I’ve had the DIY treadmill desk for almost four weeks now.
A few days ago, the Internet called me up and asked “How it going?”
Well, Internet, let me tell you: it’s going.
It’s interesting. I’d highly recommend it.
But. Some warnings: it’s still not entirely natural, even after a month. I have to devote a small bit of brain to the feet still, and sometimes it’s too much. That might just be me: I have the attention-span of a very young gnat who has never had to concentrate at all in its small gnat life; it’s pretty bad. I’m extremely flighty and non-linear. My brain sort of goes off without me sometimes. (Twitter and other “services” haven’t helped.)
The making-my-feet-move is just one more thing to stuff into my flighty brain, and sometimes it takes me up to the tipping-point where I realize that I’m unaccountably annoyed for some unspecified reason; and then I realize what the reason is. It’s that I haven’t been focussing properly for the past ten minutes because I’m too busy walking. And then I turn off the power. And stand there, and work. And then it’s OK.
Don’t get me wrong: we’ve all been sitting at our desks surfing the internet or staring into space and realized that our attention wandered away ten minutes ago and you have to go and find it and kick it until it crawls back and asks for forgiveness. This is just another manifestation of that; I don’t actually think humans are geared for doing long stretches of a single task like we now do. Our brains take a holiday when they’re full, and we can’t really stop them. This is the same thing, just in a different way.
It simply requires accommodation; nothing’s free. But it takes some getting used it; there’s definitely a threshold.
The second warning: OH GOD my back. The second week my back felt AWFUL. It was the treadmill’s fault: I was unconsciously leaning forward and tensing up as I worked. The walking motion was just totally the wrong reinforcement, and my neck seized up like the motor of a 1983 Hyundai Pony on a hot day in July. Much ice and ibuprofen later and I’m fine; and now I’m really conscious of my posture, because holy crap, as soon as I start to lean and tense, I really feel it in my shoulders. Now that I know what not to do, it’s fine.
Fitness-wise, well, here’s the thing. It’s excellent. I’ve put on stupid amounts of muscle, and I’ve lost almost ten pounds.
I’ve only been doing between 45 minutes and 1.5 hours per day on it. I expected I’d do more, but it turns out that I’m out, walking around, sitting in meetings etc. actually a lot; and as mentioned above, I take breaks. And it’s been hot in the office. So every day I feel guilty that I haven’t done 3+ hours of walking because I’m here, right? In the office for 7 hours a day, why am I not walking the whole time?? Then I realize that that’s STUPID. I’ve replaced a huge chunk of time at my desk with standing/striding. Huge. It is an hour of exercise that I simply wasn’t getting before, like, at all. It’s significant. I think my heart will thank me (and my hot gams, which are definitely getting some definition as a result of the increased activity.)
It’s true what they say about how it improves your productivity: I experimentally sat all day yesterday, and by 3:00 I was ready to die. I was exhausted, annoyed, hot. I’d forgotten to take my lunch break, again, and my eyeballs felt all gritty. I was in a foul mood. Not pretty.
But when I’m using the treadmill, that happens far less. I still get tired, but I don’t get that epic awful tired. I’m alert and able to work right through the day, and still feel energetic when I close the office door behind me.
I truly believe that, despite the attention-splitting thing, the treadmill has made me more productive (seriously, man, yesterday was a total write-off, and I blame the sitting.) Even though my attention is crazy bad, I find myself more able to yank myself back to do things when my mind does wander: self-talk, like “So, what should you be doing right now? DO IT!” is way, way easier now.
I’m more motivated. I’m getting fitter. AND nobody at work seems to think it’s weird, which surprised the heck out of me.
So. I’d definitely recommend it.
UPDATE: Hey, visitors from Proggit! Here’s a link to the original post about setting this up, with a photo of my setup at the bottom.


UBC
Now that I work at UBC I feel like I have some investment in our branding. A lot, really. Why? Well, I’ve got to, like, use it. And so I care. More-with-love-than-with-sorrow, then, I’ve got to say: it sucks.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure people have spent lots of time working on it. This isn’t to impugn their efforts or anything. Or maybe it is? I don’t want to get a reputation or anything here for being a jerk or nothing.
I’m familiar with the compromises that get made when dealing with higher-level decision-makers, especially ones who are academics (I think even they would agree that they love to argue, even about things wildly out of their field.) I’m sure that the various committees looked long and hard for something that everybody didn’t hate and went with it.
I know how it works. And how, sometimes, it doesn’t work.
1. UBC Blue and UBC Grey
The Dullest Dull in Dullsville.
We’ve got to talk about this, UBC. Who sits in their office in the jewel of the Pacific Northwest, the most gorgeous, scenic city in Canada — sounded by ocean, evergreen forests, flowering shrubs and plants as early as February each year, in a city stuffed full of beautiful architecture and vibrant communities, on a campus full of trees and brilliant people — and thinks “Dark and brooding, like a Vancouver winter. That should be our colour scheme!”
There’s something terribly drab about UBC’s colour-choice of dark blue and grey that makes me want to commit suicide after a solid two weeks of drizzly, cold, overcast days. I mean, I get that it rains here. All Vancouverites are pretty much living in an ongoing overblown joke about the rainshadow effect. Goddamn the five mountain ranges that stack up behind this fair city like waves marching into shore, causing every cloud within a thousand klicks to converge above us and cheerfully douse us with their contents, 200+ days a year. I get that. But to make this the basis of your branding? NO.
Not only that, but it seems that whoever designed the website and literature eschewed all those high-falutin things like detail and shading, and decided that big solid blocks of dark colour were the way to go. Oh, and let’s mix that with light-grey text links on a white background for the full, boring effect:
How interesting!
UGH.
The UBC web presence actively irritates me every time I have to do something on the site. It’s so… so… BLAH. I mean, it’s not awful, considering. And given what they have to work with (GREY, for god’s sake), I think they’ve done an alright job. But did nobody tell them that they could use other colours? There’s a whole wheel full of them! Brand consistency is important, but for crying out loud: dark blue blocks of colour, grey buttons and background? SNORE.
Some of the department pages have managed to take UBC’s drab, boring, bleak templatey look and feel and make it alright, mostly by doing things TOTALLY DIFFERENTLY, things that don’t really match the main look and feel at all:
Pretty, right? Look: COLOURS!
Awkward layout aside, look: more colours, sort of!
I like the first one best, by far – it’s very pretty, and would be perfect without that huge heavy dominating dark blue paperweight at the top. The second one toes the line with the branding more than the first, but it’s OK too (awkward layout aside.) Yet notice that the most interesting thing on this page are the yellow and teal callouts. The rest follows the blue/blue/grey rainy theme (although I think I spy a gradient, even! WOW!)
Alas, the grey background still clashes with the dark-blue bar wherever you are on the site, and no amount of creative sub-templating will make that less of a snooooore.
Hilariously, the A Place of Mind sub-site — wherein they attempt to sell the branding – does not follow the branding at all. (That’s to its credit, because it makes it actually look nice.) But note: it even uses a different hue of blue! That’s nuts! But they ditch the grey background:
Pretty!
Grey... ish. But also, other things.
They can go on about “brand consistency” all they like, but this subsite totally flaunts that. (Say, can we switch to this colour scheme instead? Look! Brown! Green! Light blue (not grey)! A gradient, for god’s sake! It’s not perfect — still not tones I would have chosen — but the look is so much better.
Anyway. I don’t know why they’d would go against their own branding so wildly; I can only think that there’s some inter-departmental war going on, and these pages represent organizational sniping of the highest order. Either that, or people need to visit each others’ cubicles once in awhile. BUT I DIGRESS.
2. A place of mind
UBC said that it chose this phrase to be “deliberately evocative.”
But… What does “A place of mind” actually evoke? Seriously. A friend commented that it sounded “a bit cheesy.” Indeed it does. It’s an awkward phrase, conjuring “Peace of mind” but not really. And yet, maybe it’s sort of related to “a piece of [my] mind”? (I’m giving one ofthose right now. Hey, it works! Or wait…)
Ok, ok. I get the whole “We’re the place where you come to think about stuff!” But nothing about the current phrase says any of the words that UBC’s market research said UBC was about: “open” “bold” “connected” “adventurous” “globally-aware and respected”. Instead, we get a tagline that says that we’re just some place, somewhere. Anywhere.
Did they just mean to imply like we’re the Zeller’s of the academic world? A place of shop; a place of shoe. A place of low-priced kitchen and bathware? A place of, I don’t know, you know? Regardless of its meaning, or lack thereof, the phrase as a phrase doesn’t move, inspire, or convey any sort of dynamic process. It’s limp. It just sites there. Thud.
Maybe I’m not getting it. Maybe if we dissect it we’ll discover its bildungstrieb, that mysterious force animus that makes it go. Let’s take it in parts:
A place. We’re not the place of mind; we’re just one of many. You know. You could come here. Or not. Whatever. This is technically correct; there are lots of other Places of Mind – my mind, yours, oh, and SFU… And philosophically, I agree that we’re not the place either: mind is everywhere (unless you’re a philosophical materialist, of course). Or it’s all in your head. Or whatever.
But I’m not sure that “you know, whatever” is the inspirational drive that UBC wants to impart here.
It sucks, OK? I’m pretty certain that the word “place” was used at the prodding of somebody with a specialization in humanities; those people (like me) love taking ordinary words and making them Mean Things. And there is a very specific and technical Meaning of the word place in the humanities. It has much broader (and, let’s face it, interesting) connotations than any of the more colloquial usages. Alas, we’re not all geography majors.
Sorry: unless you’re Joss Whedon’s production company, geeky heavily-laden in-jokes should not a slogan make. A brand should always be outward-facing. This one’s pretty inaccessible. And thus, bad.
of mind… do you mind? Mind the gap. I’m feeling mindful… I mind! I don’t mind! Do I mind? I think I do. Clearly, I must! But I digress, again.
This fragment is as bad as the first. It doesn’t really conjure thinking as much as it does that itchy annoying feeling you get when you’re stuck next to some smelly mouth-breather on the bus. Which I do mind, thank you very much.
If you want to get technical again, well: what sort of mind are we talking about? Any kind of mind? A specific kind? Your mind? Mine? THE HIVE MIND! Er, I’m not sure, but it doesn’t seem to refer to any special, dynamic, vibrant, specific sense of mind or minds.
Thud, thud, thud.
How about: making minds! There’s an alright phrase… A cliché, sure! But its meaning is at least obvious. It’s active. We’re doing something. That “s” makes a world of difference; it makes it travel. Hmm. No?
Oh, well. I know there’s something better out there somewhere, just waiting to take the place of this tired, limp phrase.
It matters
Branding matters. It sets the tone for everything: signage, business cards (which are another piece of uninspired awful; see?), not to mention web designs and posters and commercials.
UBC’s branding at the moment is brought to you by the words “drab” and “thud.” I think it needs a re-think. Nobody would mind, especially not at my place.