LATE Project, Stopped

I guess doing this project (that is to note down one thing I learn each day) is more difficult than i imagined. I stop here not because i stop learning, in fact this week i learn in tremendous amount. It’s just, sometimes the learning just cannot be shared, or sometimes I just don’t have energy to write it at night. Haha, I am not blaming the excuses, just sharing what are the challenges.

LATE #5

Today, i got first hand experience witnessing how important knowledge is. When we meet someone new, and try to build business relationship, make sure you know something they don’t, and that something is very useful for them. Give it for free. It can change the whole atmosphere. That way, business may go well, and trust can be built. So, lesson learned : always crave for new knowledge because it can really help you in the future, and try to figure out what knowledge you can give free to newly met people. Prepare in advance.

LATE #4

Lupa nge post untuk LATE project kmrn, so here it goes.

Kemarin belajar set up VPN. Mudahnya, gw akhirnya bisa menyambungkan komputer rumah ke database di komputer kantor, jadi sekarang bisa kerja di rumah deh :). Jadi yang dulunya setiap mau run aplikasi program harus ke kantor dulu, sekarang bisa online ke rumah gw…

Just that.

LATE #3

Today, i learned about how to set up Dynamic DNS (DDNS), computer stuff, but it is part of trying to connect multiple computers from different geographical locations. In simple word, I am trying to make a database accessible from many location, making it online, and DDNS in only small part of it. Still progressing though.

Now, more earthly thing that I learn is about insight. I am reading a book titled “Seeing What Others Don’t – The Remarkable Ways We Gain Insight”. Good book, still in the middle of finishing it. What it means by insight is something we usually call eureka moment, “aha!” moment, when we suddenly think of great and out-of-the-box ideas that get us out of problems, or creating innovation, or everything that simply makes our life better. A evolutionary way of doing thing

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This book consists of 3 part. Part 1 is how we get insight. Part 2 is how organization prevents its member from being insightful (a.k.a creative). Part 3 is what organization can do to boost insight. I’ve finished part 1 quite long time ago. Today, I enter part 2.

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Two things that will make organization suppress insight:

  1. The Predictability Trap – when you are given a project, you will make a sound plan of how you are going to execute it. You make the dates, deadlines, budgets, people assignments, etc. People like thing being predictable, so they can achieve desired result. Problem with that: insight, break-through ideas, creativity, are not predictable at all. They are disruptive. They come without warning, take forms that unexpected, and open up unimagined opportunities. They carry risk, can change all your plan. Not many people are ready or want to to the extra work that comes with insight. It’s just beyond their comfort zone.
  2. The Perfection Trap – Perfection is absence of error. Organization have a lot of reasons to dislike errors. They can pose severe safety risk, disrupt coordination, lead to waste, reduce chance for project success, can result in lawsuits and bad publicity. Meanwhile, Insights carry tremendous risk, very high rewarding if it success, and lots of downside if fails. There is a lot of potential errors, and insight usually involve something that has never been done before. It will almost create errors. However, avoiding errors means killing insight. There is no risk-free insight.

You should read this good book for more details and examples.

That’s what I learned about insight today.

LATE #2

Today, I learned something very simple and practical:

Ternyata furniture di informa mahalnya ga ampun ya haha, my bank undergo a big renovation, and lets say I am the PIC. Jadi gw harus muter2 beli barang ini itu. Setelah ke beberapa tempat dan bandingin harga, informa punya kualitas dan bentuk furniture paling oke, tapi harganya kaga tahan. #bukanpostberbayar #bukankompetitor #justsharing

Lesson learned: jangan ke informa kalau ga punya budget yang oke

 

Dan, gw tadi nyari tanaman plastik, setelah sempet nyari2 di internet dan ada yang nawarin 1 juta per tanaman (anjirr!!!), akhirnya gw coba ke ace hardware. Yes disitu tanaman plastiknya bagus2, ada potnya juga, dan harga terjangkau. #bukanpostberbayar

Lesson learned: ace hardware ternyata jualan tanaman plastik juga. apa sih yang mereka ga jual? cuman bayi doang ga dijual disana kayanya…

LATE #1

This post is part of the Learn A Thing Everyday (LATE) Project. More information about the project is here.

I bumped into this question in quora earlier this morning, and the question was:

Is it a valid argument that you should be happy with your life because there are people who are much worse off than you?

I found an interesting answer, as follow:

By Thea Pilarczyk, Storyteller, Animator, Designer, Human
“When I was about sixteen years old, I had an experience that forever shaped my answer to this question. It involved a friend, a walk in November, two fathers – one abusive, the other caring – and a Thanksgiving turkey. And it’s all true, as far as my memory can recall.At the time, I had a good friend my age who had a truly terrible living situation. Her mother was nowhere around; and her father was a physically abusive, alcoholic terror of a man. They lived on a farm many miles outside of town, and she was too young to drive, so she was often stuck there with no way to escape. He would battle his demons, and she would get caught in the crossfire.That Thanksgiving, she was attempting to cook a traditional turkey dinner for her and her father. I don’t know exactly what happened, but I do know that he flew into a rage about the way in which she was trying to prepare this generous meal for him. He beat her while she was preparing the turkey, and she never even got it in the oven. This attack was worse than many had been before, so she fled in terror, and didn’t go back for days. I remember her fixating on the turkey…that it was still raw on the counter.

One of these evenings, still unwilling to go home, she asked if she could stay the night at my house. Of course I agreed, and my parents were understanding. We decided to make a night of it, in the limited way that teenagers still living with their parents can, and to get her mind off of it we went downtown, which was within walking distance of my home.

We were out enjoying the cool autumn evening, strolling down Main Street, when suddenly she began to panic. She thought she saw her father just down the block, and her fear was so vivid that she immediately leapt behind a building, pulling me with her. She was shaking, and I remember that her long fingernails were digging into my hands so deeply, I thought she would break the skin.

She begged me to stay, to hide with her, until she was sure he was gone. She apologized about keeping me there, and asked for just a little more time, until she felt safe enough to go. It got dark, and then darker, and finally when she was ready, we left our hiding spot and made a slow, awkward trek back to my house.

When we got back home, my father was furious. He hadn’t set any specific curfew, but it was understood that I should be home before it got too dark, and he had been worried sick about where I was (this was in the days before cell phones). He screamed at me in a way that I hadn’t been yelled at in years, didn’t give me a chance to explain, informed me that I would never let it happen again, and left the room.

As we began to prepare the fold-out couch, tears filled me until I couldn’t hold them in any longer, and they poured out of me in a stream of sobs. I was trying desperately to hold it back, to keep from crying like a blubbering idiot in front of my friend, but I couldn’t control myself. It came whether I wanted it to or not, like a flood.

My friend ended up comforting me through it. She, who no more than a day ago had been physically beaten by her drunk father for trying to do something nice for him, and who just an hour ago was cowering in fear because she thought she saw a glimpse of him on the street. She was comforting me, who had just been chewed out verbally for the first time in years. My father’s only crime was that he cared about my safety. Her father’s crimes were much worse.

I don’t think that I have ever again been as embarrassed as I was in that moment. I had it easy compared to her, I knew it, and I could see it plainly…the events of that evening had ingrained it in my brain. If ever there was a stark contrast showing the types of discipline fathers can lay on their daughters, that would be it. But of the two of us, I was the one crying, and she was the one offering a shoulder.

The thing is, the emotion I felt didn’t come from my brain, it came from somewhere much more primal. While my brain was thinking analytically, weighing evidence against evidence, bad against worse, and worrying about the reactions of the particular audience in the room and how she might judge me for this; my heart cared only for the fact that the father I love had just spoken to me in anger. My heart cared that I had hurt him, and broken his trust, and that he had hurt me in return. It couldn’t care less what happened to anyone else that week, or who else in the world might have more cause than me to cry. It was worried only about the love it felt the need to give and receive, and whether or not that stream of love was fluid and unbroken.

So when you ask whether it’s a valid argument that one should be happy with their life because there are people much worse off, then yes, absolutely it’s a valid argument. A perfectly reasonable, sound, and logical argument. But it doesn’t matter in the slightest.

Our happiness, sorrow, fear, anger, jealousy, and other primal emotions don’t listen to valid arguments. You can throw validity at it all day, but if you’re broken-hearted because you lost someone you love, the fact that someone else on the other side of the world just lost ten people they love doesn’t make that grief go away. Sometimes, it can make you feel even worse.

A valid argument cannot prevent pain, but it can help. Logic can help guide the heart, or help heal it. It can offer peace of mind, or give you reasons for which to be happy, reasons to keep in mind and strive for. It can help give your grief, anger, frustration or jealousy a shorter lifespan. And if you truly accept it, it can change the way you see the world and your place in it.

But never let logic or valid arguments prevent you from reacting to something negative in an emotional way. You have a right, as a human being, to react to the things that hurt you. You even have a right to become sad or angry about them, though that may not be the type of person you wish you could be. In my opinion, it’s what you do afterward that determines how thankful a person you are. Do you continue to dwell on it? Or do you take what you can from it, find some peace, and move on?”

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I think it is so true, that logic cannot overcome what you feel. my favorite line is

“You have a right, as a human being, to react to the things that hurt you. You even have a right to become sad or angry about them, though that may not be the type of person you wish you could be. In my opinion, it’s what you do afterward that determines how thankful a person you are. Do you continue to dwell on it? Or do you take what you can from it, find some peace, and move on?”

Why?

Because when I have dispute with my boss, I am okay to be told what to do what I don’t like, to accept my boss’ arguments how ridiculous it is, but I will not listen to anyone telling me what to feel. If am angry with the decision, i will accept and follow my boss decision, but don’t expect me showing a happy face. That is my right how to feel.

Apart from that, this answer also shows that we should never comfort a sad person with line “Jangan sedih lah, lihat tuh masih banyak orang yang lebih susah daripada lu”. Comforting a sad person by saying he cannot be sad because his reason is INVALID is a BAD MOVE. It will only make the person feel worse. Every person has the right to be sad.

What i learn from this answer? next time I try comforting people, best strategy is to avoid using any logic, let him/her take his/her moments, admitting that he/she has right and valid reason to be sad, and remind him to get back up, and moves on with life. Shit does happen once in a while.

Learn A Thing Everyday (LATE) Project

I am a person who believes that in order to grow I need to learn new things everyday. It might be related to my job, to solve problems, to do things better, to adopt better life principles, or even as light as learning what I like as a hobby, which has no correlation to anything I am doing. I believe learning makes individual become interesting person. Learning create stories.

However, that very kind of principle does not run smoothly everyday. There are some days that I do routines, forget to learn and when the days goes out, I am too tired to do anything else but sleep, hence nothing new is learned.

Suddenly this idea struck me this morning, what if I write down at least one thing i learn everyday. This way, my mind will keep aware to find new thing, so I’ll have something to write and publish. So was born this project, LATE, short for Learn A Thing Everyday.

Beside pushing myself to learn, this project will serves as a reminder to me, what i have learned. Hopefully it will be useful in the future when i bump into problems, dilemmas, or similar situation to my past. So this acts as documentation.

I also had heard somewhere a quote goes like this “Our life is too short to make all mistakes to learn from. Learn from others”. I will be glad if my learning is also useful for others, so others can avoid mistakes I made or learn what i do well.

Learning itself is a process. Insight from my experience can change overtime, sometime it become contradictory. Sometimes it will even be wrong. So, please use your personal filter when you read my learning.

I don’t know if this is only a temporary excitement, if this is do-able, or what challenges might come in my way running this project, so as a start, this project will have a time span of 100 days. If it succeed, I may extend the project life, if don’t, then I am sorry.