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When Quantity >= Quality

Its been mildly annoying to me that I've let work and well...laziness..get in the way of blogging...yet again, but inspired by this post from the ever-entertaining Jeff Atwood, I'm resolving (for the umpteenth time) to blog much more.

He makes the point well, but essentially its a well-explained version of "Practice make Perfect."
He reference this great story below from the book, Art & Fear

"The ceramics teacher announced on opening day that he was dividing the class into two groups. All those on the left side of the studio, he said, would be graded solely on the quantity of work they produced, all those on the right solely on its quality. His procedure was simple: on the final day of class he would bring in his bathroom scales and weigh the work of the "quantity" group: fifty pound of pots rated an "A", forty pounds a "B", and so on. Those being graded on "quality", however, needed to produce only one pot - albeit a perfect one - to get an "A".

Well, came grading time and a curious fact emerged: the works of highest quality were all produced by the group being graded for quantity. It seems that while the "quantity" group was busily churning out piles of work - and learning from their mistakes - the "quality" group had sat theorizing about perfection, and in the end had little more to show for their efforts than grandiose theories and a pile of dead clay."



While its not quite clear to me what I'm practicing for, I do like the idea of writing (and blogging) better and more impactfully. If that means, I need to put out a lot of posts until I get better, so be it! Let's put a number out there too: an average of at least 1 post a day measured over any month: starting yesterday.

Its not like anyone is reading anyway!:)

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Isaac said…
"Its not like anyone is reading anyway" --- oh yes they are :-)
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