The most productive people work for 52 minutes at a time, then break for 17 minutes before getting back to it.

The employees with the highest productivity ratings, in fact, don’t even work eight-hour days. Turns out, the secret to retaining the highest level of productivity over the span of a workday is not working longer—but working smarter with frequent breaks.

The makers of a productivity app examine their user data to extract “the rule of 52 and 17.” This, of course, is nothing new – previous productivity studies of elite violinists have found that the best of them work in 90-minute chunks separated by 20-minute breaks.

Pair with some handy tips on how to master the pace of being productive, but don’t forget that presence is a greater art than productivity

(HT Quipsologies)

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Anónimo preguntó:

15

15: talk about the time you feel content.

Bring me back to the US; June 2013-June 2014. It’s unbelievable how things have changed throughout the time period.

The autumn breeze that caresses your cheeks as you wait for school, the leaves that turn onto different colours as though they are blushing. Some red, some brown. The smell of pumpkins and halloween atmosphere is felt.

Then abruptly came Boreal, blowing frigid air onto the atmosphere which brings with it the snow fairies. They fly as though they are dancing, dancing to the music played by the breeze.

Bring me back to Pentagon’s Row, where I had my first date ever. It was 3 days after Christmas, I was nervous beyond any relief. Having hit off with this girl whom I met at a Christmas feast, I decided that an outing won’t hurt. we iceskated together. Apparently, she’s what Ne Yo would call Miss Independence. No kiss or any other barometer kids my age would use as signal that the date went well. I had a good time with the feeling that my brain expanded with every word she said.
3 months later, she’s on her holiday. She decided to go up north and visited her mum and me. She had a friend along with her. Pentagon Row once again became a silent witness to my personal development, as it was where I hold a girl’s hand for the first time.

All the time in the world was ours.

Thanks for the chance to talk about this, anon. Stay awesome mate. This may have been tainted with romanticisation by the way.

I’M JUST GONNA TITLE THIS ONE ‘THE EXPERIMENT’.

benedoodle-cumberpoodle:

WHAT IS AIR?

YOU GOT YOUR SEX ADDICTS

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YOU GOT YOUR GEEKS

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YOU GOT YOUR FOREIGNERS

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YOU GOT YOUR ALIENS

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YOU GOT YOUR BASKETBALL PLAYERS

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YOU GOT THE PEOPLE WHO THINK YOU’RE HIGH WHEN YOU’RE JUST FROM TUMBLR

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YOU GOT YOUR VOLDEMORTS

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YOU GOT YOUR INDIAN PEOPLE WHO THINK OMEGLE IS A GAME SHOW

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AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST YOU GOT YOUR FELLOW TUMBLR TROLLS

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YOU GOT YOUR CAPTAIN OBVIOUS

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You got your Voldemorts

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unrealisticdepictionsofme:

bubblepoopswamp:

Okay everyone. Do you see this?
Do you see these two words?
They do not mean the same thing.
Can we all decide to stop using “gay” as a synonym for bisexual, since they’re completely different things? Bisexuality is not the same concept as homosexuality, nor is it a subset of it.

That aside I’m all for bi Spiderman

unrealisticdepictionsofme:

bubblepoopswamp:

Okay everyone. Do you see this?

Do you see these two words?

They do not mean the same thing.

Can we all decide to stop using “gay” as a synonym for bisexual, since they’re completely different things? Bisexuality is not the same concept as homosexuality, nor is it a subset of it.

That aside I’m all for bi Spiderman

(vía drhairball)