Oooh mumma. TED kicked off at 2pm today – the first speaker was Nobel Laureate and cracker of the DNA code, James Watson and from then until 6:30 the speakers, stories, ideas, concepts and questions came thick and fast – speakers have just 18 minutes each on stage (there are 50 speakers in four days) and there's no time for q&a. There are some incredible people here, and the whole event has been slightly surreal so far – I've just got back from a cocktail party at Monterey's fabulous aquarium – I was completely zonked with jetlag and hung out with my friend Alex Steffen from WorldChanging.org.
I'm a bit miffed that I'm not feeling on top form. I still have toothache (and an accompanying hamster cheek) and I'm hoping it'll clear up before tomorrow – I'm on stage at three-ish, in the unenviable slot between the hilarious Ze Frank and, er, Bono. I'll let you know how it goes and I'll endeavour to write a little more about this exceptional event before too long…
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The PoleTrack team (soon setting out to ski from Russia to the North Pole via the same route as my solo expedition last spring) are reporting temperatures of 'minus eight and minus nine' and thin ice/open water all the way up to 83 degrees. Jeepers.
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Busy busy busy. Last week: a trip to Cornwall (v. exciting meeting about involving as many schools as possible with the next expedition, followed by a calf-burning, lung-bursting training ride from Newquay to Padstow and back (hi Rhys!)), a speech to IBM, 17 hours of training, a rather exciting operation involving a Russian icebreaker and a helicopter (all will be revealed soon) and a semi-naked photo shoot for Nike ACG (nearly all will be revealed soon).
This week: emergency dental treatment for a gum abscess (ouch), a trip to Monterey, California where I'm speaking at TED, a party hosted by the founders of Google on Tuesday night, a flight back to London on Saturday, a flight to Oslo on Sunday and ten hours of training to fit in (it's a 'recovery' week).
Next week: A flight to Spitsbergen on Monday, three days' dogsledding and skidooing with a handful of Serco employees in Svalbard, a flight back to Oslo (then London) on Wednesday, a flight out to Geneva to give a talk for the Discovery Channel at the awesome looking Whitepod in the Swiss Alps on Thursday, a flight back to London on Friday, a talk at the Destinations Travel Show in Birmingham on Sunday and 16 hours of training.
Meanwhile, scientists have discovered sea ice on Mars.
"This mission has changed many of my long-held opinions about Mars – we now have to go there and check it out."
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This just made my day – the gorgeous Nina Gordon singing NWA's Straight Outta Compton. (Link via Ben Hammersley. In case you've never heard of NWA, be warned, there's a wee bit of swearing…)
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I caught up with Jason Kottke when he was in London recently – at one point, he pulled a tatty piece of paper out of his pocket to check a phone number. 'Yep', he laughed, 'it's my analogue Palm Pilot.
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I'm in a grump because a local pirate radio station has completely wiped out my Radio 4 reception. (When I first moved to London, nearly four years ago, I was over the moon at how many pirate stations were on the air. Mind you, back then they played more jungle and less garage.)
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Paris by night – beautiful panoramic photography (link via Simian Design). I'd love to be able to send a few of these back from Antarctica. Hmm…
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Are polar bears dying out? I saw hardly any bear tracks last year, and the Russians on the northern coast of Siberia said they had seen very few bears that year either…
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First up, an admission. People often assume that I'm a leap-out-of-bed-at-6am, run-ten-miles-before-breakfast, more-than-four-hours-sleep-is-for-wimps kind of chap, but the truth is somewhat different. I hate getting up in the mornings.
On my last expedition, I slept pretty well, which surprises a lot of people. I guess that sheer physical exhaustion overrode the fear of prowling polar bears, the -40 degree cold and the 24-hour daylight; I averaged eight to nine hours of sleep a night. But here's the weird bit – I found it harder and harder to get to sleep at the same time each night, and harder and harder to wake up at the same time each morning; it was as if my body was trying to shift into a 25-hour cycle. I put it down to the lack of true day/night, steadfastly set my alarm for the same time each morning and safety-pinned it inside the hood of my sleeping bag, right next to my ear. Each night, I'd stay up later, repairing kit, reading and scribbling notes in the back of my diary. And each morning, I'd oversleep.
Sleep is a pretty macho issue. The up-and-at-'em go-getters of this world can almost do without it entirely. In 1992, when Clinton was running for president, he boasted that he wanted the presidency so badly that he went 48 hours without sleep. Bob Dole went one further in 1996 with a 96-hour stretch during his campaign. Four-hours-a-nighters include everyone from Madonna to Napoleon and of course Ellen MacArthur sailed non-stop around the world in ten weeks on little more than 20-minute naps. Just think – going from eight to four hours a night would give you an extra two months every year!
So. It's just gone midnight. After I've finished this, I'm going to clean my teeth, set the alarm for 8:30ish (hey, it's a Sunday!) and crash out. And yet, I have a sneaking feeling that despite a healthy eight hours' kip, tomorrow morning will entail pressing snooze at least five times, followed (eventually) by a groggy crawl from the bedroom straight to the coffee maker.
Monday will be different, I tell myself. I'll get an early night. I'll set the alarm for 6am. I'll train before breakfast and I'll be at my desk by 8. Time for a bit of self-discipline! I've gone soft since I left the Army, that's all. Time to get a grip!
Or is it?
I've just stumbled across an absolutely fascinating article on sleep by a chap called Dr. Piotr Wozniak. One of the things he advocates is 'free running sleep' – in essence, going to sleep when you feel like it and waking up when you, er, wake up.
If that sounds like a notion that sits rather awkwardly with your always-on, go-getting 21st-century lifestyle, you might want to take a look at the supremely decadent 'apology' section of Dr. Wozniak's resumé…
I apologize for refusing invitations to conferences. I travel rarely and only to vacation destinations. Otherwise I am entirely stationary. I attended my last conference here in Poznan in April 1999, and the last business meeting in Poznan in Summer 1999. I had my last business teleconference in Fall 1999. Today, I strongly prefer e-mail communication… Freedom from meetings and deadlines makes it easier to use tasklists, proportional schedule, and adjust the timing of mental effort to my body clock.
Please do not see my refusal to attend important business meetings even in my home town as unkind or a sign of not attaching sufficient importance to an issue in question.
For exactly same reasons as above, I do not have a mobile phone; not even for private purposes. If I do not make it available, it is not of ill will. It is solely the question of time management. If I happen not to answer mail personally for a longer time, it comes from the fact that I frequently take "creative vacations" that usually last around two months. In those periods, I intensely focus on one vital problem and work cut off from major distractions. I believe this attitude will be increasingly prevalent in creative professions. It is not dictated by lack of concern for others. It is dictated by efficiency! I apologize to anyone who feels offended.
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