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Multitasking: Charles Emerson Winchester was right

May 30, 2014

https://i1.wp.com/www.endedtvseries.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/stiers.jpgIf you want something done, they say, ask a busy person. But not a person doing several things at once. The results will probably not be either terrific or timely.

Until very recently, that goddess with multiple arms was the deity of working mothers and American commerce in general. How inefficient to do one thing at a time! Why go to bed at 10 when you can stay up working until 11, 12, 1 am? We boast about reading email while dashing to a meeting or cooking a meal while negotiating a deal and chasing an unruly child. As if that’s a good thing.

To cut down on those lengthy hours, or at least to get more done in general, Americans multitask. It’s a badge of honor. And it seems to work: We are the most productive people on the planet, according to sociologists and economists. Our productivity has skyrocketed in recent decades.

But at what cost? And individually—rather than in terms of GDP—how productive are we, really?

Not very, says Brigid Schulte, the Washington Post reporter who recently wrote Overwhelmed: Work, Love, and Play When No One Has the Time. “Studies find that your brain literally cannot pay attention to two things at the same time with equal weight,” she says. “You’re not giving either thing your full attention. So instead of doing one thing well, you’re doing two things poorly.”

Like walking and chewing gum at the same time, as the old joke goes? Or driving and texting, perhaps? (Crash.) Maybe we’ve known this for a while without wanting to admit it.

Many people can write while playing music at low volume. When Washington had a smooth jazz station, that worked well for me. Anything with words collides with the words in my head. Unfortunately, that includes commercials. So now I work without musical accompaniment unless the work is something I don’t have to think much about—brainless collecting/gathering, for instance.

A much bigger distraction is right there on the computer, though, lurking behind the project of the hour. “I’m a sucker for Facebook, a sucker for checking my emails, a sucker for reading other blogs and a sucker for just about every other random thing you can do on the Internet,” writes Joe Warnimont of the blog Writing With Warnimont. “If this sounds like you, check out ZenWriter. Like bug spray, it’s a repellent and not a deterrent, but I was amazed at the software’s ability to shut out all my usual computer distractions and allow me to focus on writing.” Other possibilities I’ve heard of are Freedom, WriteRoom, and JDarkRoom.

To underline the point: As bestselling novelist Jonathan Franzen once said, “It’s doubtful that anyone with an Internet connection at his workplace is writing good fiction.”

But my purpose here is not to discuss distractions, exactly; it’s to discuss multitasking and how its inherent distractions keep us from doing a good job on any one thing. We have one main task at any one time, whether it’s researching a project or driving to a destination. The new thinking is that it’s not more efficient to accomplish two or more tasks at once (because we’re really not)—rather, like Major Winchester on M*A*S*H, we should do one thing at a time, do it very well, and then move on.

Partly for all the positive reasons, and partly to avoid negative consequences. When people have too much on their minds, they start losing track. This is stressful. Things go wrong. This is more stressful. (Lorraine Feather wrote an entire song called “Where Are My Keys.” Spoiler alert: She never does find them.) “Stress is literally the most toxic situation for your brain,” Schulte wrote in the Washington Post Magazine. The Yale Stress Center did MRI brain scans and found that people who experienced stressful events and perceived constant stress had 20 percent smaller brain volume than people who were not stressed.

No wonder Lorraine can’t find her keys. She did come up with a good song about it, though, which makes me think she must have relaxed, meditated, lowered the music volume, kept electronic time-wasters to a minimum, exercised, had fun with friends, and taken the other advice out there for lowering stress.

At the top of most of those lists: Stop multitasking!

Copyright 2014 Ellen M. Ryan. All rights reserved.

Going Forward, Part 2

July 14, 2012

I’m not against cliches. Not all of them, not all the time. After all, usually, there’s a reason a phrase becomes a cliche: It works. “Ballpark figure.” “Jump the gun.” “Whole hog.” “Man’s best friend.” These all came from somewhere, sometime, when they made perfect sense or were clever or painted a picture for the audience (is that a cliche?). It’s only when they caught on and everyone started using them – and, often, they outlived their original meaning – that many of them lost their point, not to mention their edge, and caused people to grit their teeth. Or should.

Take “it’s not rocket science.” Doesn’t bother me. Like “it’s not brain surgery,” it says what it means: “It” (whatever “it” is) isn’t an intricate advanced procedure requiring great study, precision, and practice. It’s just – well, it is what it is. (Ugh. Sorry.) A few years ago, I came up with “it’s not rocket surgery,” which made Dennis laugh, but somebody else gave me a look like I’d used the wrong phrase, and I realized that there’s always someone who misses the point.

Many cliches are misunderstood, and users have no idea what they’re saying. A former boss and I used to giggle when a colleague said, “We need to nip that in the butt!” How many non-Christians know the origin of “doubting Thomas”? For that matter, how many Jews and Christians know how old is “old as Methuselah”? I know mainly because of “It Ain’t Necessarily So” as sung by the W&L Glee Club.

Bet kids today (there’s one) have no idea where “from scratch,” “stubborn as a mule,” “wild goose chase,” “win friends and influence people,” “keep your powder dry,” “15 minutes of fame,” and “chomping at the bit” came from. On the other hand, I’m pretty vague on “whole ball of wax,” “the real McCoy,” “call a spade a spade,” “whole kit and kaboodle,” “at loggerheads,” and “dead as a doornail” (were doornails in the habit of moving?). To me, the real McCoy is on Law & Order, and a Spade looks an awful lot like Philip Marlowe.

I’m sure I use plenty of cliches without giving it a thought. It’s always instructional to see a Shakespeare play for the first time and realize, “That’s where that comes from?” (Lisa and I looked at each other with that thought several times at Julius Caesar last year.) With so many cliches, there are some I’ve never heard of. Being a Yankee, I’d never heard “all hat, no cattle” until George W. Bush’s 2000 campaign. What a great expression! “All that and a bag of chips” was even newer to me, which is why I still find it delightful. (Odd, but delightful.) A list of cliches offers “hell-bent for leather,” “in the tank,” “rope a dope,” “talk turkey,” and “week of Sundays,” all of which I’ve heard at least once, and “bib and tucker” and “running dog lackey,” which I haven’t – but I don’t know what any of them means. (Okay, “in the tank” for a candidate means to be fully in favor of him or her, and “talk turkey” means to get down to brass tacks, but I don’t know why.)

Cliches can be fun. It’s a morning amusement to listen to the inarticulate players in the radio sports report, the ones who say that they came to play and the opponents are a very physical team. The incomparable Lorraine Feather collected dozens of these for her hilarious song “Hit the Ground Runnin’.” Every once in a while someone writes a column explaining the names of movies, books, or plays or noting how many common sayings go back to the Bible or, again, Shakespeare. Paul Dickson has made a career out of this with such books as The Dickson Baseball Dictionary and War Slang: American Fighting Words and Phrases Since the Civil War. On the other hand, on some mornings I believe I could play Other Political Party Bingo while reading the election-year coverage as they pull out every hackneyed bugaboo in (ahem) the book. When we say something, it’s true. When they say something, it’s absurd – not to mention unoriginal.

If I were writing the usual column on cliches, I’d finish by advising that readers avoid them like the plague or not use them going forward. But that would be … you know. Instead, I’ll let you in on a secret known only to current or former dairy-farm people like me. If you do something until the cows come home, you don’t have to do it all day. Just til about 4 pm in winter and 4:30 in summer.

Copyright 2012 Ellen M. Ryan. All rights reserved.