I really enjoyed this, mostly fictional, account of Heath Ledger’s last days.

After I died, people dissected me. They put words in my mouth: This is how he felt when he wrote this, this is what he thought of me, this is why he did it. Fuck them. But also bless them. They made me famous. Immortal. Suddenly, my songs, which once were strange and ill-conceived, now were fat with meaning. When you die, you become a Virgin Mary, an untouchable exalted thing with a golden breast and a mink brow. You lose yourself, and they win you. You have no voice, and so a million people breathe and talk for you. Your art is their art. Your casket is their temple, your last words are their next ten commandments.

We had one of the most amazing weekends in New York City.  We had one very long and exciting day in Manhattan/Queens and another in Brooklyn with friends.  I was in Manhattan giving a presentation and decided to stay for the weekend, so Amber flew out and we started our tiresome adventure.  We visited many friends and I thoroughly enjoyed our in “the other city”.

New York Times

A friend at the New York Times invited us both on a tour of their Manhattan building and the printing/production facility in Queens.  Familiar with large companies an their clandestine operations was thrown out the window as both buildings are clearly emblazoned with the company name across the side.  I’m an avid NYTimes reader and have so many fond memories reading the Sunday edition with Amber at Herb’s (no longer there) in Noe Valley.  It sounds so hipster, but memories I strongly enjoy.

The Manhattan office of the New York Times is the first entirely ‘green’ building in the city.  The building itself is entirely customizable.  There are window shades that automatically open and close as the sun moves to keep the building cool.  The lighting system will adjust to the specific needs of each department or office.  There are ventilation ducts throughout the building to enable a seamless flow of air.  The artistic nature of the building is reflected in the art pieces that decorate the hallways.  From the flat screen monitors projecting daily images from the paper itself to the Italian leather furniture the interior is something to behold.  Each floor matches the ethos of that department.  For example, the fashion floor is covered in fashion photos from the Times Magazine; the book review department has desks stacked high with submissions and copies of the OED; the science section has even more books including copies of every field of scientific research.  It’s a culture that enables the employees to live and work in their famous building.

From there we went to the printing facility in Queens.  The innocuous exterior does not reflect the almost surgical precision happening inside.  Upon entering we walked through (literally) the printing presses from start to finish and marveled at the miles of special track they have for moving thousands of newspapers efficiently.  When warming up the presses they may print a few thousand papers just to make sure the alignment of the colors and printing is correct.  They showed us special codes on the paper that show what press it originated from and how many times that page was updated.  There are even special dots on the front page that depict what edition of that day’s paper it is.  The de Vinci code of the NYTimes!

The paper starts in a 9 story warehouse that looks more like the door storage facility from Monster’s Inc. than anything else.  Robotic arms move 1.5 ton rolls of paper onto a conveyor belt that unmanned robots lift and load onto the presses.  We were able to walk among these robots as they moved and maneuvered around us as if secretly guided by invisible beings.  The paper is then run through the presses, different sizes depending on what pages of the paper are being printed.  It’s not until fully printed that the paper is cut and folded.  At top speed these machines can print 85,000 papers per hour - that is not pages, but entire papers!  Some papers are printed on the evening before distribution, but thicker ones such as the beloved Sunday edition are too big for one run.  Instead part of the paper (i.e. book review section) is printed early and held in reserve on massive wheels.  These reserve sections will be inserted into the rest of the paper when it is finally printed.  All of this is done by massive machines and miles-upon-miles of track that move the papers throughout the factory floor.

Bruce Lee - Enter the Dragon

The following day we stayed with friends in Brooklyn.  They are extreme kung-fu fans and got us seats to an open air showing of Bruce Lee’s movie Enter the Dragon.  This was one of the many open air movies showing in Prospect Park.  It was nice having friends who could hook us up with VIP passes meaning we had access to the beer tent and, most importantly, had a seat for the screening.  As the movie began, even in the opening credits, the audience cheered over and over.  I could tell there was something different about this screening but didn’t catch on quite as quick as most.  The music was new, updated and could not have possibly have been part of the original score.  It was not.

At this special screening Karsh Kale was mixing a new and updated live score.  In addition Soh Daiko was on stage drumming.  It has to be the most amazing version of any kung-fu movie I have ever seen.  The music matched each scene and reflected the intonation and intent of the original soundtrack.  I left there with a new appreciation for this movie.

Kristin broke the news about a newly engaged couple.  I’m so happy for them both because I’ve known them for years and we have been through so much together (good times and bad.)  I’m excited to see them engaged and what a great place to propose - Paris!

Many people ask the question, “Why use Twitter?”  It sometimes seems the future is too fast for many of us, and we stop to question why, when making these declarative decision tree choices.  My friends ask me why I would ever use Twitter, because nobody wants to hear about when you use the bathroom or stub your toe.  But the reality is that from the moment we get up in the morning until the moment we go to bed, thousands of social network users are engaging in the neural network conversation that is the future of media.

The tricky part to why social networks work has a little to do with the question, “What are you using it for?” and “What do you want to accomplish with it?”  Much like helping someone decide what computer they need, you don’t want to talk about processors and RAM; instead you want to ask, “What will you us the computer for?”  A social network is simply a framework for interaction - a set of tools, options, system calls.  It is useless without the focused intent of thousands or millions of users.

For me I use social networks for different things.  I use LinkedIn for managing work and professional related contact.  I don’t update or check it often but it’s a quick reference for me to look up work, track, and and host work related contacts.  I know I can always google a name + “linkedin” and will get back the work history of anyone.  I also use Facebook for managing social contacts, and work contacted in a social setting.  It’s the equivalent of hitting the bar after work.  I can see what people are up to and where their interest lie.  Sometimes I can tell their political affiliations, see photos, and track their social connections.  But even this is still a static medium.

I use Dopplr to track my travels and correlate them with those of my friends.  It’s also nice, as my schedule changes, for others to see and reflect those changes.  It’s a static site that I don’t visit often, but like many other networks - does one thing, but does it well.  I also use Flickr for storing my photo lifestream and keeping up on others.  This provides me an insight into their travels and whatever they find interesting at the time.  Dopplr nicely ties into Flickr allowing people to see my photos per trip.

Finally, I use Twitter to keep hourly tabs on the lifestream updated of my friends as well as my contacts.  It takes very little time to type out or key in 140 characters whenever I am doing something of note or interest.  It enables me to know about the more mundane aspects of the lives of my friends.  The things you forget in the day to day and would not bother to mention even in daily conversations.

But all this socializing sounds like nothing more than XML tagging of your life.  The key is that social networks rely on the participation of many people.  If I joined each of these networks as the only member the information I stored there would be of no use.  The reason I care and even engage these systems is because they change with the input of others.  I can watch, monitor, and even search through these for ways to leverage the collective mind share of others.  On LinkedIn I can read feedback people have had in working with others.  On Facebook I can see who is connected with who.  On Twitter I can search for events in a city or place I am visiting.  We use these systems because any one person can leverage the collective stream of data from the others.  The more we add the more any one person can take away.

Writing is hard.  More specifically, character development is hard because at the start of the book you need to assume that the character does not have all of the experience and knowledge that the writer has now.  The writer must write about a character that is young, rash, and still learning about the harsher side of life and love.

This is difficult, for some writers, because in order to write about this you have to think of the world different than you do now.  You have to imagine what you (or your character) would do if you were rash, stubborn, and unwilling to compromise.  I’m not saying we are all perfect in our ways, but you have to imagine someone who is so stubborn they let an argument turn into a fight that turns into a divorce.  They have to be so stubborn they hit rock bottom before they realize their life needs to change.  Some writers can draw upon experience, but most of us humans live in some form of middle ground.  Our lives are not too soft or hard, not too joyful or brutish.  We live in a state of balance that we manicure until we are content.  To write a good character requires us to unsettle the balance and unweave the fabric of life we try so hard to keep in check.

To assist the main character a writer can either take the path of a “sage guide” or let the character bumble along and learn life’s lessons the hard way, through experience.  Yoda was the sage guide in Star Wars.  Although Luke Skywalker had to learn life’s lessons on his own he always had the sage advice of Yoda and Obi Wan Kenobi ringing in his ears.  Many writers take this path and many blockbusters were born out of this very theme.  Splinter was the sage guide to four brash, young, and inexperienced Ninja Turtles.  He taught them lessons they later learned to be true.  This approach towards writing seems to be a guaranteed winner in all media forms.  Perhaps this is because people want to believe in a hero - one that can be both mortal like them and then turn into a better person or being.  They want to believe that if this can happen to a turtle then certainly it can happen to them as well.  As a culture we are drawn towards heros who start from humble beginnings.  We want to imagine a magical path to enlightenment.  But reality proves otherwise.

I believe that punctuated equilibrium of personal development is the alternative to the sage guide.  These are stories usually written as memoirs or tales of personal development through hard learned experience.  They could just as easily become blockbusters but more often take the form of independent films.  These are stories of people, human like us, with all their faults who gain it all and then loose it all just as as quickly.  These characters go on with their lives until they are forced to change out of necessity.  They do not always change for the better, as one would under the sage guide approach.  Instead they usually change one aspect of their personality or interactions and then another.  Each time a change in their character is punctuated by a life experience that says to them, “this path you have been taking is no longer acceptable or working out - we need another option or path.”

I think this is why I prefer memoirs, because it is easier for me to relate to small punctuated changes than it is to imagine a life changing event that shakes and alters the core of my being.  Cynics will say that I have simply not experienced a potentially deadly car accident or the warm embrace of religion, but I have and both were short lived.  Perhaps they did not leave the mark on me that they do on others.  But I have found that for most people who live the middle ground of life, it is only those critical events that cause them to alter one aspect of their being.  Perhaps they become safer drivers, or more open to spirituality.  Perhaps they become more willing to accept other alternatives and become more patient people.

We all experience these things to one degree or another and do not need writers to document them.  Also, books are finite and thus we need to skip the in between parts.  The sitcom Friends (or Coupling if you live in the UK) would not be interesting if it was a reality show.  What excites us is the careful stringing together of these inflection points in a way that suspends our sense of disbelief and also draws us in to think, “that could be me” or “I could do that.”

That’s the hard part.  The careful craft of skipping the in between in a way that enables us to experience the deep sadness and then joy of life.  To think it could be us.  To think we still have hope.

I really like Twitter because it allows me to keep up with my friends and what is happening in their lives.  In addition to keeping up on the life and times of friends it also enables me to meet new people who my friends are interfacing with.  I enjoy this peep into their lives, but only to a degree.  I want to open the Pandora’s box, but not all the way.  I want to be open about my life but protect my tweets.

And therein lies the problem.  Because I protect my twitter feed only authorized connections can see it.  I want to enable many people to read and follow my life, but there is a limitation in twitter that forces me to follow them as well.  I wish we lived in a perfect world where I could keep a protected feed, enable others to follow me, and not follow them back.  But this is a limitation of the technology.

Now I like hearing about my friend’s lives in 140 characters or less, but I want them to be succinct and keep their live media stream within those boundaries.  I enjoy reading about even the nuances of ones life but disdain being forced to wade through pages of IM conversations between two people in order to find the content I really want to read.  I loath reading tweets that read “@friend yeah!” or “@friend totally!”  To me these are pains on my existence and only worsen the signal to noise ratio.

I am forced to work within the confines of technology and simply “unfollow” these people who violate my personal acceptance for such noise.  Sometimes these are people who I don’t personally know and sometimes these are actual friends.  I am sorry that twitter does not allow me to let them see my life stream, but I find it unacceptable to follow them just so they can listen in on my life.  Why should I change for their benefit?

So that’s life and how things happen on the Internet.  I end up following more people who increase the ’signal’ and unfollow those who increase the ‘noise’.

That’s right, I’m back in the Midwest again - ok, as much as St. Louis is considered as such.  I had a great dinner with friends.  It’s funny that when frequent business travelers get together all they talk about are TSA and the troubles of airports, hotels, etc.  (I’m told that once you have kids, the topic of “poop” suddenly becomes dinner conversation - ewww.)

I so rarely get to talk about myself but everyone seemed interested in my background.  It was nice that one of the dinner guests was German so I could pull that out and dust off a few words and stories.  Many of the others read my work blog and said they enjoyed it.  I’ve heard others say it but it’s strange to meet someone in person who actually reads your blog.  I’ve always said that the Internet gives everyone their Andy Warhol 15-minutes of fame.

I also met a fellow from South Africa so we talked about his past there.  S. Africa (.za) is a place I really want to visit some time - Johannesburg, not Cape Town.  Everyone else came from across the US, mostly on the East Coast.

I was surprised at how few of the people used social networking tools such as Facebook and Twitter, but a few of them had Flickr accounts.  I suppose taking digital photos is more common than micro blogging, but I would have expected more of the younger people there to be on Facebook.  Maybe the masses are still a generation behind them.

I enjoyed both participating in conversation and watching the consultants talk amongst themselves.  I’m no longer a hard-core techie but still enjoy listening to them talk about operating systems and new programs.  It’s as if I’m looking back in time.

I’m going to enjoy the next few days, but am already missing home.  I’ll be on the road for two weeks solid (no going home between weeks), but I just started my trip so things are ok now, but ask me again in a few days.  I like traveling, but someone it gets to be a bit much.  I say this, because after a while you start to think of the hotel room as “home” and you end up in hour long debates about the efficacy of TSA and what constitutes a “zip top” bag.  Although these are rallying points for frequent travelers, they are not how I want to reflect on my legacy many years from now.  At least I’m meeting new and interesting people who I might be able to include as “friends” several years from now.

I’m such an Elise.  Wow, “jealousy and competition”? Yeah, I feel it all the time.  Solution? The Desiderata.

This weekend was fun. On Friday I went out to Friday Night Swing with the intention of having fun and ended up being a party pooper as I sat and chatted more than I danced. I don’t know what hit me but my lack of practice lead to a detrimental disinterest in dancing. Several people helped me begrudgingly dance a bit, reminding me that anyone can dance even if it’s just the basics.

Chipmonkey returned from Vegas, otherwise known as the land of burning casinos.
We ended up going to dinner with friends at Nola’s, a Cajun restaurant in Palo Alto. I’m not usually interested in that style of cooking but the food was great and I really enjoyed myself. I don’t think I’ll ever order a fillet again because the strip steak there was just so well seasoned.

These friends mentioned a funny online comedy piece they saw called Mr. Deity. It’s a rather funny series of sketches about God (Mr. Deity), his assistant, Jesus, and Lucy (Lucifer). The comedy is a little tongue-in-cheek and will be lost on anyone without an understanding of Christian parables, but I really enjoyed it.

From there we drove back to SF just in time to meet our other half for some karaoke at Do Re Mi in Japantown. I’ve been there a few times now and just can’t get into the feeling. I think that a little alcohol would smooth over my lack of singing skills - both for me and the others who must listen.

“Some luck lies in not getting what you thought you wanted but getting what you have, which you may be smart enough to see is what you would have wanted if you didn’t have it.”

- Garrison Keillor, A Prairie Home Companion

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