Just a note to the world

Just a note to the world — though I am currently doing contract work programming Perl to feed the ol’ family, I don’t have any permanent employment; haven’t for a little over a year (though the contract work has been steady). So if you know of work in the West Michigan area, or long distance, which would be suitable for a strange hippie-like character, with quirky interests and strong opinions, who’s read Homer and Vergil in the original languages and has published illustrations of elves, trolls, and strange mushroom people, who’s very good at programming and teaching, and who is friendly, easygoing, and easy to get along with but not always so good at fitting in and being normal… Drop me a line.

There’s got to be something out there, but it sure ain’t in the want ads.

The Alpha Geek Productivity Movement

43 Folders: Patching your personal suck

By now, everybody knows that I swiped the basic idea for 43 Folders from my pal, hero, and personal muse, Danny O’Brien. His work on the original Life Hacks presentation was centered around research into why some people, especially those overachieving alpha geeks, seem to get so much more accomplished over the same 24 hours we mortals start with each day. Some of them, like Rael, just seem preternaturally organized and focused. Others, like Cory, are blessed with an ungodly gift for effective multi-tasking.

I have a weakness for “self-help” or “life improvement” concepts. I am a bit of a tech nerd. I like to accomplish things. But somehow I can’t get into this whole “Alpha Geek Productivity Quest” thing that is going on at 43 Folders and being talked about at the coolest techie geek conventions and on the coolest techie geek blogs and so on.

It’s this “productivity” thing. The worship of sheer output, stuff done per day, per hour, per minute. How much code can you spew? How many cool blog posts can you emit? How many books can you inhale? How much information can you choke down, begin to digest, and regurgitate to the rest of the world? Crank it UP, boys! Come on! More more more!

Who wants to be like that? Who wants to think like that? “Productivity” is a quality that a manager measures with respect to an employee, considered as an abstract unit of business, not as a human being. Why should you apply that measure to yourself?

“Alpha Geeks.” Gosh, I seem to remember when “geek” was something that meant you were an outcast, the opposite of the “alpha” at the head of the pack — an omega, a pariah. I guess that meaning has been turned inside out — for a while you could earn a lot of money doing things that “geeks” had done, and that means that now if you’re not cool enough, capable enough, “productive” enough, you don’t even get to call yourself a “geek.” Only the cool kids, who have their shit together, who are “productive,” get to be “geeks” now. If you don’t employ the Seven Habits of Geekily Effective Nerds, you’re sub-geekual. You’re just a loser, not a geek. Geeks are cool.

I dunno. I do own two Moleskine notebooks, which apparently is one of the fetish items of this movement, so maybe I shouldn’t be talking. Could be sour grapes, too — I can’t seem to get my shit together for any extended period of time in life; I’m usually holding it all together with spit an’ bailin’ wire, house usually a mess, my boss saying “I told you to look for those files on that server, didn’t I?” Start projects and don’t finish them, yadda yadda. I’m not “productive.” I’m not an “alpha geek.”

But you know, I don’t think I’d be a whit happier if I were more “productive.” Squeezing the last bit of efficiency out of yourself isn’t what life is about. There’s a lot to be said for inefficiency, redundancy, even sloppiness. I get by, and I’m pretty happy with how I get by.

So I’m sure I’ll see more about this craze in my blog reading — and heck, I put “43 folders” in my RSS reader, cause who knows, might be something cool there — but mostly I look at the whole thing and shake my head, and think, “what has “geek” come to mean anymore?

UPDATE: Oh, I almost forgot. “Life Hacks”? Computer metaphor for human life. Man as machine. Niiiice dehumanization there. No thank you.

UPDATE 2: I’m really hostile to elitism lately. That’s a big part of this. I’m hostile to the worship of sacred metrics which make some people better than others and imply that we’d be better off if everyone were like, or at least deferred to, those people that the metric favors. Whether that metric is “being a millionaire by age 30” or “having a really clean house” or “being a great programmer” or “being an alpha geek.”

CONTINUITY NOTE: This post is part 2 in my ongoing series where I channel the spirit of Snappy the Clam, but snapping at tech weens in general rather than bloggers in particular. Stay tuned for more!

FINAL DISCLAIMER: I haven’t dug into the Alpha Geek Productivity Movement deeply enough to criticize it intelligently, this is just a subjective reaction to first impressions. But it’s a strong enough reaction that I don’t think I’m gonna be jumping on this bandwagon.

Small personal bummer.

I interviewed for a job last week, and got the “sorry, we found somebody else” letter yesterday. A bummer. I’m working right now but it’s a weird situation — I’m doing contract programming for a company which keeps promising it’s going to hire me on as a salaried programmer soon, but says they’re not financially ready to take on a new employee right now. So that’s a non-ideal situation, and since I can’t force them to change their minds on that I’ve been looking around at other jobs. This one seemed like a real winner: a local Perl programming job.

I’d actually turned down two jobs I was interviewing for before this one because the salaries offered weren’t quite what I needed. So I had high hopes going in to this one. I was offered those other jobs, why not this one? But no. Not this time.

I’m grateful I’m not on a real job hunt where I’m doing this all day every day and getting rejections constantly, I guess. But this seemed like such a great possibility.

In A Fix With Yahoo

My password was just changed on my Yahoo account. I don’t know why or by whom. Perhaps it was sniffed over the wire while I was on a wireless connection today. I don’t know.

But the trouble is, Yahoo won’t email me my new password without my putting in my identity information. But I had bogus identity information in there, stemming from when Yahoo’s marketing tactics were getting unpleasant.

So… I can’t remember what date of birth and zip code I put in there. My real ones don’t work. And without those it won’t let me request a new password (they DO have my correct email, to send my password to).

So I can’t change my yahoo groups subscriptions or anything like that.

I can’t login to Yahoo Messenger anymore.

I am Yahoo-Screwed.

That’ll teach me to withhold information from Big Brother, I guess. :(

If you’re used to contacting me on yahoo messenger, well…. I guess you won’t be anymore. Until I establish a new yahoo ID and track you down again.

Crap.

Only thing I can think of is possibly to write a script to brute-force the DOB and ZIP on the new password request form.