Pomodoro and Productivity Tools – Why not more integration

I have taken a short break from building my AI Bot due to work.  Sometimes priorities take over.  Which led me to wanting to make a quick note.

 I have been using many productivity tools over the years: currently I use OmniFocus more than others.  I have tried Things 3, Todoist and other apps.  All very good and do things somewhat differently.

I am also waiting to see what happens with OmniFocus 3 this year.

I have also tried many Pomodoro technique apps on my computer or iPhone or iPad.  I love the way it helps to focus and chunk your time.

The question I have is why are the two practices not more tightly integrated.  I would hope that if I had a task in OmniFocus I was working on ( whether i allocate time slices or not to it ) that I could initiate a Pomodoro time window to work on the task.

All of the current productivity tools are lacking this integration point.  I do realize many people may not use the Pomodoro technique to do work but I would think that there is a large group of people wanting this functionality.

There have been attempts to integrate through things like Vitamin-R and other apps, but it is awkward and not tightly integrated in a seamless way.

I am still hopeful and holding back purchases until someone steps forward to do this integration of GTD and Pomodoro to allow us to be more productive in an active direct way.

Alternate Posting due to upcoming Scottish Referendum

Now, I know I typically will make small comments and observations about technology and primarily ECM.  However, being of Scottish heritage and being aware of the upcoming referendum I thought I would share this wee note.

 

Campaigning versus Voting!

 

          

While walking down the street one day a Member of Parliament is tragically hit by a truck and dies.


His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.

‘Welcome to heaven,’ says St. Peter.

‘Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we’re not sure what to do with you.’

‘No problem, just let me in,’ says the man.

‘Well, I’d like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we’ll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.’

‘Really, I’ve made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,’ says the MP.

‘I’m sorry, but we have our rules.’

And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course.

In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.

Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.

They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.

Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly & nice guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes.

They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.

Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises….

The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.

‘Now it’s time to visit heaven.’

So, 24 hours pass with the MP joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing.  They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.

‘Well, then, you’ve spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity.’

The MP reflects for a minute, then he answers: ‘Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell.’

So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.

Now the doors of the elevator open and he’s in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above.

The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. ‘I don’t understand,’ stammers the MP. ‘Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time.

Now there’s just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable.  What happened? ‘

The devil looks at him, smiles and says, ‘ Yesterday we were campaigning….. 

Today you voted.

 

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