Monday, December 30, 2013

My Dream is Toast

My dream is to open a gourmet toast restaurant. I believe the gourmet toast market has been completely neglected and is grossly underserved.
                                                 
I will serve the finest breads toasted to order. The toasting process will be a technological marvel using lasers and molecular manipulation techniques. No heat coils will be allowed on the premises. The result will be toast perfection: better toast through science.

But inevitability people who come in will ask for butter to put on their toast. You DO NOT put butter on gourmet toast. What an insult. The only reason to use butter on toast is because inferior breads and antiquated toasting processes result in a dry piece of cardboard that cannot be consumed otherwise. My gourmet breads and superior toasting methods eliminate the need for butter or any spread.  But people will ask, and that will piss me off every single day.

So because of that I will not open a gourmet toast restaurant. It will remain just a dream.


Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Undiscovered Treasures

Great works can often go undiscovered because their creator chose not to finish them, decided they were not worthy, or simply moved on to other projects.

  • For an artist, it can mean the discovery of paintings and sketches buried away in a trunk or storage space - or even uncovering an older painting underneath a new one where the artist reused the canvas.
  • For a musician, it can mean the discovery of studio recordings for unreleased songs, early variations of well known songs, or notes on songs or lyrics.
  • For a writer, it can mean the discovery of unfinished and unpublished books, stories, and manuscripts.

These undiscovered works are often treasures in their own right. They can also reveal information about the artist's evolution of thinking, influences, and experimental directions.

This made me think about what "undiscovered" works I may have lying around. There are some partially finished or barely started graphical and artistic ideas. There are notes for blog entries. The ideas that have rattled around in my head for years don't count because there is no tangible progress to discover.

Then it struck me - draft emails. In my job I communicate a lot over email. For any number of reasons, not every email I start composing gets sent.

What would someone uncover if they carried out an "archaeological dig" in my drafts folder? Inspirational words to change a life? Intellectual musings to change the world? Apparently not. Turns out almost all of my drafts fall into this category:



Perhaps that says everything it needs to about me.

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Anatomy of a Comeback

The comeback. Everyone loves a comeback, right? A person or team is down, not performing well, and hope is fading; but then things change, their performance picks up, the deficit is erased, and the result is a victory. Everyone loves that story, except of course where your favorite is on the losing end.

The elements are basic:
  • Starting Point - Everyone starts at a comparable level, relatively speaking
  • Adversity - Events occur that cause one team (or person) to fall behind
  • Turning Point - One or more events signal a reversal in fortune
  • Victory - The successful outcome having triumphed over adversity to prevail in the end
Some may contend that victory is not a requirement, that it can still be considered a comeback even if you fall short of the goal. A moral victory. In competition, a moral victory is still a loss so then the comeback is not a true comeback.

But all comebacks are not created equal. Here are a few types:
  • The Wake Up Call - The same main participants are involved throughout the entire competition. In the beginning (and middle) they are outperformed, causing them to fall behind. Then fortunes turn and they become the outperformers which leads to victory.
  • Addition by Subtraction - Important participants for the opposition are removed from the competition or their ability diminished due to injury or other factors. Because of this, the dynamics of the competition change making the comeback possible.
  • The Hero - New participants in key positions are introduced into the competition or a new plan is put into place, playing an instrumental role in achieving victory.
So which of these is the real feel good story?

The Wake Up Call really means that you dug yourself into a hole and were able to get out of it. You created the deficit that you're now celebrating having overcome. How about not creating the deficit in the first place?  Wouldn't that be a better story?

Addition by Subtraction means that you won only because of hardship suffered by the opposition. Otherwise, you were going to lose. It's still nice to win, but it doesn't reflect well on your ability.

The Hero is the true feel good comeback story, in my opinion. Those who contributed to digging the hole are replaced by ones who can fill it and then some. It may be that the people with the shovels remain the same but the person instructing them what to do is replaced or the plan is fundamentally changed. In any case, the comeback and victory is the result of deliberate action introducing new participants or plans. And that, I argue, is the essence of a true comeback.


Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Please Break the Memorabilia

It seemed like it happened in slow motion. The coffee mug fell from the cabinet down to the stone countertop and shattered. This wasn't just any coffee mug - it was a special sheep coffee mug from New Zealand. "The Sheepie Mug" as it was affectionately called. Obtained sixteen years earlier on a very memorable trip. The mug was very special. Very treasured. So special that it was no longer used, lest something happen to it while being handled. But apparently not special enough to be locked away in a protective display case.

As it fell and broke, so did my emotions. Sadness quickly set in. How could I let this happen? How could I be so careless? I recovered in a short amount of time, but I was still a little down. Life goes on. Boring life without the special coffee mug, that is.

Fast forward about a year. Same cabinet, another incident. This time there were two casualties. One was a mug from London that I liked, but wasn't on the "most treasured" list. The other was a mug I got from Rock City some 40+ years ago. It was special because it was old. Very old equals very special. But as I thought about its loss, I realized that I didn't really remember getting it in the first place. Heck, it might not even belong to me. In any case, I should be upset, right?

It was at that point I realized how meaningless these mementos really were. Yes, they were great remembrances of my past, but face it - they're useless. They were coffee mugs. COFFEE MUGS. Ones that weren't even used. Ones just taking up space in a cabinet.

I started thinking about how many things I hold onto because of "sentimental value". I'm not discounting the validity or value of it, but losing the mementos did not rob me of the memories (or lack thereof for the Rock City mug). It made me start thinking of how much else I'm holding on to needlessly.

So, please break the memorabilia. It doesn't take away the memories and can actually feel quite refreshing when all is said and done.

Now I have more space in my cabinet for new coffee mugs from different destinations. No, not really. I have a lot more yet to break before I'll ever need another one. I'm sure by then we'll take our coffee as pills as we ride in our hovercrafts.


Thursday, August 8, 2013

Social Promiscuity

Your friends are promiscuous, well at least on social networks. How do I know? Let’s just say a friend told me.

This story is about the birth and rise of this friend and the conditions that allow him to exist at all. Think that imaginary friends are just for kids? Not anymore. What’s interesting is that the kids know their friend is imaginary, but the adults with imaginary social networking friends do not.


We Are Social Creatures

People join social networking sites to catch up with old and current friends, to share life events and opinions, and in general to be part of a community. We all want to feel loved and appreciated. For some people, their sense of popularity is measured by the numbers of friends, connections, and followers they have accumulated on their online identities.

More friends means you're more popular. People may start with the same intentions, such as only becoming social friends with people you really care about and then extending to others you know casually, but over time people can get corrupted. They want more friends. They need more friends. Social networking friends, that is.


An Illusion of Privacy

Social networking sites generally provide security settings to control who is able to view your posts and information. Even if you're very strict about your security settings you aren't protected.

Settings change and sometimes go away without you knowing. For example, Facebook used to have a setting to control who could view your wall, now called a timeline. With one change that suddenly no longer applied and people you prevented from seeing your wall could now see it. Did you know it happened? Probably not.

Try to keep up with all the privacy settings and new options. You can’t. The visibility of what you post is controlled not only by your own privacy settings but by the settings of the people with whom you interact. Translation: You have no real control over where the content you post ends up.

A simple rule to follow is that anything you post on a social network can be viewed by almost anyone in the world.


A Social Identity is Born

As an experiment, I created a Facebook profile for a fictitious person. A complete fabrication. Not pretending to be someone else, or similar to anyone. A whole new, yet imaginary, person.

The first step was to choose a name. I decided the person should be male because that’s what I know. His name needed to be rather bland and generic – forgettable, if you will. A name that makes you think that maybe you’ve met or known that person in the past. I won’t say which name I chose because that would blow his cover.

The second step was to choose a profile picture. I wanted someone roughly my age so I didn’t have to be concerned with time-sensitive references, for example, knowing the popular music or cartoons for someone born in a different decade. Not that I planned on using this identity to engage in conversations or discussions, but better to be safe in case the need arose.

I searched for a picture of someone on vacation, because people love to post vacation pics. The picture needed to show the person but from some distance so you couldn’t study their face too closely. And finally, I wanted a woman present as well to ease doubts for females who would receive my friend requests. Surely, if his profile picture shows a woman then he is in a committed relationship and not just out to meet and pick up random women online.

Setting up the Facebook profile took all of fifteen minutes – most of that finding a suitable picture. Oh, and in case you’re wondering, he is not friends with anyone that I am friends with on my social identities. That was one policy I established from the beginning.


Looking for Friends

Now that the profile for my fictitious identity was established, it was time for him to make some friends. You might think it would be hard for a fake person with no friends to find some. Au contraire. I started out with some random searches to find people with more than 1000 friends. I was pretty sure that these people didn’t really know over 1000 people. And I was right.

He started sending out friend requests to these “very popular” people. At this point I had no idea what would happen. Could my imaginary identity make even a single friend? The answer was yes. One by one his friend requests were accepted. Not all of them – it averaged about one in three – but he was no longer alone in this vast social world.

He was making friends: 1 friend, 3 friends, 7 friends.

With each new friend he made he would start to target their friends so his network would grow. Some people may not accept a friend request from a stranger, but if that person is friends with your friends then that somehow makes it acceptable.

Have you ever accepted a friend request from someone you didn’t know just because they were friends with five of your friends, or twenty, or fifty? Maybe you haven’t, but your friends have. The same people who won’t accept a request from someone they don’t know with no friends in common will nonetheless accept requests if there are common friends. “If he knows Bill then he must be okay.” Well, it turns out your friend Bill is an idiot.


Popularity and Pitfalls

Little by little his friend count grew: 15 friends, 25 friends, 40 friends.

I spent about five minutes each day sending out up to ten friend requests. I kept track of each friend request sent out and which ones were accepted. I had to make sure he didn’t send repeated requests to the same person. If the person rejected his first request then they might show up again on the suggested friends list, so I didn’t want to select them again because that would be nonproductive.

Facebook doesn’t like it when you have too many unanswered friend requests, so I had to cancel his old friend requests that were still pending. Were these people afraid to say no to a request from a stranger? Maybe they wondered “How do I know this person?” and thought they might remember him later. Maybe they were too polite to outright reject a friend request. Who knows.

He received some warnings along the way from Facebook saying that he shouldn’t send friend requests to people he doesn’t know. Wrist, consider yourself slapped.

He plodded along, just a little each day: 60 friends, 75 friends, 100 friends.

The criteria for selecting friend targets became less strict. In the beginning he only considered people with over 1000 friends. In time that dropped to 750, 500, and even 300. Interestingly, the percentage of people who accepted stayed about the same, likely helped by the fact that he had friends in common with the new targets.


The Seeker is Sought

One day, not too long after starting, something quite unexpected happened. Someone sent him a friend request. Someone, in their infinite wisdom, decided to send a friend request to a fictitious person. And that wasn’t the only one – he received a dozen friend requests over time. Of course, these people were using the suggested friends feature of Facebook, just like I did. The point is they didn’t care that they didn’t know the other person. They wanted to grow their friend list. More friends on Facebook means you’re more popular in life, right? Being gracious, he accepted most though not all of the requests.

So what did he post as status updates while growing his friend list? Not much, really. Mostly inane comments in general, some observations on current events, and some comments and likes on other people’s posts. He generally kept a low profile, but wanted to show some activity for the sake of appearances.

And his friend list continued to grow: 130 friends, 160 friends, 200 friends.

He stopped pursuing new friends once he was well past 200. The point had been proven. It took about three months to get these friends using a made-up profile, more than I made with my real life profile in a few years. Then again, I chose to be friends with real people I actually know. At least I think they’re all real.


Warm Wishes

Another unexpected surprise came in the form of birthday wishes to my fictitious identity. I created a birth date for him because you need one to set up a profile. For kicks, I left it visible so people could see it. But still, I did not expect anyone to wish a happy birthday to someone who didn’t exist.

Not only did he get a few birthday wishes, he in fact received a large number of them. Many were the standard “Happy Birthday” and “Have a great day!” messages, but some people put more thought into it and posted a nice message. An actual message like you would send to an actual friend.

The next year he received even more birthday greetings. One contained a little heart icon. I found that one to be extra special.

So, feel good when your friends wish you a happy birthday, but know that they’re doing the same to people they don’t know and who don’t even exist. When a person you know from years and years ago that you never communicate with reaches out with a birthday message and you get to feeling special that they thought about you, then don’t. They probably send even nicer messages to people who don't exist.


Fictitious, Not Malicious

I am continually amazed at what people choose to share online. Perhaps they don’t realize that it can be seen by almost anyone, or perhaps they don’t care. In my experiment I didn’t collect any personal information nor was that my intent. But were I so inclined, there was no shortage of personal and juicy tidbits to harvest.

And yes, I’m sure creating a fictitious identity violates the Facebook terms and conditions. Heck, they may even ban my real identity. It doesn’t matter to me, though. I’ll camp out on Google+. It’s much less crowded there, so I get more legroom.


Social Condoms

Getting back to where we started, what lessons can we learn from this experiment?
  • It doesn’t matter how careful you are at screening your friends because you can’t control who they’re friends with and how careful they are.
  • Your friends are socially promiscuous. Not all, maybe not many, but I guarantee that some are. Just like sex, it’s not only who you sleep with but who that person has slept with. Which means that anything you post that can be seen by friends and their friends is public information.
  • What you post online can be used against you in many ways. People have been fired from jobs for inappropriate online activity. Medical conditions you discuss could pose a problem. Posting about vacations while you’re away can lead to break-ins. Does it happen often? No, but it does happen. Why put yourself at risk?
  • If you are one who puts faith in friend decisions made by your friends, then at least change your security settings so that non-friends are not able to see your friends list. Otherwise, someone who wants to target you can first target your friends and accumulate friends in common with you before sending a friend request to you. Now instead of receiving a friend request from a completely anonymous person, it is from someone who has friends in common with you. What you don’t know is that none of your friends actually know that person.
  • The only way to be safe is to protect yourself. Assume that anything you post online can be seen by anyone in the world who cares to find it. No court order, subpoena, or government intrusion is required. Just someone with a few minutes a day, half a plan, and a search engine or two.

Your Pledge

Repeat after me…

My social network friends are promiscuous.

I will not share anything on a social network that I don’t want the whole world to know about.

Ever.


Wednesday, June 26, 2013

What Matters




What Matters

Wading in the surf
Ignoring the waves
For they matter not

Waves come and waves go
Not worthy of names
For they matter not

'Til that rare moment
Taken by surprise
A wave that matters

Knocking you over
Upset but laughing
A wave that matters

Strolling home smiling
Ignoring the waves
For they matter not



This may seem out of place.  Out of character.  He has lost his mind.  Stick to the inane, drivel-boy.  But I see it differently.

It seems out of place because I do not have a place to post things such as this, so I chose to post it here.  My character likes to explore varied areas to gain new experience, although it doesn't happen as often as I would like.  One can argue that I lost my mind quite a long time ago, and one may or may not win that argument.  And as for the inane drivel, well, that comes exceedingly naturally and takes many different forms.

This is my useless poetry drivel.  Something that formed in my mind while sitting in an airport waiting for a flight, sitting on a plane waiting to take off, flying the red-eye exhausted but not able to sleep.  Something that starts as a single idea, a single emotion, and then takes on a life of its own in my mind.

I will never be a Yeats or a Keats.  Instead of Ode to a Grecian Urn, I am much more likely to create Ode to Grecian Formula.

The poem is meaningful to me, inspired by life events.  Yet, in the grand scheme, I still classify it as useless poetry drivel.  But it is my useless poetry drivel, and that is what matters to me.



Sunday, April 14, 2013

Because...

Our view of the world is influenced by so many things.  There are obvious associations and others that are much less so.  This video is the story of one observation that makes complete sense in my world.




Thursday, March 7, 2013

Life Cropping

In photography the term cropping refers to trimming down a picture to focus on what's important and remove unnecessary and distracting elements. Most photo editors give you some ability to crop a photo and save off the result. As we all know, there are many, many people who aren't aware of the benefits of cropping or perhaps just don't know how. If you're crop-illiterate, do a web search or ask a friend how to do it on your computer, phone, tablet, whatever.

Going beyond the realm of photos, one can think of the concept of Life Cropping. The same premise applies: Focus on what's important and remove unnecessary and distracting elements. It is too easy to get caught up in the noise of everyday life coming from work, kids, bills, relationships, and so on. Take the time to look at your life and determine which parts should stay in the picture and which should be cropped to improve the picture that is your life.

Now in case you're thinking "he's gone all inspirational on us", well "he" hasn't. I started out with the idea for the picture below.


After seeing thousands too many uncropped pictures on the internet, I wanted to poke fun at them. It started with a simple idea of just the fortune cookie, but that didn't translate well by itself so I added the other elements.

Maybe the moral of the story is there are life lessons everywhere. You just have to look for them.