for the OHP. For those of you who have no comprehension of what I am talking about, slides for an OHP can best be imagined as A4 sized pieces of thick cellophane with a cardboard boarder. The cardboard border had a cut-out in one corner, this was essential to the safe operation of the slides. Slides could be put on to the OHP in eight different orientations, but only worked in one. Knowing which orientation was a skill and required organisation and preparation. The administration of the slides was a tightly controlled activity and anyone who didn’t put the slides back in the right order, in the right orientation, would be castigated. Animation was a physical activity with extra pieces of the cellophane taped onto a slide adding content as they were flipped into place.
There were other rooms where a slide projector was used. If you don’t know what a slide projector is, then I’m sorry for this lacking in your education, you’ve missed out. Most families, in those days, had an uncle, rarely and aunt, who would insist on treating their family to a Saturday night picture show of their latest exotic holiday adventure. Skegness projected onto a woodchip wall is a sight to behold. Anyway, I digress.
There were times when I would sit in on someone delivering training, on these occasions I may well be asked to operate the slides. I became skilled in the operation of both an OHP and a slide projector. The trainer would stand at the front and deliver the material, stopping occasionally to instruct me – “next slide, please.” It was an obvious thing to ask in a day when that was the nearest we got to remote control.
Technology changes were standing just outside the door though and we were about to make a significant change.
Up until this point the slides that went on top of the OHP had been created in one of two ways – they were hand drawn, or they were produced by a professional printer. My job was to start printing transparencies on a desktop LaserJet printer via an application on a PC, something I embraced with relish. This wasn’t a cheap option in those days, but it was the forefront of technology. Desktop LaserJet printers were a few thousand pounds, the PC and software gobbling up a few more thousand, even the specialist transparencies that would work in the LaserJet printer came at a premium and were closely guarded by my manager.
More change was on the way, it was only a small step to replace the LaserJet printer with another new technology – the video projector. Even then, though, I would sit at the computer in the training room and accept the instructions for “next slide, please.” Even then, only certain rooms would have such lavish equipment fitted.
We now regard access to a screen as standard for every meeting room. It would be very unusual indeed for us to walk into a room and for there to be no audio-video set-up. Latterly, the projector has been replaced by television screens in all but the largest room. Some of these being delivered as part of a video conferencing set-up including cameras and microphones.
In recent years, though, the desire to show slides has increasingly moved online, with screen sharing being part of millions of remote meetings every day. But what about those slides? We don’t seem to be able to live without them, even though very few of them will ever see an actual physical slide.
The other day I was sat in an online meeting, one of those all-hands type affairs. There were several people presenting and again came the refrain “next slide, please.” It seems that the material we were looking at was being operated by one person and that person had the role of human remote control for everyone else.
All this took me back to an age when creating slides was a job and “next slide, please” required significantly more skill than pressing a page-down key.
Header Image: This is one from a little trundle up Crinkle Crags in the Lake District.
I tend to be a solitary walker; I like it that way. I like to be with my thoughts and the inspiration of a good audiobook.
I don’t dislike walking with other people, I quite like people, but while I’m out solitary walking I find that interactions with other people, strangers in particular, can cause all sorts of anxiety.
For me, each interaction is loaded with choices and moral dilemmas.
Let me explain by giving you some examples.
The other day I was out walking and ahead of me was a couple who were walking slower than me, that’s normal. They had a dog and people with dogs always walk slower. Where they were was not too far from a path that I was wanting to take.
This is what is going on in my head: Do I speed up, zip around them (as much as anyone walking ‘zips’) and head up the path? Do I slow down and let them pass the junction so that I can continue my route without disturbing them? If I go slower, how much slower do I need to go to leave them enough room so that it isn’t obvious that I’m waiting for them to get out of the way? How do I do that without looking weird? What happens if I go slower and they slop altogether, what do I do then? If I catch them up, I will need to interact with them, what does that look like? What kind of interactions would be appropriate?
As it was, I decided to move a bit slower and let them pass the fork, then I could be on my way. Unfortunately, my pondering had missed another option, what would happen if they also decided to take the junction? Which they did.
I was getting close to them when this happened, and an awkward interaction was now inevitable. I was either going to have to stay behind them all the way up the forked path, which was narrower than the main path. This would look awkward as they knew I’d already caught them up, or I was going to have to ask them to let me past. That’s what I thought anyway. As it was the couple stopped just a few steps up the fork and let me past, giving me a smile as I went.
Is this just me?
Another study case.
Over a week ago I was heading along a wide path when I noticed a man walking towards me on the same side of the path. As he was a little way off, I crossed over to the other side so that we didn’t crash into each other. It seemed like the polite thing to do and walking down the extreme of a path is a COVID thing that persists around here. As the man approached me, I recognised him and I’m quite sure that we’d previously smiled and said “hello.” This time he completely blanked me. In that split second, I recognised that he was from a different racial heritage to myself. Again, my brain goes into super-drive: what if he’d seen me crossing over and interpreted it as a racially motivated act? Deliberately crossing to the other side of a street to avoid someone can be an immensely powerful statement. Was I a bit overenthusiastic in my movements? What will happen the next time I see him?
A few days later I saw the same man, this time we were already walking down opposite sides of the path. He looked up, smiled, and said “hi.” I returned the niceties.
Interactions with single women are especially burdened with dilemmas. I know that I am safe, but no woman out there knows that. I can see how an approaching man on his own, without a dog, is a potential threat and needs to be treated with suspicion.
I’m not a dog owner, but I have noticed how men walking dogs are regarded as somehow safer than men on their own. With a dog is OK, without a dog is somehow strange? Perhaps it’s that the presence of a dog indicates the person with it cares about it at least enough to take it out for a walk.
Anyway, getting back to the subject – approaching women.
I go through all sorts of anxious mental gymnastics when approaching women walking on their own. The worst scenario for this is when I am out walking down a narrow path and approach a woman from behind. In most cases I am going faster and will need, at some point, to make a choice between staying back and overtaking.
This is a bit like the first scenario, but worse. Again, my brain goes into a spin: I don’t want to catch up quickly that would feel especially threatening, but slowing down and following is especially strange? It’s a narrow path there really is no way of overtaking without interacting and how do I do that without being threatening? How much eye contact is polite, too much eye contact makes me a threat? Do I say “Hi”, or not? What about a smile? If I stay back, will I be noticed, or not? If I am noticed, how will they respond? Is there anywhere wide enough to overtake? How do I indicate that I would like to come past? It’s a minefield of dilemma.
On a narrow path a woman walking towards me has a distinct set of anxieties: When is the right time to step to one side? Is there somewhere obvious to get out of the way? If there isn’t it feels very weird to only make a narrow space to pass, but it would be strange to climb over a fence just to make space? What is the best way to interact? When is the right time to interact?
There are no clear rules here anymore. I’ve wondered about reintroducing the tradition of doffing. What do you think, would that just make me look eccentric, or strange?
We aren’t particularly good at discerning the feelings of others and many of my anxieties are predicated on how the other person views the interaction. I’m sure that most of my worries are unfounded and that the other person isn’t thinking what I think they are. I suspect that most of the time they’re not anxious about my presence at all. That knowledge doesn’t, however, stop me processing each interaction.
Please tell me that I’m not the only one who has these thoughts?
Header Image: Sunrise from my morning walk a few weeks ago.
Do you live in “utopia”? Looking back on the last two years of pandemic I can’t imagine that there are many of us leaping to a positive answer to that one.
Now imagine you are living 200 years ago and picture a time in the future when:
“billions of us are suddenly rich, well nourished, clean, safe, healthy and occasionally even beautiful. Where 84% of the world’s population still lived in poverty in 1820, by 1981 that percentage had dropped to 44%, and now, just a few decades later, it is under 10%.”
Rutger Bregman, Utopia for Realists
Is this “utopia”?
Numbers, despite the meaning behind them, rarely communicate the full story. Bregman describes where we are now not as “utopia” but as the “Land of Plenty”:
“According to Oscar Wilde, upon reaching the Land of Plenty, we should once more fix our gaze on the farthest horizon and rehost the sails. “Progress is the realization of Utopias,” he wrote. But the farthest horizon remains blank. The Land of Plenty is shrouded in fog. Precisely when we should be shouldering the historic task of investing in the rich, safe, and healthy existence with meaning, we’ve buried utopia instead. There’s no dream to replace it because we can’t imagine a better world than the one we’ve got.”
Rutger Bregman, Utopia for Realists
In Utopia for Realists Bregman seeks to paint that “better world than the one we’ve got” to sail to – not as some kind of mythical unachievable state, but by outlining a set of ideas that are just there on that far horizon.
What are these grand ideas? That would be giving too much away, but they are very interesting.
The ideas that are there on that far horizon have all been widely tested, some have even been implemented in some countries, and yet all of them would be regarded as counterintuitive, even counter-logical by most people. (I’m continuing my run of books that tell me I’m wrong.)
In the UK, where I live, welfare is a constant political battleground. Just this week the deficiencies in the existing system have been brought into stark relief by stories of an elderly woman riding the bus to stay warm at a time of escalating living costs. Yet others argue that we can’t afford to do any more. Bregman has a big idea for that. Bregman’s approach to this problem is certainly radical.
We live in a time when work is going through a massive upheaval. Many people have spent the last two years working from home and now the bosses are seeking a return to “normal” office life. Vast numbers of people are dreading the idea of returning to a place which sapped them of energy and required them to sit in long queues on motorways for no apparent reason. Personally, I’m getting a bit tired of seeing people saying “working from home”, while putting the “working” in air-quotes, as if somehow the many hours that people have been putting in aren’t real work. Bregman has a radical, yet tested, idea for that, and no it’s not better hybrid working.
(hybrid working is another term I dislike, it maintains the suggestion that working in an office is somehow better than working from home when for many roles the office is the least productive place for people.)
You might recognise the “Land of Plenty” but there are hundreds of millions of people who wouldn’t. They are still living on less than a dollar a day. The global community has spent billions of dollars trying to overcome this problem, Bregman puts the figure at $11.2 billion a month, or $5 trillion over the last 50 years. Yet poverty is still a massive problem and, according to Bregman, no-one really knows whether this development money has made a difference. Again, Bregman has an idea for this problem, and it’s probably not what you were expecting it to be. Another idea that is very timely and massively counter-cultural to many global governments, to the current British government certainly.
This book is titled “Utopia for Realists: and how we can get there”, having the ideas is only a small part of the challenge. Implementing the ideas is the greater part.
In the epilogue to the book Bregman writes:
“For the last time, then: how do we make utopia real? How do we take these ideas and implement them?
The path from the ideal to the real is one that never ceases to fascinate me”
Rutger Bregman, Utopia for Realists
He concludes with some advice to the realists and an encouragement that “more people are hungry for change”. I hope so.
This book is, in many ways, a prequal to I’m reading…”Human kind” by Rutger Bregman which uses many of the same ideas but focussed more on the personal aspects of change. We need both personal and political change if we are going to move towards that “far horizon”.
Header Image: This is Loughrigg Tarn, it’s within driving distance of my home and is a fabulous place for a swim. In the background are the Langdale fells.
“Thinking is generally thought of as doing nothing in a production-oriented society, and doing nothing is hard to do. It’s best done by disguising it as doing something, and the something closest to doing nothing is walking.”
Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking
Header Image: The receding tide on Lindisfarne, Holy Island. In the background is the castle.
Leave the door open for the unknown, that’s where the important things come from… for, to acknowledge the unknown is part of knowledge.
Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost
Header Image: This is some of the local Blackthorn blossom. It explodes into this wonderful white for a few days and then is gone. It’s leaving is often hastened by a spring storm, but not this year, so it has been glorious.
Today has started like many of my days with an email from someone declaring a truth on the back of some numbers that they have assessed. I use the word “assess” here to indicate that they took a number at face value and did nothing to understand it beyond basic a/b=c maths
In this case they have undertaken a basic analysis of counting the volume of different <somethings>. They’ve put each of these <somethings> into a different category, then by the joy of Excel they’ve calculated the percentage of those <somethings> that meet the criteria they are wanting to assess.
I’m talking about <somethings> because I don’t want to call out the particular numbers – for the rest of the post I’ll use foodstuffs to illustrate my challenges.
Creating a percentage is all well and good, isn’t it? It’s straightforward maths after all, what could be clearer? Except, what they have inadvertently done is create a meme that contains a mistruth that will take many cycles to rectify. As the old saying goes “a lie can travel halfway around the world before the truth can get its boots on.”
These mistruths take many different forms, their perniciousness coming from their ability to hide undetected within the details of the calculations. They lie there hidden in plain sight making fools of everyone willing to accept them.
In many cases the numbers are obviously wrong if people knew where to look. Looking requires a certain level of scepticism, but it will pay off in the long run. Here are a few of the where my own scepticism leads me when people present me with numbers.
Using apples as an example, perhaps the simplest way of classifying them is as either red or green. The challenge with this classification system is that there are apples which are neither wholly green or wholly red, how are they classified?
There are several ways that you could go, and this is where the purpose of the classification is important to understanding the validity of the information being portrayed.
If your aim was to show that red apples were more popular than green ones, you could classify all apples with a colour as red. This wouldn’t be untrue, it would just be stretching the definition of red.
Another way would be to create a classification for the ones in the middle, let’s call it pigmented. Even then you run into the same problem, how pigmented does something need to be to fall into this classification?
Our motives for the classifications that we choose are complex, sometimes known and often unknown.
Within the UK, based on a European regulation, many adverts that make a statistical claim need to justify that claim. As such it’s common to see at the bottom of a screen for goods like cosmetics something like “XX of YY customers agreed that blah“
What’s interesting about these claims is how often the YY in this claim is tiny. Huge brands that sell to millions make claims on the basis of a few hundred participants at most. There are many times when the sample is less than a hundred.
As the volume of participants reduces the influence of each one increases massively.
Often the volume of participants is a strange number which makes me suspicious that they’ve only surveyed the volume of people required to justify the claim they are making.
(The claim is often completely subjective. It’s not that big an influence on me to know that 87% of people said that their skin was more luminous.)
We do the same in business. We try to base decisions with long-term consequences on the tiniest samples. “We’ve succeeded in doing this for one customer so it will be brilliant for all of our other customers.” It’s a stretch for anti-aging cream, our latest product is no different.
Most samples of data require some level of cleansing. The world is full of data, most of it is littered with inconsistencies. It’s, therefore, necessary to clean the data up, and the easiest way of doing that is to exclude the bits that are outliers. The alternative approach is to only count the things that fit our criteria.
People don’t like to see other as a classification, it’s messy and raises questions, far better to just exclude them.
The problem with excluding some of the data is that it makes the other numbers appear larger when our old friend the percentage is used.
Let’s take types of nuts as an example. If we have a bag of mixed nuts and we separate them out into the various types we may come up with a sample a bit like this:
A fictional bag of mixed nuts – no I didn’t count an actual bag.
If we include all of the types above in the scoring then the following is true:
Percentage of Total
A fictional bag of mixed nuts – but what is the peanut doing there
As we all know – a peanut is not actually a nut, it’s a legume. It may be present in the bag of mixed nuts, but in our data, we can justifiably decide that it’s erroneous. That exclusion has a significant impact on the other numbers:
Percentage of Nuts
A fictional count of actual nuts – I still wouldn’t buy this bag, it’s got too many walnuts in it
I can now claim that a third of the nuts in the bag of mixed nuts were Walnuts, can’t I? But I cannot claim that Walnuts were a third of the bag of mixed-nuts.
THe description we give can be very important.
We need to be constantly alert to the quality of the data that we use. Some data is better than others.
Personally I find people’s attitude to certain sources of data a mystery.
There are millions, perhaps billions of pounds spent each year on creating new and better ways of counting things. Many of these systems will count things that are already being counted. The justification for these new systems is regularly a lack of trust in the old system. What fascinates me is a preference to start at the beginning of counting rather than to regain the trust in the old system. Often the lack of trust is based on the flimsiest of reasoning and an under estimation of the complexities of counting things.
I work in IT and one of the things we do is to count the number of systems, servers and the like, that people have. We do this counting across thousands of customers and hundreds of thousands of systems. This environment is not static, every day hundreds of people are adding or removing systems. What’s more a system doesn’t simply go from being there to being not there, it has various states in its lifecycle at the beginning it needs to be commissioned, at the end it needs to be tracked through various stages.
Some of the systems are counted automatically, they tell us they are there on a regular basis. Other systems are manually counted, they don’t have the ability to tell us of their presence, the person working on them is supposed to tell us that they have been added or taken away. Every time you add a human into the process the level of accuracy reduces, but some data is better than no data, isn’t it?
The best that we can hope for in this dataset is that it is broadly correct and most of the time broadly correct is all we need. That’s enough quality for us to make the decisions that we need to make.
Broadly correct is fine for us because we understand the fuzzy parts, we know the bits to trust and the parts to have less trust in. Where it gets tricky is when people start making claims about these numbers in a way that doesn’t reflect that fuzziness. We tend to round things up, or down to the nearest tens of thousands because that’s where we are confident. That’s the level of leeway that we give ourselves. Others declare exact numbers and in so doing give a misleading perspective on the data.
Most of the time we collect data to help us to make decisions. One of the ways in which we guide our decisions is by drawing straight lines.
One of the core skills of humans is to pattern match. We look at items on a graph and cannot help but see a trend. Most of the time the trend that we see is a straight line, sometimes are see a curve. In this age of Covid many of us have looked at charts and wished to see those early signs of a wave slowing down and the curve to head downwards once more.
The problem we have is that our need to see lines is so strong that we really struggle when things aren’t a line, we really dislike charts that are just a scattering of dots. The reality is, though, that many of the things that we look at are random, they are that scattering of dots without a clear concise line.
Beware of seeing lines where they don’t exist.
It’s all about context
Number don’t stand on their own, they exist within a framework of time and place. They are influenced by the way that we create them. We like to make numbers neat and tidy, even when they aren’t. Every number is an interpretation of the person who created it. The things that we exclude say as much about the data as the things that we include.
Without understanding the context in which a set of numbers have been created we can’t derive any true meaning.
The problem that I see, so often, is that the context is hidden and opaque.
It falls upon those of us who produce numbers to make sure that we explain their meaning illuminated by the context in which they were created.
The problem with memes is that they often hide that context, that’s one of the reasons why they are difficult to stop.
Anyway, I’m off to delve deep into an Excel spreadsheet to work out whether we should include the peanuts, or not.
Header Image: This is Small Water which is tucked between Harter Fell and Mardale Ill Bell on a glorious day in the hills. Alongside it runs the Nan Bield Pass which links together the remote communities of Mardale and Kentdale which would, otherwise, be a very long walk around. I have no idea why it’s called Nan Bield Pass, or whether Nan Bield was a person or is describing a feature.
It was a lovely spring day. The walking had been lovely. The views were beautiful. The weather was crisp and clear.
There were a few people around, but for the most part it had been a quiet day, despite the car park being full when I arrived at eight in the morning.
I was loving a slow descent along the ridge from High Street to The Rigg which makes you feel like you are on top of the world and gives you panoramic views in every direction.
The “Birds, Beasts and Relatives” audiobook by Gerald Durrell was playing through my jawbone headphones. Occasionally I would pause the audio a few times to locate the skylarks singing overhead, they sing so beautifully.
As I stood for a little while taking it all in a different noise grabbed my attention. Initially I thought that it was on the audiobook, like the reader had inadvertently left their phone alarm on. Something made me stand a little while and eventually I came to my senses and realised that this noise was not coming through my headphones and was nearby. Looking around I noticed, a good way off the path a mobile phone beeping for attention.
Climbing down I picked it up and started to ponder my next steps.
When I initially picked the phone up it was receiving a call, but I wasn’t quick enough to answer it. After that it continued making a noise that I took to be the locator tone that most modern phones allow you to activate.
The phone was, of course, locked, so I couldn’t call any obvious numbers and this wasn’t a time to use the emergency call option.
I was half-way up a hill, which meant that I was also half-way down. There are routes that are mostly up, and some that are mostly down, but this one didn’t have that obvious inclination. If I headed down, there would become a point where there wasn’t going to be a signal and I suspected that I wasn’t far off that point.
While I was in the middle of my pondering a couple passed me, also heading down. Naturally I asked them if they were looking for a phone, they said they weren’t. The woman of the couple then said to me something that made me ponder: “There were those three young lads and the girl heading up the hill, I bet it’s the girls.” The man agreed with a nodding affirmation.
As she said this I was struck by the strangeness of this classification, why would it be the “girl”? What made her think that?
There was nothing on the phone to indicate a potential gender, the phone was in a nondescript plain black cover after all. The background image on the phone was of a group of four young women, but she hadn’t seen that. Even having seen the image I’m not sure I would have leapt to the assumption that the phone belonged to a woman. I’m not even sure why she felt the need to classify it down to one of the group, I would have expected a man to come for it just as much as a woman.
Let’s be clear here, the group being described were people in their twenties, I guess, so not “boys” or “girls”. The couple who had classified them this way can only have been in her thirties themselves. I wondered how they would have felt being defined this way.
Sometimes procrastination is the best approach, I hadn’t finished my food or my coffee and decided that I would sit a while, wait and take in more of the surroundings. All this time the phone continued its occasional beeping, for which there didn’t appear to be any mechanism of responding while the phone was locked. While I sat there, I sent Sue a text to include her in the pondering. The skylarks continued their singing.
As I drank my final mouthful of coffee the phone burst into life with a different tone. Looking at it the screen told me that the phone was receiving a call from “Tom”. A thought flashed through my mind “what do I say now?” It hadn’t occurred to me before that point quite how to answer the phone. Swiping to answer the phone I said to myself “Just say ‘hi’ you muppet.”
Tom was, indeed, a member of the group that the earlier couple had mentioned. He explained that the phone belonged to the woman and that she was on her way back down the path. I stood up, waved to show where I was and told him that I was wearing an orange jacket. He could see me from where he was, and I could see the woman coming towards me. I headed back up the path towards her and handed the phone over. She said thank you, explained how she had been using the phone locator software to make it beep. I explained how I’d found it and wished her a great day walking.
I sent another text to Sue telling her that the phone had been returned to its rightful owner. The skylarks continued their singing.
Heading down I was so disappointed that the couple had been correct in their classification.
Header Image: The phone beeping away as I waited for something to happen. Slightly disappointed that the image has part of my finger it.
The difficulty lies not so much in developing new ideas as in escaping from old ones.
John Maynard Keynes
Header Image: This is Haweswater. It’s a reservoir with a history. Below these still waters lie the remains of the village of Mardale which were flooded to provide water to the growing city of Manchester via a 56 mile long aqueduct.
I was recently in a conversation about listening to audiobooks and the headphones that I wear. I was quite sure that I had already written a post about the headphones that I’ve worn for a couple of years, having checked it appears not, so here it is.
I like walking.
Several mornings a week I walk for at least an hour before work. I regularly walk further on a weekend. Most of the time I walk alone, apart from the company of an audiobook, or a podcast. Sometimes I listen to music, but that’s not very often. I prefer to get lost in a story or the narrative of a good podcast.
I have tried many headphones for this situation over many years, but none of them have come close to the AfterShokz Trekz Air. While other headsets may have given better audio quality, none of them come close to being the complete package of these bone conductive headsets.
Bone conductive headsets don’t go into your ear at all, they vibrate the bone of your scull. They do this by placing what is effectively a small speaker on to the bone just in front of the middle of your ears by using an over-ear headband. If that sound weird, it isn’t, you hear the sound just like you hear all sound and you don’t feel anything. It turns out that you do a lot of hearing through these bone normally. The first time I put them on the only strange thing was how normal it was. The second time I adorned them I didn’t even think about it.
From my perspective these are the things that make AfterShokz so good:
Ambient sound – because my ears remain open the AfterShokz don’t block out any of the sound around me. Whilst out walking this is not only a safety issue, it also allow me to remain alert to the sounds of the day, including the activities of the local wildlife.
Waterproof – they perform brilliantly in any weather I don’t have to worry about them becoming damaged.
Comfortable, even with glasses – once I put these headphones on, I soon forget that I am wearing them. I wear glasses and the over-ear design is thin enough that it remains comfortable.
Steady – these headsets stay in place wherever and whenever. I’ve tried all sorts of in-ear headphones, but they all work their way out eventually and I spend part of my day putting them back in. When I am all gloved up in a snowstorm on a mountain rearranging my audio is that last thing I want to do.
Hood compatible – I quite like walking whilst wearing a hood in the wind and rain. The AfterShokz works really well in this situation staying in place and not requiring any adjusting. Some of this is down to the excellent hood that I have on my walking coat.
Simply work – I use these headphones with an iPhone and the integration is seamless. Turn them on and they connect every time. The buttons are responsive and easy to use.
Long battery life – I can walk all day and the Trekz have never run out of juice if they were charged. The power is so good that I sometimes forget to charge them, and they have run out in that situation. Having said that I owned them for several months before that happened. When it did happen, I was out walking and near to the top of a mountain when I heard an unexpected voice. It took me a little while to realise that it was the headphones asking, “charge me”.
Excellent support – the pair I currently have are my second ones. The previous ones stopped working in one ear (or should that be cheek?). A short phone call with the support team and a replacement arrived in a couple of days.
Built in microphone – the inbuilt microphone is useful if I want to make or receive a call whilst I am out walking, but I generally don’t want to, I’m out walking to disconnect.
Robust – these headphones have done a lot of miles in some inhospitable conditions. They’ve been dumped into backpacks, coat pockets, laptop bags and still look as good as they did when I got them. I don’t have to treat them like delicate electronics. They come with a protective case, but I’m not good at that kind of care.
There are a couple of times where the AfterShokz don’t work so well, just for a little balance:
Noisy roadsides – sometimes high-volume roadsides are unavoidable. In this context bone conductive headphones can struggle to compete with the ambient sound. I try to avoid these situations so it’s not too much of an issue but just this morning I cross eight lanes of the M6 via a footbridge and paused the audio part way across. Pausing the audio is a single easily accessed button on one cheek so that’s not too difficult a thing to do.
High winds – like noisy roads, high winds can make it difficult to hear. This is often fixed by the wearing of a good hood. AfterShokz do provide earplugs with the headphones to help block out the ambient sound, but I never saw the point of these.
USB Plug – I have several USB cables on which the plug isn’t long enough to charge the Trekz, it’s only a millimetre or so, but it makes a difference. To compensate for this, I have the cable that was supplied with the headphones plugged in to my charging block. I never have to use it more than once a week and it’s on my desk where I work, so not a hassle at all.
In conclusion, I am a big fan. If these ones broke I wouldn’t think twice about getting another pair, but I’m not expecting that any time soon.
Header Image: A windy wet day, with my hood up, on a local hill called Clougha Pike. These sculptures are by Andy Goldworthy and there is some debate about their name. It’s difficult, where they are located, to take a picture which gives you a good scale perspective, so it might be helpful to know that you can stand inside the pobs and there’s a step to help you.