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23
Nov 08

Debrief: Blog Week

Succcess! The fact that I accomplished my goal and wrote once a day is victory enough, but I there are a few other successes here. Firstly, my writing was pretty long. I thought I would end up having to BS some one-paragraph-ers, but I never did.

I did have quite a bit of trouble squeezing in the time one night, so I ended up writing an improvised narrative. This was a bit of a disappointment, because I decided partway through the week that the skill that I wanted to work on this week was writing essays. So in a sense this post was something of a sell-out. Interesting, though it was the fastest write, i think that it’s the most interesting read. This either means that, as I’ve suspected, I’m not very good at writing essays (both at making them interesting and at writing them quickly), or that I’m good at writing narratives. Or maybe narratives are just easier both to write and read in general (this isn’t hard to believe). Certainly I would make a whole other marathon out of narrative writing. Maybe use a process like I did for my modernism project a couple years ago, where I improvise a story, then polish it.

I need to develop a mechanism for justifying the both lack of length and lack of completeness of thoughts. Experience suffers from a lack of both, but I think that it’s nonetheless an interesting idea, and worth writing about. These kinds of pieces can be meant to provoke the reader to explore the topic themselves, or even to discuss with others. I want to allow myself to do more thinking out loud, because I know that writing things out often helps organize my thoughts (that was one of the goals of this marathon week). This could be a really interesting format, where I just record my stream of consciousness while I reflect on an issue that I’m unsure about.

So let’s keep the momentum going. School is about to get crazy for the next couple weeks, but I want to make my crop rotation a priority as well. I’m going to keep blogging, but now I’m going to explore my above stream of consciousness ideas. Maybe I’ll extend this into finals week, so that I can trace the way that my logical process becomes altered as I slip into insanity.


22
Nov 08

Getting my Electronic Life in Order

The following things will bring me closer to productivity zen and computing flow. I feel like I hit this point right before I made the switch to linux, and I haven’t quite caught up again since. Part of this is a lack of effort to research and implement the necessary systems. Part of it is that I’ve increased my standards. And let’s be honest, part of it is that open source software is lagging behind by just a bit in some of these domains. We’re close to having Time Machine for Linux, but let’s face it: we’re just not quite there yet.

Implement a file backup system.
Perhaps some version of this. I want two on-site backups and one off-site. I’ll settle for one on and one off. I want these backups to be incremental (they don’t re-copy files that haven’t been changed since the last backup) and versioned (they keep old copies of files, in case I want to roll back to an earlier version). I want this to happen almost entirely automatically, and nightly. If I have an internet connection, my laptop automatically uses a tiny slice of my bandwidth to backup to my off-site backup server. If a certain external drive is plugged in, same thing, though I’ll also settle for these things just happening at 3 in the morning every day. I want to be notified when I haven’t backed up in 7 days. Same for when my hard drive hasn’t been checked recently.
Also, I want to use versioning to synchronize files, especially programming projects (but also papers, etc), across machines. More on synchronization later.

Implement a to do list system
When I was still using my treo 650, I was on top of this. I recorded my tasks based on what resources they required. I had a list of all the phone calls I needed to make, all of the emails I needed to send, all of the things that I needed to look up online, all of the errands I needed to run, etc. There are a few similar bits of software for the iphone, but I haven’t found one that I love yet. I’m looking for something fast (not really possible at all on the iphone, in my experience) and something that will sync with Sunbird (probably through ScheduleWorld or something).
I’m seriously considering downgrading back to my treo for this and a couple other reasons (can’t beat the speed and the tactile querty). I’d much rather get an Openmoko Freerunner, that way I’ll still be able to get email and web browse on the go, but hopefully it’ll be a little snappier, and it’ll almost certainly play better with my linux laptop. None of the available solutions are ideal at this point, and I blame proprionormativity.
It may be that I just need to start writing things down in my little moleskine. That seems to work fine for a number of people. It’s certainly got its disadvantages, but at least it’s a system, and perhaps it’s what i need in the interim between now and when the Freerunner has some more polished software (and i have the money to purchase one).

Synchronize Everything
I want to be able to add an event to my calendar on my phone, then edit it from my laptop, then confirm the location from another computer attached to the internet. I want to synchronize contacts, calendars, emails, tasks (to-do lists), other “notes” (simple text files). Also, I want to synchronize my feed readers. I love liferea, but I want to be able to read my feeds (and sync read/unread status) on other computers that don’t have it installed (including my cell phone). I want all this synchronization to be coupled with really good offline modes. I want my laptop to slowly download all of my emails while I’m not looking, so that when I don’t have a connection I can still process them and write replies which get sent off once I get a connection again. A really messy mixture of Google Apps, Funambol, ScheduleWorld, Thunderbird, Sunbird, and pixie dust have helped me implement a partial sorta kinda not quite there version of this.

Improved Email
Firefox is gem of open source technology. Thunderbird is “eh.” There are just so many little things. I’ve been so spoiled by gmail. It made searching so easy. And fast. And the way that the threaded view included my own replies. I just can’t live without that functionality now. But I don’t want to depend on gmail anymore. Maybe it’s time to give Evolution a try. Or maybe I should just go full haxor and implement something like alpine.

Take Back my Data
This is part of why I am using open source software. Whenever I add contacts to my address book, or songs to my library, or friends to my facebook, I am making an investment. With closed, proprietary tools, I don’t really own that data. DRM-infested tracks that I add to my music library can become unplayable when I switch players. My facebook friends become useless when I switch to another social network. My address book can be lost when I switch email clients or phone software. These are not all the same issue, but they are related. I want to really be in control of my data, and I want to be able to take it with me so that I’m not tied to any particular networks or pieces of software. For this reason, I want to stop using gmail and host my own email. I want to run my own calendar contact, etc sync server. I want to host my own photos and blog (check [mostly] on that one). I want to back up all this data, and keep it in a number of formats, most of them open. Figuring out how to do this while still staying connected to the social networks is incredibly challenging. I can put my photos up at my gallery2 install, but my flickr friends won’t see them unless I cross-post. Identica and Laconica are making great strides in this field, proving that you can host your own data while still connecting to the network (or, rather, to a few different networks).

I know that I’m not the only one struggling with these things. In some cases the technology is there, but nobody has made it usable and otherwise “pretty” yet. These things can all become a reality, and I do feel like we’re getting close.

So beyond a simple “to do list” for myself, the preceding can be thought of as a challenge to the open source community. Let’s make these things a reality, and let’s make them so easy and intuitive that they become invisible.


21
Nov 08

Fresh from the Stream: Inner Worlock

He was running, with the others right on his tail. He couldn’t stop.

It’s too late now. I could have avoided all of this. But now It’s too late, and I have to run. I need to lose them. I’ll have to re-create myself. Start fresh. This is what I always wanted. But I was too scared. I could have waited longer and figured it out more. Made a better plan for my escape, and decided what I would do once I was free.

But now I’m running. And I’m getting closer to the city. I’ll be able to blend in, but they can call in reinforcements and there will be more people to see me running and suspect things. I need to lose them before we hit the surround wall. Once I come from under the overpass, I need to be nonchalant. There will be so many eyes.

The voices are getting more distant. I dare not look back. Not that it would inform any sort of decision at this point anyway. Either way, I need to keep running like hell. But there must be something to do to throw them off. I have a stolen bottle of shampoo in my backpack. I also have a broken beer bottle, but I need to hold on to that. It’s my only weapon. I planned on using the shampoo to build an explosive eventually. I figured it must be possible because of the way that you can’t carry shampoo on to airplanes. But there will be plenty more time to obtain shampoo once I’m in the city. Once I’m free.

Of course I won’t really be free. It’ll never be the way that it once was. Even after the deed is done. But perhaps that’s better. It took the last 5 years of confinement for me to realize how far I had been from really being free. How strong their hold was on me. They were all in on it. I can’t believe nobody else saw it. But soon I’ll fix it. I just need to get my hands on some more shampoo, and maybe some wire.

The ground is beginning to get more firm. I’ll be able to get a bit of a lead before they come out of the sand. My tracks will become less apparent. I’ll throw the bottle in to the creek to draw them here. Then dash to the right and lay low until they head off in another direction. Hopefully they’ll assume that I stepped through the creek to cross it, and they’ll go left.

I’m laying in the ivy. They’ve hesitated. They suspect something. They are examining the shampoo. The bald one is looking directly at me, but I’m fully in shadow, there’s no way he can see me.

They take off to the left. Someone thought they heard something. Thank god. Through some branches I can see the tower. I start walking. Slowly, quietly. With its rotating floodlight, the tower is like a landlocked lighthouse. We thought it would be such a great thing. We thought it would make us all feel safe and relaxed. They painted it the most disgustingly cheery white.

I have reached the wall. They’ve started locking the gates under the overpasses. Maybe it’s just because it’s night. Luckily the lock is rusted on this one. One calculated tap with a large rock knocks it right off. I waste no time sneaking through, for fear that the sound of the breaking lock had attracted the attention of a guard.

There’s bright light on the other end. And it’s just as I remembered it. Only there’s something disgusting. Something in the pit of my stomach. I know this will never be home again. I wish I had a hat to put on. Instead I just shove my hands in my pockets, bow my head, and walk. I become one with the bustle. Lost in the crowd. I’m free, but in a way it’s worse. In confinement at least I could act like a prisoner. I could cry. I could shout. I could talk to my self. Here I’m just as much of a prisoner, but I have to hide it. Just keep your head down and shut up. All the more reason to be quick about acting. It’s not like I have a place to sleep anyway, and they may have already launched a search party. I remember exactly where the parliament building is. I take a left on main, heading towards the super market. Aisle 7. Hair care.


20
Nov 08

Experience

During the election, there was all this talk about “experience.” It was seen as a necessity for holding office.

But experience is not necessarily valuable. Especially in a system as broken as the US government (see also Change Congress) having the fresh viewpoint of someone from the outside is extremely important. This is something that I am experienced with as an activist. It’s easy to see the faults in a system and become convinced that change is needed, but once you enter the system and gain a position of power, your time in the system makes you complacent and the issues seem less important. This is especially true of the US government, where it could be argued that the system is corrupt to the point that more “experience” implies more corruption.


18
Nov 08

Proprionormativity

In my last post I touched on heteronormativity. At Free Culture Conference 2008, I came up with a new word: Proprionormativity.

I am sharing this because language is power. Having words to succinctly express ideas is extremely empowering to the individual, and extremely useful for any sort of movement. Queer children are tortured by their sexuality until they learn what “gay” or “queer” means, giving them the tools to make sense of their identity.

I think there are similarities between the free software and free culture movements and the gay rights movements (and I’m hoping to reflect on this in another post at some point), but there are also important differences. I say this simply to assert that I don’t claim that proprionormativity is directly related to heteronormativity. I’m simply borrowing the idea.

Examples of proprionormative statements:
“Downloading movies online is illegal.” (assumes that videos are published with closed licenses)
“Windows or mac?” (disregards other operating systems, most of which are open-source)

Surely we Free Culture activists see open source software and openly licensed (ie Creative Commons licensed) media as useful, perhaps even essential. But do we as a society see open licenses as “normal”? How does our language either support or challenge proprionormativity? Normality has to do with both statistics and internalized impressions that become manifest in our language. I argue that we can expedite the movement of openness into a realm of statistical “normality” by using language to assert a social normality (recall that heteronormativity is a real issue despite the statistical “abnormality” of queerness).

One might argue that openness is always going to be abnormal while copyright law is an opt-out system (as it currently is in the US). However, despite the way that the law is constructed, it is extremely common to opt in to copyright. Individuals and corporations almost always include copyright declarations with their work. There is just as much action involved in including a copyright declaration as there is in attaching a Creative Commons license. However, there is less choice involved, because people don’t understand that open licensing is a viable option. This is precisely why we must use language to combat proprionormativity.

Careful attention to our own language, and gentle correction of the language of others can provoke a paradigm shift in the way that we view creativity and technology. Right now, the assumption made by the lay person is that the more valuable zer work is, the more important it is that ze control the rights to copies and derivatives in order to “secure profits”. But we know that allowing people to share and remix only increases the value of a work, and that creators can monetize openly-licensed work. Through the careful use of language that challenges proprionormativity, we can progress society to a point where the average creator sees open licensing as “normal.” Once the artist is made aware that open licensing really is an option, the choice is obvious.


17
Nov 08

Just Words

President-elect Barack Obama talked about words earlier this year.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“You should totally come to this event, there are going to be lots of cute girls.”

I have no reason to be personally offended when people make statements which assume that I’m heterosexual. In fact, I do identify as heterosexual in most contexts. But I know that this assumed heterosexuality is counterproductive to society as a whole. The message sent is that there is something fundamentally off or odd about being queer.

I sometimes accuse people of making statements that are heteronormative. Some people rebut by pointing out that, given simple statistics, heterosexuality is “normal.” I would remind these people that they’re not likely to ask someone of unknown religiosity which local church they go to, despite the fact that Christianity is statistically “normal.”

Relatedly (and, in my opinion, more interestingly), when describing a singular, hypothetical person (or a person of unknown gender), we have a dilemma. “They” is grammatically incorrect, he/she is too long, and “one” is too cumbersome, often requiring sentences to be restructured. Most people just use “he” without even thinking about it. Even women. Indeed, this is traditionally the most grammatically correct option, although it’s probably the least politically correct. “When a person checks a book out from the library, he agrees to return it within two weeks.”

I’ve developed the habit of using the pronoun “she” to describe hypothetical people. I first noticed this being done by Cory Doctorow a couple years ago. A number of other great speakers and authors do this. This practice is brilliant because of the way that it stands out. The listener or reader notices how unexpected the use of a female pronoun is, then, if she thinks critically about it, she notices how absurd it is that male pronouns are so much more acceptable. “He/she” is more inclusive (and perhaps more PC) than “she,” but it doesn’t challenge the audience to reflect on the issue.

Last week, I decided that I’m going to take this a step further. I’m going to start using Ze. It’s even louder than “she” in it’s call to the listener to reflect on the message sent by pronoun use. I anticipate plenty of queries from friends and professors, and I’m excited and prepared to have those conversations. I also anticipate that adopting this practice will take quite a bit of time (to be honest, I have yet to become fully consistent with my use of “she”). While I’m still developing the habit, I see myself being accused of simply looking for attention or trying to sound smart. Well, you have to start somewhere, and anyway, the dialog is always useful. The exercise of altering word choice forces both speakers and

These are just words. But words have both implicit and explicit meaning. Word choice sends a message, and most of this message is processed and internalized entirely subconsciously.

You can either play in to the dominant paradigm, or you can challenge and subvert it. You can make the world a more open and accepting place where everyone, not just the average white heterosexual man, is “normal.” You can fix it, even if it ain’t broke.


17
Nov 08

Doing Things

I recently read this post by Merlin Mann. His name is fitting; he is just a man, and yet his brilliance borders on wizardy. His ability to keep things in perspective is truly inspiring.

I like to do stuff. Especially making stuff. Lots of stuff. Different stuff. But important stuff. Yet I don’t do enough of this stuff. It’s easy to get caught up in schoolwork and other activities that the System expects us to participate in. School is certainly important and valuable for most people, but it’s important to keep perspective. I already wrote about finding empowerment within myself. Emerson wrote about Self-Reliance.

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the things that I do now, what I want to do for the rest of my life, and how my priorities are ordered.

I like writing. Sometimes the essays that I write for class are neat. I played with stream of consciousness writing last year, and I want to keep experimenting with that. I want to write more essays on this blog. I believe that writing helps clarify my thoughts. Giving language to ideas makes them much more useful.

I like artwork. I remix clothing. I make sculpture with cheap and accessible materials like paper, tape, and marker. I take photos and use Free Software to edit them. I like asserting the accessibility of the tools for creation and expression. I like remixing things that we interact with every day so that they tell a story and become a unique work of art.

I like programming. I develop the web. It’s my day job. I like making websites that are pretty and useful. I’m focused on creating websites that empower users to create and update the content themselves, without the help of a web developer (see also Web 2.0). I want to write more Open Source code that people will actually use and build on.

Merlin’s post helped me form a clearer idea of what I want to Do, and it got me thinking about what I can do to Make Things Happen.

I would consider myself a Renaissance Man. Most people would say that, as a college student, it’s time that I start picking and choosing and focusing, for fear that i should become a “Jack of all trades and expert of none.”

But I think that having varying interests is important because information and perspective gained in one field helps form new ideas in other fields. Plus I really like all of the stuff that I Do (or, rather, love Doing but don’t Do enough). I can’t keep up all of my hobbies simultaneously. But I can still pursue all of them indefinitely. I can rotate pursuits, getting really into my photography for a week and maybe doing some web development while I let my sculptural work lie fallow for a bit. A kind of Hobby Crop Rotation.

But I’m having trouble doing anything at all in this new college community where I’m trying to stay on top of my schoolwork and make friends and carve out my Space. I need motivation. Inspiration.

So I came up with a few ideas. Today, I’m launching one of them: Marathons. For a period of X days, i’m going to do one Y per day. Some will suck. Some will be awesome. Some will be well thought-out and formed, and some will be thrown together at the last minute. I have a theory that there’s not necessarily a correlation between the amount of planning ahead that I do and the brilliance of my work (don’t tell my prof when I actually started that midterm paper). It has more to do with my mood and whether or not I can get into the zone. I work better when I approach something casually. Sometimes I can get to a place where the stuff just pours out of me and time passes without me noticing (see also Mihály Csíkszentmihályi and Flow).

So here it goes.

This is Blog Week. A post a day for 7 days. This is day 1.


28
Sep 08

No

So I’m a college student now. I’ve heard “No” quite a few times in the past couple weeks. It’s not necessarily an angry thing. But I still hate it. I hate “No.” As an improvisor, I’ve learned how to say “yes,” and even “yes and.” I learned that humor doesn’t have to involve “no.” As an increasingly socially aware person, I am very sensitive to “No.” I want people to be free and explore and experiment and be themselves instead of being “No”-ed into a mold.

I participated in a phone bank for the Obama campaign. I called some 15-20 numbers and didn’t get a single positive response. New Hampshire residents have apparently been baraged with propaganda from both sides because their votes are so important. To these people picking up their phones, I was just another solicitor. They were not happy to hear from me. “Don’t call here with that crap.” “No, I don’t know who I’m voting for, but if I keep getting these calls I’ll know who I wont be voting for.”

I applied for funding for my trip to the Free Culture conference. I tried a few resources. I wrote a proposal. I got “No”s.

I took three placement exams. “No” advanced placement for any of them.

I tried out for the two campus improv groups. I was sure I was going to get in, until i saw how many other talented improvisors there were in my freshman class. “No.”

I really really hate “No.” I like “Yes.” I like “Yes you can.” Encouragement. “I think that what you are trying to do is extremely important and valuable, even if i can’t help you with it right now.”

I don’t take “No” well. It’s a character flaw. I get depressed and want to quit. I realize that I’ve been lucky to get a whole lot of “Yes” the last few years of my life. I don’t think there’s going to be as much “Yes” from here on out. I want to be on the forefront, making the change. So, in a way, I don’t really want “Yes.” I want to get right in there with all of the “No” and stand tall and fight.

I’m going to work with friends to start a new improv group. I’m going to the Free Culture Conference, even if I have to pay for my travel out of my own pocket. I’m going to kick ass in my intro-level courses and use my exta time to Get Things Done. I’ve registered to vote in New Hampshire, where my vote will really count, and I’ll make sure that all of my friends do the same. This is important stuff. I’m not going to let the “No” slow me down.

My strength can come from my self, not from receiving “Yes.”


4
Mar 08

What do you call…

a person who just got shot with a tranquilizer gun and who favors government systems that emphasize equality over personal freedom?

a calmunist

however, if we had been playing the alliteration game:

sleepy socialist
lethargic leftist
maxed-out marxist


15
Feb 08

Metaphors

warning: emo 16-year-old poetry. not for the feint of heart. may trigger gag reflex.

Then I was alone. Or maybe I had been alone for some time. Maybe I was always alone. I was insufficient. But how should I have known? I put so much into this. Now I understood the poems. The song lyrics. It is like you’ve lost part of yourself. Better to have loved and lost? Why didn’t she just let me in? I should have seen it coming.
Confusion. Pain. The kind where it hurts to stand still. Even sit still. The smiles were fake. Nothing was for sure. No, I don’t want to right now. Yes, I am losing interesting in things I once enjoyed. No, I am not clinically depressed. I don’t want to talk about it. It just wasn’t ready to come out yet.
It was getting harder to hold it in. Some spilled out on a piece of clay. It seems in my frustration I broke my plate in half. It’s a metaphor. That felt good. I made more metaphors. They went over everyone else’s heads. They helped me get my head straight. I could articulate. This was good.
The hole was being filled. Then it was over. No, it’ll never be fully over. But I don’t need the angry music anymore. Smiles dont make me sad anymore. Still alone. But this time it’s a good kind of alone. The old interests return. I’ve gained some new. Like my metaphors. I sit in front of a fresh piece of clay. There aren’t any metaphors inside this one. No more overflowing liquid to pour out. Not even a drop to squeeze out. I guess I should be happy. At least smiles don’t make me sad anymore. Better to have loved and lost?