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|Saturday, June 16th, 2018|
Status update: I'm coming out of retirement! I accepted a job offer from Wellist
as a senior software engineer, starting Monday June 25. Wellist helps hospitals connect patients with support services like transportation or meal delivery. They've been expanding into new markets and just received a series A round of funding. I'll be working with my former co-workers Bill and Dave, doing much the same thing we did together at PayPal: full-stack web development in Ruby on Rails. It should be fun!
|Sunday, March 4th, 2018|
|Tuesday, April 25th, 2017|
|Saturday, February 11th, 2017|
|Saturday, December 3rd, 2016|
|Are encores dead?
I've been going to rock club concerts for 25+ years, and they practically always follow the same script: the headlining band plays for 60-90 minutes, they go offstage, the crowd claps for a few minutes, then the band comes back and plays a few more songs for an encore. (The Feelies
typically play at least 4 encores!) I always imagined that this was a rare occurrence in the 1960s, where the norm was that the end of the set was the end of the performance, and only an extraordinarily insistent crowd would call the band out again for an encore, and the band would be thankful but they'd have to scramble to figure out another song to play because they hadn't planned to keep playing. But by the time I started going to shows, this had ossified into a mandatory ritual at nearly every show, hardly ever questioned or even thought about. Occasionally the club will turn on the house music right after the band leaves the stage, signaling that there will be no encore, presumably due to curfew requirements or whatever. Once in a blue moon the band themselves will apologize and say they hadn't rehearsed any more songs (e.g. if they have new members who don't know the band's whole back catalogue), or the band will simply announce ahead of time that they agree that the ritual is silly so they'll just play their encore songs as part of the main set and we can all just leave when it's over.
Last night at the Windhand
concert at ONCE Somerville
, though, something happened that I don't think I've ever experienced before: the crowd, which was not sell-out sized but respectably sizable (maybe 100-200 people), applauded enthusiastically after each song, but after the last song, they clapped for less than a minute and then just... stopped. And so after a minute of relative silence, the house music came on, the band didn't do an encore, and everyone went home. It was weird! Sometimes I don't bother clapping, because everyone else is clapping enough for the ritual to play out properly. This time, was everyone a free rider
expecting other people to clap? Or were they genuinely not into the idea of hearing another song or two? (For the record, I thought it was a great show and would have been happy with another hour of it.) I felt bad for the band... Were they expecting to play an encore like they always do? And then it turned out the crowd just wasn't that into them? Or is this just something that happens regularly now, and it's no longer actually an automatic expectation? I'd be relieved, if so, because it's always felt silly and artificial. But I'd just hope that bands start playing longer sets to compensate.
|Wednesday, February 24th, 2016|
|Best Picture thoughts
One of the perks of having weekdays free is that I can see matinee movies: they're cheaper and less crowded. I haven't really been taking full advantage of this, but recently I realized I had seen two of the Best Picture Oscar nominees, so I decided to see the other six. Here are some thoughts about them (in the order I saw them). [tl;dr: my faves were Room
, The Martian
, and The Revenant
; the others weren't bad, but I'd be disappointed to see them win.]( No real spoilers, but stop here if, like me, you like to see movies completely cold.Collapse )
|Monday, January 4th, 2016|
|Fall Like a Flower - Autumn 2015 mix
I went to a lot of concerts in Autumn 2015 in the Boston area. Here's a mix of songs from (most of) the artists I saw, in the order that I saw them. Mostly I picked songs from their most recent release, but in a couple cases I couldn't resist picking a slightly older song.Fall Like a Flower - Autumn 2015 mix
Since 8tracks is weirdly coy about showing the playlist until you listen to it, here's the full list (20 tracks, 1:31:24):
The Feelies - Should Be Gone 3:30 (Here Before, 2011)
The Besnard Lakes - Golden Lion 3:46 (Golden Lion, 2015)
Ride - Black Nite Crash 2:33 (Tarantula, 1996)
Grooms - Comb the Feelings Through Your Hair 3:52 (Comb the Feelings Through Your Hair, 2015)
A Place to Bury Strangers - We've Come So Far 5:07 (Transfixiation, 2015)
Quilt - Mary Mountain 4:59 (Held in Splendor, 2014)
Dungen - En Gång Om Året 4:32 (Allas Sak, 2015)
Boom Said Thunder - Summer Twin 5:36 (Summer Twin, 2015)
Major Stars - Blank Slate 5:57 (Decibels of Gratitude, 2013)
Ghost Box Orchestra - Sound of (Eternal Now) 5:08 (Sound of (Eternal Now), 2015)
Magic Shoppe - Trip Inside This House 4:03 (Triangulum Australe, 2014)
Ringo Deathstarr - Chainsaw Morning 3:55 (God's Dream, 2014)
Tasseomancy - Healthy Hands (Will Mourn You) 3:27 (Ulalume, 2011)
Braids - Miniskirt 4:54 (Deep in the Iris, 2015)
Kinski - I Fell Like a Fucking Flower 4:29 (7 (or 8), 2015)
Debo Band - Ney Ney Weleba 5:30 (Debo Band, 2012)
The Ex & Brass Unbound - Theme From Konono No. 2 7:10 (Enormous Door, 2013)
Acid King - Coming Down From Outer Space 5:47 (Middle of Nowhere, Center of Everywhere, 2015)
Lera Lynn - My Least Favorite Life 3:29 (True Detective (Music from the HBO Series), 2015)
Wand - Reaper Invert 3:41 (Golem, 2015)
If 8tracks doesn't work for you for some reason, I also made a playlist on Google Play Music
, but I think this might only work if you're a subscriber. And even then, I had to make two substitutions for songs they don't have in their library:
Ghost Box Orchestra - Into the Light 5:06 (Vanished, 2013)
The Ex - Theme From Konono 8:25 (Turn, 2004)
(I've been using Google Play Music for a while now, since it lets me upload my own mp3s and listen to them from any device. And I recently decided to pay the $10/month for a subscription, since it also includes YouTube Red
, i.e. no more ads!)
I made a Spotify playlist
too, but they also don't have all the tracks, so I made the above substitutions plus one more:
Acid King - Into the Ground 4:33 (III, 2005)
Likewise, I made a YouTube playlist
, which has the advantage that some of them have actual music videos, but I also had to make some substitutions there (because I'm too lazy to figure out how to turn my mp3s into videos to upload to YouTube):
Major Stars - Black Road 2:45 (Syntoptikon, 2006)
Ghost Box Orchestra - Into the Light 5:06 (Vanished, 2013)
If none of these work for you, or e.g. you'd prefer to download the tracks, let me know and I'll do what I did for my previous mix
and just host it all on my server.( Some commentary on the mix...Collapse )
|Monday, August 31st, 2015|
Twenty years ago this month (August), I moved to Boston. I had been working in Silicon Valley for a few years after college, then started graduate school at Northeastern University. I put all my stuff in boxes in my mom's garage, packed a few boxes of clothes and CDs into my Honda Civic, and drove across the country. Along the way, I visited my uncle Dick in Colorado, my cousin Cathy in Iowa (she had already started grad school herself, chiropractic), and friends in Chicago, Ann Arbor, and Toronto. I remember coming off the Mass Turnpike in Back Bay and driving down Columbus Ave looking for my friends' apartment, where I crashed on their couch for a few days until I found an apartment of my own: a tiny ground-floor studio a block from campus (rent was around $600/month). I remember opening my checking account at BayBank on Huntington, which became BankBoston, then Fleet Bank, and is now Bank of America. And I remember going to Lechmere (the store) to buy an air conditioner, even though I only needed it for another month or so—I definitely needed it!
Ten years ago this month, I defended my thesis and got my PhD in Computer Science. I was living in Somerville, a few blocks from where I live today. I had already started working full-time in January, commuting to Burlington every day and writing up my dissertation on nights and weekends. The thesis defense was in a conference room in the newly built glass tower building on Huntington across from the Museum of Fine Arts; it holds the CS department and is also a residence hall. The building's name is "West Village H", which as I understood it was meant to be temporary until a donor bought the naming rights, but it's still named that today! The defense went smoothly and was a little anticlimactic, since I had already incorporated all the feedback from my committee into the dissertation and gotten their final approval. The last step was to print off a copy at Kinko's on acid-free paper and deposit it at the school library. I don't think I bothered printing out a copy for myself—it's on Sourceforge
, and I figured that was good enough.
When I moved from New Jersey to California in 1984, I never expected to come back to the East Coast, though I remember liking Boston when I visited it a few times growing up: it felt academic and technological, without being big and dirty like NYC. And when I got my degree I don't think I expected to stay in Boston for another ten years. But, it wasn't like I had a concrete plan to leave; I just figured I'd go wherever the jobs were. In 1995, my career goal was to work at a research center, like Xerox PARC or IBM TJ Watson, and those sorts of places required PhDs, which was my main reason to go to grad school (I was never interested in academia). But by 2005, doing research at a research center didn't seem to be as much of a thing anymore: innovation, particularly in programming languages and frameworks, seemed to happen more in open-source communities populated by hobbyists and people working at startups who had the freedom to stay at the cutting edge. I think I had also become a bit disillusioned with the idea of doing CS research, and wanted more to work on making things that people used. This is partly what led me to become a web developer, and I'm still pretty happy in that niche. And there are more than enough opportunities for that in Boston for the forseeable future.
On the other hand, remote working is on the rise, so in theory I could live wherever I wanted. I sometimes fantasize about moving somewhere out in the boonies where I could afford a nice big house. I've also always thought I would like to live in the Pacific Northwest. I suppose now would be the best time to think seriously about moving, with lots of free time and no job holding me down.
But, really, I'm comfortable here in Boston. Inertia is strong! In another five years I'll have been here half my life. Maybe I'll even start to think of myself as being from
|Wednesday, July 1st, 2015|
|A society of dependables
Apparently the theme on my Tumblr
doesn't handle extended quotes very well, so I'll post this here, an insightful excerpt from siderea
's essay "Considering an Artifact of Military Culture"
The US military, and probably all militaries ever, have a really quite low tolerance for fuckups. When somebody isn't dependable, when somebody doesn't exercise adequate restraint in their conduct, they get marginalized so they can't do too much damage, or simply gotten rid of.
All these youngsters join up, and have it drummed into them that they have these huge responsibilities to their fellow warriors and their nation, and they must do their jobs right. It's not just that they have to cover their squad mates in fire-fights, but things like, "If you don't clean this surface correctly, the guy who is going to try to land a plane on this deck will die and maybe take a bunch of us with it." And they discover, yes, they have it in them to do their jobs that well, that dependably. They are somebody who pulls his weight and can be counted on.
And furthermore, they discover they are in a whole society of people who are equally determined to be dependable, to pull their weight and be somebody who can be counted on. That can be a down-right rapturous experience; I know, because there's other ways to have at least some of that experience, such as through the performing arts, and having tasted it, I can attest it's positively intoxicating. It's like falling in love. Or maybe it is falling in love: this probably is more the basis of that intense camaraderie shared by veterans who served together than common adversity or common purpose.
Civilian society, as a whole, is, in contrast, replete with fuckups. People who can't get out of their own way enough to be depended on, people who don't take commitments seriously, people who are exploitative, who phone it in, to try to get away with minimal contributions, who don't care about those who rely on their work, who don't want to be relied upon, people who don't want to have self-restraint. We don't get to throw those people out of society, so there they are, being part of civilian society, fucking up, and their fucking up being tolerated.
People in the military, who subscribe to the discipline of speech and courtesy described above, are way, way, way, way, way too polite to actually come out and say, "We're different from civilians because we're not used to putting up with fuckups," but that is what it sounds like is lurking between the lines. It feels like they're trying to apologetically and politely say something that more bluntly put might sound like, "See, among us, fucking up is not okay; being a fuck up is not okay. We have these values and stuff which say it's not okay. And we totally get that that's okay in civilian life, where if you want to be a fuckup, that's your free choice. In our culture, the military culture, we see that as not a legitimate choice. We see that as bad – and comport ourselves accordingly."
|Wednesday, June 17th, 2015|
|Wednesday, February 11th, 2015|
|Thursday, February 5th, 2015|
|Laid off again
On Tuesday, most of my team (and most of my department
) at PayPal was laid off. Even moreso than the last time I was laid off
, though, this is good news—in fact, it might be the best thing that could have happened to me!( Read more...Collapse )
Not everyone who was laid off is as happy about it as I am, though. Paradoxically, I feel especially bad for those who weren't laid off: their jobs will change drastically, but if they want to leave, they won't get severance. Fortunately, I have plenty of contacts: you who are reading this! If you know of a tech job opportunity and you haven't already told me about it, feel free to ping me (here or email
) and I'll forward it along.
|Tuesday, November 4th, 2014|
|An alternative to not voting
For those who choose not to vote today, I respect your decision. But, to quote Oblique Strategies
(by way of Slacker
): Withdrawing in disgust is not the same thing as apathy.
If you want to withdraw in disgust, consider voting for a third party or a write-in candidate; otherwise you'll be presumed apathetic.
|Thursday, September 4th, 2014|
|Sunday, August 3rd, 2014|
|My heart is a flower
A few months ago, my Uncle Dick died suddenly
at age 63. He was always the picture of health, a lifelong vegetarian and an almost stereotypical "health nut". The coroner's report
said that his death was partially caused by a "congenital bicuspid aortic valve
", which often goes undiagnosed, so it seems likely that he was unaware of this condition. It also turns out to be "highly heritable"
, so I figured it was a great idea for me to get examined to see whether I had the condition also...
Well, good news! My doctor reported that my echocardiogram "looked fine", and that "the aortic valve is trileaflet". He also mentioned "Color Doppler is suggestive of PFO/tiny ASD with left to right shunt." I had to look up PFO (Patent Foramen Ovale)
but it appears to be... mostly harmless? I asked him to confirm, and he explained: "These tiny abnormalities are seen in the general population and are not of clinical concern. You should be fine."
So, that's one less thing to worry about.
|Thursday, June 12th, 2014|
|ShuffleComp 2014 - Part 1
Back in March, maga_dogg
, a competition for writing interactive fiction inspired by a song. The premise was simple:
- Submit 8 songs and 8 pseudonyms.
- Receive a random list of 8 songs and 8 pseudonyms dealt out from the submission pool.
- Write an IF game inspired by one of the songs, under one of the pseudonyms.
- Play other people's stories and vote for the ones you like.
- Once the comp is over, the top 30% vote getters are announced as Commended entries.
When I heard about the comp, I thought it sounded like a neat idea, but I felt I had no time to write a game by the deadline—at the time I was in the middle of both Puzzle Boat 2
solving and DASH 6
planning, and I had been itching to get back to some of my many back-burnered projects, including revising my IFcomp entry from 2011
! Plus, that IFcomp game had ended up being way more work than I had anticipated, and I was not really satisfied with the result (nor were the comp voters, who placed it 25th out of 38). Did I really want to commit to making another game on a deadline? I chatted with prog
about ShuffleComp at a party shortly afterward and it turned out he had gone through exactly the same thought process. Ah well, we both figured... maybe next time.
The more I thought about it, though, the more I really wanted to submit some songs to see what people could do with them. I started brainstorming about songs that could make good IF games, and almost immediately I remembered two songs that I've always thought of as great examples of songs that told a narrative story (a sadly under-populated category). I couldn't resist putting together a list, and then I figured, if I submitted a list of songs and thus committed to writing a game, in the worst case I could always just spend a day or two to scribble out a really short choose-your-own-adventure or hypertext game, using ChoiceScript
. Much easier than wrestling with Inform 7
So here's the list of songs I ended up submitting:( Read more...Collapse )
So there was that! I had submitted my lists and committed to making a game based on someone else's submission; now I just had to wait for all the lists to be shuffled up and sent back out. In the meantime, I discovered that prog
had, again, gone through exactly the same thought process as I had and also ended up submitting his own lists and committing to making some semblance of a game.
This seems like a good time to pause. Continue reading Part 2
, where I receive my assignments and somehow manage to come up with and (spoiler!) finish making a game.
|Monday, December 30th, 2013|
|Over the Hill and On Stage
Here are some of the bands I saw live in concert in 2013
, with the year they were first active:
Mouse on Mars (1993)
Ghost Box Orchestra (members of Lockgroove (1996))
Glenn Jones (1985)
Robert Fripp's Orchestra of Crafty Guitarists (1967)
Man or Astro-Man? (1993)
Big Country (1981)
Dick Dale (1959)
Adam Ant (1976)
The Cult (1983)
Peter Hook and The Light (1976)
Girls Against Boys (1988) (with special guest David Yow (1982))
Nine Inch Nails (1988)
Godspeed You! Black Emperor (1994)
Jethro Tull's Ian Anderson (1967)
Nik Turner's Hawkwind (1969)
The Dickies (1977)
(members of Trumans Water (1991) and Olivelawn (1990))
My Bloody Valentine (1983)
Flamin' Groovies (1965)
Queens of the Stone Age (1996) (members of Kyuss (1987))
Here are some bands I had the chance to see in 2013 but I didn't end up going:
New Order (1980)
The Breeders (1990)
Dinosaur Jr. (1984)
Simple Minds (1977)
Black Sabbath (1968)
The Feelies (1976)
The English Beat (1978)
Monster Magnet (1989)
The Flaming Lips (1983)
The Rolling Stones (1962)
Paul McCartney (1957)
The Psychedelic Furs (1977)
The Zombies (1962)
Yo La Tengo (1984)
Belle and Sebastian (1996)
The Orb (1988)
Elton John (1964)
In other words, I saw tons and tons of 40-somethings, 50-somethings, 60-somethings, and even 70-somethings! This was the year of the old fogies.
I did see some good younger bands too: Tame Impala, Metz, Junip, MGMT. But I'm definitely feeling out of touch with what cool music the kids are making these days. Any pointers? Current Mood: old
|Saturday, December 21st, 2013|
|My car is old enough to drink
I bought my car in December 1992. It is now 21 years old: finally old enough to drink! Yeah, cars shouldn't drink and drive, but I think it's pretty safe since I don't drive it much anymore anyway.
I know I've taken pictures of my car, but I can't find any at the moment. Serves me right for not using tags on Flickr. And it's currently still covered in snow so you can't see much of it.
Anyway, happy birthday, car! We've been through a lot together. Maybe in another 21 years I'll name you.Edit:
Oh hey, just found a covered-in-snow pic from last winter:
|Tuesday, October 8th, 2013|
|The Pittsburgh Pirates
In December 1978, I watched my first NFL football game on TV: a playoff game between the Pittsburgh Steelers and the Denver Broncos. The Steelers won convincingly, 33-10; Franco Harris scored two rushing touchdowns, and Terry Bradshaw threw two touchdowns, one each to Lynn Swann and John Stallworth. (All four of them, along with five others on that team, were eventually inducted into the Hall of Fame.) I was 8 years old; I liked their flamboyancy and their colors (black and gold), and I became a fan. They went on to win the Super Bowl over the Dallas Cowboys that season ("still widely regarded as one of the greatest Super Bowl games ever played," according to Wikipedia), and I learned the joy of rooting for a winning team.
In April 1979, baseball season started, and I discovered that the Pittsburgh Pirates also had black-and-gold uniforms, so I decided to become a fan of theirs too. They turned out to be just as flamboyant: Willie Stargell's windmill wind-up, Kent Tekulve's "submarine" side-arm, Phil Garner's mustache. In one game, an opposing pitcher tried to intentionally walk Dave Parker (professional sports' first $1-million/year player), but Parker got mad, stepped over the plate, swung and hit the ball into the outfield. The team theme song was the Sisters Sledge's disco classic "We Are Family", which played at every home game. They led the National League with 98 wins, and came from being down 3 games to 1 to win the World Series over Earl Weaver's Baltimore Orioles.
The Steelers won the Super Bowl again the next year, their fourth of the decade. But the next decade, the '80s, were a bad time to be a Pittsburgh fan, as the Steelers sank into mediocrity and the Pirates became the worst team in baseball. As the '90s began, though, Mario Lemieux lead the Pittsburgh Penguins to a couple of Stanley Cups, Bill Cowher arrived to coach the Steelers to six consecutive playoff seasons, and the "outfield of dreams" (Barry Bonds, Bobby Bonilla, and Andy van Slyke) brought the Pirates three division titles. In the bottom of the 9th inning of the 1992 League Championship Series against the Atlanta Braves, Sid Bream, who had just left the Pirates as a free agent two years earlier, loped in from second base (Bream "was known as an unusually slow runner" according to Wikipedia) to just barely beat Bonds's throw to win the game and end the Pirates' season.
In the 2000s, the Penguins won a third Stanley Cup. The Steelers won two more Super Bowls and cemented the best record in the NFL since 1970. But after 1992 the Pittsburgh Pirates went on to have 20 straight losing seasons, the longest such streak in North American professional sports history. I still followed baseball for a while, through the steroid-laden late '90s/'00s, as Barry Bonds broke the single-season and career home run records with the SF Giants, and the Boston Red Sox "reversed the curse" and ended their own legendary 86-year streak and won the World Series (the New England Patriots having won the Super Bowl earlier that year, Boston became the first city to have simultaneous baseball and football champs since... Pittsburgh in 1979). But the days of rooting for the Pirates in the postseason were long-gone fond memories, and I haven't really paid attention to any sports at all in the past four or five years.
Maybe you can see where this is going... Last Tuesday, Oct 1st, we were at the Middle East club to see the indie rock band Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, and there was a baseball game on the TV behind the bar. When I noticed it was a Pirates game, I figured something unusual was happening—why would they be on TV in an American League city at the end of the season? It turned out to be the Wild Card game, and the Pirates beat the Cincinnati Reds to get into the playoffs!
Right now, the Pirates are tied with the St. Louis Cardinals in the Division Series at 2 games apiece. The Red Sox are ahead 2-1 in their series with the Tampa Bay Rays. There's an outside chance that the Pirates could play the Red Sox in the World Series. I might just have to re-subscribe to cable TV...
|Thursday, July 18th, 2013|
I'm on vacation on Sodus Bay in upstate New York; my phone (T-Mobile) only has 2G connectivity (i.e. feels like a 1200 baud modem), whereas Norah's phone (Sprint) has full 3G. This is dumb! Why can't my phone just connect to whatever the fastest network around is? Someone should work on that.
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