An Anti-Piracy Advocate Joins the SOPA Blackout

I pay for my music.

I know… it’s a relic of the past.  Nobody pays for music anymore and, at least according to some of my friends who aren’t producing and selling music to pay the bills, nobody should pay for music.  They’ve told me that “charging for music is the old model, and the artists need to find a new model where they get paid but we don’t pay them.”  I’m not sure what that means, but OK.

I’ve had plenty of heated debates with buddies and strangers about the values of those who choose to not illegally download and share media.  I don’t do it because I’m on some trip to be righteous and holy.  If I had the ability, I’d send the RIAA and MPAA lawyers to the unemployment line tomorrow.  It’s not about the law, either.  While I do attempt to keep myself out of jail, pirating music isn’t exactly a risky proposition.  The odds of someone busting down the door and confiscating my computer are pretty slim.

So why don’t I do it?  Because I balance my demand for new music with my budget for purchasing it, then I reward the artists whose material I want by spending my hard-earned income on a copy of said material.  Do they get their fair cut?  No, but as I said… I’m not in support of the RIAA.  I’m in support of the artist, and my part of the bargain is buying the material.  By copying it, I’d be doing even less to support them than I am now, and until that changes, I will stay legit.

Tomorrow, websites across the country will black out in support of SOPA.  The concept is to demonstrate the potential effects of an internet that becomes censored by an overzealous entertainment industry.  SOPA aims to stop piracy the same way an F5 tornado aims to rearrange the throw pillows on your couch.  Wikipedia, Reddit, and even Google are getting in on the effort.  This is massive online demonstration of a caliber we have never seen in the United States and it has the bill creators and the industry lawyers issuing nasty press releases, clearly demonstrating their fear of the truth being revealed.

Do I believe that piracy is an issue?  Yes, I do.  I believe that it’s important, serious, rampant, damaging to the artists and needs to be toned down.  I support stiff penalties for sharing, common sense smaller penalties for downloading, and protections put in place to help make piracy more difficult.  This puts me at odds with many out there and I understand and respect the differences of opinion.

That said, I oppose SOPA because it takes a legitimate problem and attempts to correct it by placing nukes on every corner and giving the big red button to the bastard stepchild of Kim Jong il and the crazy cat lady from the Simpsons.

(By the way… mentioning that copyrighted character in my blog could put me at risk of having my entire site shut down without recourse or trial under SOPA.  Now you’re beginning to get the picture.)

Regardless of any difference of opinion on piracy in general, it is clear that SOPA, PIPA, and the more recent OPEN are all threats to the structure and openness of the internet.  It is important we keep the government (and indeed, the lawyers for the music industry) from manipulating our democratized network of free speech and open information.  This is why I will be joining the major sites above and thousands of smaller sites around the country and the world in blacking out my site on January 18th, 2012.

It is up to us to keep our government in check.  Remember:  They work for us, not the other way around.

(Updated:  Added a missing “not” in an early paragraph that made me sound silly.)

Life got crazy for a few days and it’s probably staying that way for awhile

Sleep had already been hard to come by.  As the last week crawled along, I began to miss Ohio more and more and the result was the same melancholy and the same insomnia that had become so familiar since last September.  Three hours one night, perhaps an hour and a half the next.. Mountain Dew cans were lining my desk at work and I collapsed on the couch every day at five.

Wednesday night I used my second favorite sleep aid to get some shuteye.  After finishing the bottle of Jack, I crashed for seven hours of the best sleep I’d had in 2012.  I knew there’d be hell to pay in the morning but I didn’t need to be at the office so I could knock out the day’s work without looking like a functioning member of society.  I set no alarm because I’ve realized by now it’s simply not necessary.  At 8:57, I groggily pulled myself off the air mattress and stumbled to the living room, sliding the dimmer switch about a third of the way up while my dilated pupils adjusted to what felt like the surface of the sun burning into my retina.

Why did I have an appointment with the big guy?  Typically my boss passed along all the messages from above, so I immediately assumed I had been fired for some offhand remark made in a moment of lowered inhibitions.  Wait… why is it in three freaking minutes?

Nothing sobers you up like a sudden meeting with your boss’s boss with a nondescript title.

I took a deep breath and dialed.  My fears were unfounded but a new type of desperation came over me as I was informed that the man I worked for had just accepted a position with a competitor and, as is policy in this competitive environment, he was required to terminate his relationship with the company immediately.  After seven years in services I made the leap into web planning only to have the guy with all the answers pried away in just over three months.

Did I worry because I felt unprepared for the responsibilities of his role on top of mine?  Perhaps.  I knew there were several projects I had never seen, contracts I didn’t have copies of… and I wasn’t exactly blessed with a lot of bandwidth in my current spot as it was.  I felt exposed, like I had been set up or failure.

This wasn’t the biggest problem, however.  As I stated above, the insomnia has been getting worse every time I come back to Minnesota, especially after I’ve been away from her for a couple of weeks or we don’t get much of a chance to communicate.  With this shift in staffing and responsibilities, how was I going to be back home by spring?  How could I justify this move when the one person I’d been proving myself to was no longer with the company to vouch for my trustworthiness and work ethic?  Was I doomed to stay in Minnesota, and if so, was there a bridge nearby?

The rest of the day was a blur.  That night was a blur.  The next morning, I gathered everything and did something I’ve rarely done on a Friday… I went to the office.  (Not only that, but I stayed until five.)  Upon my arrival, I sat down with my new boss and discussed everything.  My mind was put at ease as I learned everyone understood this would be a learning period and we could work together.  I spent the rest of that day being as productive as I’ve ever been and began to see this for what it was, career-wise:  An opportunity to demonstrate how quickly I learn, adapt, and excel under pressure.  This was all going to be very visible and I felt a newfound confidence that I would be knocking it out of the park.

Outside of my career, though, there are still too many questions.  It seems a selfish time to suggest a conversation about my residency while we’re all scrambling to make our new situation work; however, I simply cannot continue to provide the level of efficiency, quality and positive contributions on ninety minutes’ rest each night.

I’m concerned about my work/life balance, not because I’m working too much, but because I’m too far removed from my life.  I found a temporary cure at the bottom of a bottle of Jagermeister last night, but that’s not an acceptable long-term answer for someone just getting back into decent physical shape nor someone with my predilection for addiction.

I’ve resolved to address the situation Monday.  I feel that I have a duty to be as transparent as I can with my new boss and to work together with him and the larger team to do what’s best for our projects.  From where I sit, I still believe my best work would be generated from my home office… but it’s not my call.

I made a vow to work my way back where I belong.  I’m moving forward and keeping that vow.

The first nine chapters of the greatest love story ever written…

I often get asked for the story behind Kristin and I meeting each other and how the entire relationship came to be. I’ve shared the short version of the story perhaps one hundred or more times, but I don’t believe that I’ve ever turned it into a long-form story for all to read.  She says she doesn’t get mentioned enough in my blog, so Krissy – this one’s for you! 😉

Nine years ago this week (January 4th, 2003 to be exact), Kristin and I went on our first date.  Looking at the calendar this week and realizing how much time has gone by just blew my mind and it’s beyond my comprehension how, despite the years, it still feels like we should be counting months.

But first, we’ll go back to the previous July.  The previous year, I had lost a decent job in Columbus to a merger and was having trouble finding something to get me by.  Lost in the world, I decided I would make lemonade out of the lemons life kept handing me by crossing an item off my bucket list… operating a roller coaster.  I packed up what I could and threw the rest in storage and headed for Sandusky after being accepted at Cedar Point as a ride host for Power Tower.  It wasn’t a coaster, but I figured I could get there eventually.  Clearly, I wasn’t at a point in my life where I had set my sights too high.

There was on-site housing at Cedar Point and this is where I lived.  None of the housing was private; I chose a four person single-room dorm and met the guys who would be my roommates for the summer.  I had gone from the comfort and privacy of my apartment to sharing a single small room with complete strangers and my income was cut by about two thirds.  I tried to keep my head up but I didn’t expect the sun to come out any time soon.

Life went on and I was trained and prepped and uniformed and the season got under way. Fast forward to July on a day that couldn’t have been less than 90 degrees.  The sun had indeed arrived, literally speaking, and was about to shine on me metaphorically as well.  Three young girls came through the line while I was in the seat-checking position and, as is pretty customary between ride ops and teenage girls, there were some lighthearted flirtatious comments made before liftoff.  They came through a couple more times that day and I did my best to make sure I was there as opposed to up in the air conditioned control booth I typically preferred.

These girls were a riot.  I had several interactions per day like this but this one was more entertaining somehow.  I’m not sure if it was the mismatched two-striped tube socks or just the ridiculous line of conversation, but it sure didn’t feel like work.  Somewhere in the momentary chats before and after launch, I passed along my AIM screen name (2003, remember?) to continue our random craziness later.  I didn’t admit it to myself at the time, but the quiet girl in the group was exceptionally cute and I was hoping to get her to talk eventually.

Turns out, the quiet one of the group talked plenty.  After getting her screen name and chatting for a bit, I learned she worked at Toot Sweets, a dessert shack near the back of the park.  We decided to work out a way to take a lunch together, then another, and then it became a regular occurrence.  We were friends.. I was still in a relationship and she claimed to be at the time.  Besides, I wasn’t supposed to be seen with an underage “green tag” anyway.  Yet here we were, having lunch every day and chatting on AIM every night.  I guess I should’ve seen it coming quite a bit sooner.

The season ended.  I found a house to rent and a temp job at a magazine distribution facility in the area.  We kept chatting but we didn’t see each other after she quit in August.  Hiding behind our keyboards made us feel a little more bold, a little less vulnerable to the reality of our situation and we started arriving at the conclusion that we weren’t just talking because we shared the same taste in so many things… there was something a bit more “real” developing that neither of us had anticipated.  It wasn’t the easiest realization for my 22 year old self nor my 14 year old friend.  The world has a way of placing people in awkward situations with no clue on how to proceed.

At some point, I think it must have been around my 23rd birthday in October, I decided that it was time to stop pretending this wasn’t happening.  I suggested a movie.  She accepted.  I immediately became a nervous wreck because I literally had no idea how I was going to pull this off, but I knew that it was too late to turn back.  Time went by and we arrived at that date I mentioned earlier.. January 4th, 2003.  I arrived at her house for the first time and she came to the car.  She let me know that her mother was under the impression I was, let’s say, a bit younger than I was.  *gulp*

We got lost on the way to the movie theater.  I’d never been in the town we were heading for and I learned quite early that Kristin is not in charge of navigation.  🙂  Eventually, though, I asked at a gas station, where the clerk let me know I had been going the wrong direction for quite some time and set us back on the right course.  She wasn’t nervous about being lost in the middle of nowhere with me, so that was comforting at least.

Lord of the Rings 2 was our choice.. neither of us had seen the first one, but it was the longest movie playing at the time and we just wanted to be together longer, being the first time we had seen each other since admitting our feelings.  Apparently, the movie was a little too long as she fell asleep on my shoulder about halfway through.

(I cannot explain in words how amazing it feels to know that someone could trust you so much, so quick that they are literally comfortable enough to fall asleep on your shoulder on your first date.)

Months passed before we saw each other again, but we started talking constantly via AIM and phone.  I fell hard and fast for this girl and her mock reluctance fooled me into falling even harder and faster.  When the next season started at Cedar Point, every moment near that park was planned out to the minute so we could enjoy our lunch breaks together, ride coasters before and after work and just generally spend time around each other whenever we could.  I was moved to Corkscrew, a classic coaster that I fell in love with, and she was moved to Coasters, a 1950’s diner-style burger joint at the edge of the Corkscrew.

That was the best summer of my life, and when I need nostalgia, I just think of her and I meeting beside Coasters after work to just sit and talk.  Eventually, she left Cedar Point again and I was offered a great job in Columbus that I couldn’t resist.  Sadly, we parted… and two weeks later, we decided that the distance couldn’t stop us.  On August 19th, 2003, we made the relationship official.  We’d make it through anything and everything together; we’d be the ones that proved everyone wrong.

I put thousands of miles on my car driving to see her every third weekend, then every other weekend, then every weekend.  Eventually, I couldn’t take any more goodbyes and I went all in – I quit my job, broke my lease and moved back to Vermilion with nothing but my love for her to keep me going.  After two months of being unemployed, I was hired at Best Buy in Sandusky and this July, I’ll celebrate eight years with the company.  Thirty-two days later, I’ll celebrate nine years with the girl of my dreams.

Sure, there have been some rough patches.  Life isn’t a fairy tale.  Her older sister definitely wanted to see me die a slow and painful death and fighting the school board to let us attend her senior prom was a rather unique experience.  However, I stood my ground and declared our love as the real thing.  I told them all to check back in a decade for their proof.  I know people say things like that all the time, but in our case, it really meant something.  In a decade, our ages wouldn’t matter anymore.

We have one year to go and it’s only getting better.

There’s so much that came after those first few chapters, so many ways she’s improved my life and helped me achieve things I once thought impossible, but I can’t type all night.  Perhaps I’ll go a little more in depth in a few weeks on the rest of these first nine chapters and get some more of our story out there for the masses.  Regardless of all that, the tenth chapter will be bringing me home to her this year and I can’t wait to live it.

In this book, every chapter has a happy ending.

Progressives and Ron Paul: What the…?!

If you’re a conservative and you support Ron Paul, we’re cool.  It’s not too often I see your side de-escalating wars and ending persecution of marijuana users, so I’ll allow it.

If you’re progressive and you support Ron Paul, we need to talk.

Like, really talk.

I make Facebook posts about the war, the economy, whatever political topic of the day and the response is “RON PAUL 2012.”  OK, I get it, you’re a supporter.  It’s good to show loyalty.  I post about my vacation or what I had for dinner and the response is “RON PAUL 2012.”  Maybe, I think, you’ve hit your head and developed some sort of amnesia where you immediately forget what the topic was and that’s your reboot phrase that automatically rolls off your fingers.  I post about some silly old lady at the grocery store who insists on paying in loose change… “RON PAUL 2012.”  WHY ARE YOU REPEATING YOURSELVES?

It never says anything else, either.  Just that.  In all caps, regardless of the topic, with no context.  Sometimes, if someone’s feeling especially frisky, there are exclamation points or boldface.  I see it on Newsvine, Twitter, Reddit, comments on every major discussion site.. I even saw it written on a whiteboard at work.

I get it.  Military intervention is expensive and undiplomatic.  Throwing pot smokers in prison is a waste of resources and a pretty ridiculous excuse to terminate someone’s right to freedom.  Some of the things the guy stands for are positives.  It’s not too often that anyone stands up for these things, so you want to shout from the rooftops how much you love this awesome “libertarian” that seems to share so many of your values.

How, though, do you justify his continued wet dream of deregulating Wall Street and allowing unchecked corruption to surpass even the vile criminal conduct of the ten years leading up to the crash?  How do you, as a progressive who cares about the people of this country, defend a man who wants to shut down the departments responsible for ensuring food safety and environmental responsibility when contamination and environmental disasters are at their worst point in our lifetimes?  How do you, as intellectuals in a country of anti-intellectual conservatives, explain your support for a man who thinks the entire educational system should be turned over to for-profit corporations?

This guy is the epitome of the anti-progressive.  He’s literally off-the-charts Sarah Palin nuts.  He has spoken against the Civil Rights Act of 1964 (the one that allows blacks to eat in the same restaurant and drink from the same fountain as whites) because it “infringed on private property rights,” meaning it infringed on the right of business owners to kick out what I can only assume Mr. Paul refers to privately as the Negroes.  He stated the country “would be better off” without the government stepping in and stopping discrimination and that he would have voted against the CRA itself.  He was the only person in the entire Congress to vote against  nonbinding resolution commemorating the 40th anniversary of the act.

On Congressman Paul’s own website, he asks “Why should anyone be forced to subsidize the medical care of others?”  This progressive would like to answer with a question of my own: “In what self-righteous Ayn Rand-inspired dystopia would people need to be forced to help each other when they’re sick or injured?

This man is not even in the ballpark of progressivism.  He is a dangerous, crazy, uninspired, Objectivist superconservative that would literally hand the keys over to the private sector at a time when we need a strong and effective public sector.  Ron Paul is absolutely not what this country needs.

To which I’m sure a least a few of you will respond with nothing more than “RON PAUL 2012.”

I haven’t quit the blog.. I’m just quite busy for “the holidays”

Don’t think the rage is gone… it’s still there and I have about a dozen topics saved up over the past two weeks.  From the NDAA and gay rights battles to the Boehner “taking his ball and going home” fiasco, there is no shortage of stupidity going on in DC right now.  Sadly, you probably won’t be hearing about it for awhile on this blog because I’m set for some much-anticipated vacation time.

At this time tomorrow, I’ll officially be on the ground in Ohio for a week.  I take off at a little after 5pm my time and land in Ohio at 9:32 Eastern.  It’s an exciting flight for me because the six days that I’m home will be pure vacation.  No work, no way, no how.  Upon my return the follow Thursday, I’ll still be on vacation until Tuesday morning.  I’m scared at what may become of my various inboxes while I’m gone, but that’s for when I am back on company time.  For now, once I’m on that plane tomorrow, work stress is out of my life.

I already got my upgrade for Business Class already.. so free cocktails to help out with the whole “forgetting work” thing, but then something really cool (for me) happened.. AirTran sent an e-mail related to MSP tomorrow saying to be there “NO LATER THAN 120 MINUTES PRIOR TO DEPARTURE” due to extensive holiday travel and heightened security.  The double whammy of flying from the Humphrey (smaller) terminal and getting to take the Business Class/Elite security line will save me a huge headache since I’m going to the airport on a tight schedule after work.

On that subject (flying is one of my favorite subjects this year), I was actually on two planes yesterday as well.  For those of you who’ve never heard of a points run or mileage run, the idea is that you find a decent fare and fly the route with the sole intention of gaining points and/or miles to be used to earn tier status.  For example, ten flights in ninety days nets you Elite status with AirTran.  Between my first flight home from MSP in October and my flight back to MSP coming up on 12/29, I had eight flights and needed only one more round trip to earn Elite, so when the most recent fare sale included MSP-MKE for 59 dollars each way, I booked it.  I left at 5:45 yesterday morning, had breakfast and returned before 9:30.  I was at work by ten.  Fun times.

Now I just hope that AirTran doesn’t rip those Business Class seats out too early due to the Southwest merger.

Last thing on flights… flying Kristin and Tiffany out here for NYE.  I’m taking them to Pizza Luce, 5-8 Club, MoA and then Bar Fly for NYE.  They’ll be here Thursday through Sunday afternoon, flying back home after some recovery from the party the night before.  Watch Facebook, I’m sure there will be a few pictures of the party as the night goes on.  There’s supposed to be a resolution booth… I bet the person in THAT booth has more fun as the drinks start to flow.

Ahh.. resolutions.  I resolve to be living in Ohio full time again no later than May.  I resolve to run a nine minute mile by the end of the year.  I resolve to make 2012 the best year of Kristin’s life so far, though I haven’t figured out exactly how to do that yet.  I’m going to make a financial resolution of some kind, though I haven’t figured that one out yet.  Part of me really wants to resolve to get an IOL (intra-ocular lens) implant in my right eye this year so I can stomp on these glasses and forget about them.

That’s it for me.. what are your resolutions for 2012?  Leave them in the comments!

Now Taking Bets: What Will Spark the Next American Revolution?

“When even one American — who has done nothing wrong — is forced by fear to shut his mind and close his mouth, then all Americans are in peril.”

– President Harry S. Truman

Americans are known far and wide for their apathy toward government, employers, and everyone else that plays a role in deciding their fate.  One well-known example is the vacation gap which sees a country like Germany providing 30 vacation days per year to all their workers while Americans are often afraid to take the mere one or two weeks they’re provided for fear of not being seen as a team player, which led to a very interesting observation by a German blogger living in America: “Maybe that is the reason that many Americans never been out of the country and at times there isn’t much understanding for foreign cultures.”

There’s something to be said for the concept that Americans are apathetic because of the mistaken belief that all other countries are undemocratic, oppressed, impoverished and war-torn.  In a post I once read about the “ten reasons why America is the best country in the world,” the top two reasons were democracy and freedom.  The author opined that America has shined as the beacon of freedom for two centuries in an unfree world, that America by definition means “free.”

Notwithstanding that pop culture has taught us that drug and sex trade laws in the Netherlands are lax, most Americans don’t realize that country also allows gay marriage and free speech of individuals (but, unlike America, their free speech laws exempt commercial entities… corporations aren’t people across the ocean).

The dirty little secret is that most of Europe, Australia and a large part of Asia is indeed free and even democratic. In many cases, their freedom and democracy actually outdoes our own, and any threats to their liberties are handled swiftly, like last year when French riot police nearly went on strike after being told they couldn’t drink on the job.  In Europe, they know that if you give the government an inch of authority that they may take a mile.. so there is no compromise.  The people win or the people strike.  Such a change in America would..

.. Well, we can’t answer that because virtually every employer in the United States bans drinking on the job and drug tests everyone they hire regardless of relevance to the job.  Freedom!

So what would make Americans strike?

In 1995, eventual Vice President Joe Biden and others drafted what would eventually become the USA PATRIOT Act.  Put into effect in 2001 under the guise of protection from 9/11-style terror attacks, this well-prepared and far-reaching legislation gave the government powers that would have made Mussolini wet himself.  The president who said he would prefer the United States were a dictatorship suddenly ran an administration with the authority to snoop on all communications, medical and financial records, even library book records with no warrant, no probable cause, and no restrictions.

Nothing.

In 2008, the American economy collapsed as the outright fraud and criminal behavior of Wall Street came to light.  Millions were foreclosed upon by ruthless bankers who promised the world and, as they moved out, investors felt the second punch from the industry as their AAA-rated bonds were found to be loaded with mortgages that were likely to fail.  As mentioned in previous posts on this blog, banks were even foreclosing on houses they had never held papers on.  In the course of all these, the federal government determined that a financial infusion was needed to save people.. not the people being kicked out on the street but the bankers that had screwed everyone.  Homeowners, investors, retirees… millions had played by the rules and were screwed by the bankers… then had their tax money diverted to the same bankers.

Nothing.

A few Americans have been jarred from their comas.  The Occupy movement has shown promise at fighting back against the revolving door between the government and the private industry it is supposed to regulate.  In response, wide swaths of the underpaid, overworked middle class have come out swinging… in favor of their oppressors.  As police in military gear assaulted thousands around the country, the media portrayed the movement as college students looking for handouts instead of getting a job.

Not only nothing, but we are actively beating down the roots of our own revolution.

OK… we got this.  This one will result in an outright riot.

Last week the Senate passed the National Defense Authorization Act which literally allows the military to kidnap and imprison American citizens indefinitely.  With no due process.  For any reason or no reason at all.  With no recourse.

Nothing?  Seriously?  OK… how about this…

Three days ago, the House took control of this bill and voted by a margin of 406 to 17 to make the discussions surrounding this bill private, kept sealed from the American public which elected them.

And guess what, folks:  Still nothing.

So you tell me, what will it take?

Why would I be 700 miles from home, alone in a tiny apartment on Saturday night?

“…he sacrifices his health in order to make money.  Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health.  And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived.”

– Dalai Lama on the most surprising thing about humanity

What am I doing here?

Why am I spending Saturday night in front of a monitor, next to a sliding door that shields me from bitter cold, writing a blog in this solitary confinement while the girl I love and the friends I rely on are playing cards and having drinks 700 miles away?

What kind of life am I living by giving up all the things that make me happy so I can collect a bigger paycheck?  Is this really the person I’ve become?

No, it’s not.  I told myself that I couldn’t start a family without financial security; that I wouldn’t make a promise to a woman, that I wouldn’t bring a child into the world that I wasn’t absolutely sure would always be provided for.  The food, shelter, and health of that future family depended on a stable and sufficient income and the math was undeniable.

Still, though… I live alone, four states away from everyone that makes me happy?

My plans have been to propose the change in May.  I’ve made it clear to my boss and his boss (not to intentionally quote a song) that my heart is in Ohio.  As I sit here tonight and look at the picture my girlfriend sent me and realize that captured moment in time is the only moment in this entire day that I’ll get to see her, I realize that May was a bit ambitious.  I know I have to prove myself and make a business case and help the team adjust to the transition and all that, but I can’t spend five more months like this.

My priorities are shifting but I have to put a plan into action… tonight, I begin drafting plans to leave Minnesota before the snow melts.  May is not an option.
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So this is one of my shorter blog entries.. I wasn’t doing it so much to share my thoughts with the world as much as I just needed to get it off my chest.  Some of the coolest people in the world are chilling in Elyria, Ohio tonight and it’s not easy for me to be missing from that scene.  I’ll be home soon, one way or another.

Social Overload and Social Frostbite

I’m thinking I may try to coin a new phrase tonight, so I’ll just get on with it.

It was seven degrees when I woke up this morning.  The wind chill was below zero.  I considered the potential for working from the condo today but reluctantly acknowledged that today’s slate was a bit too full for telecommuting.  During my conversations today at the office, I encountered a few others expressing their disdain for the cold and their intention of isolating themselves amongst the comforts of their warm homes.  Some even said that the office clears out on the coldest days as everyone holes up like it’s the end times.

From my time spent working at the home office in Ohio, I’m aware of what isolation can do to someone.  Sometimes, I literally sat in the front yard with my laptop in the hopes that neighbors would come distract me for a few minutes because I had been so lacking human contact.  I found ways around it in Ohio but single digit temperatures… give me the chills.  Horrible pun intended.

So we’re staying inside to avoid the cold.  Social frostbite?  Yes/No?

I like it.

We can, of course, stay connected through the cold weather the same way I stay connected with the goings on back in the Buckeye State (Go Blue!).  There’s Twitter, Facebook, SMS… even e-mail if you’re still a little old school.  That sort of social interaction, though, presents much the opposite problem.  Instead of too little communication, it’s easy for a social experience to turn into a jumbled, useless mess if you don’t have the time to keep things cleaned up and streamlined.

At one point, between my various projects, I was responsible for five Twitter feeds, six Facebook accounts and/or pages, several e-mail addresses and a multitude of other platforms.  When Google+ debuted, I was sure to inform my more tech-centric buddies that I was sitting this one out.  I had too much going on.  And so it has remained until today, even as I see those friends flocking to the new big thing and blowing their Facebook profile, yesterday’s hub of connectedness, to smithereens.  If I don’t convert, I’ll be left behind by at least some of them.

I’ve reduced the non-work e-mail addresses down to three, soon to be two… and one of them will remain a “junk” account.  Outside of work, I now manage one Facebook page and two Twitter feeds (soon to be one).  I’ve been suffering from social overload.  It’s not necessarily anyone’s fault, my own or otherwise… I just got a little overwhelmed with the different focal points of my life and things overlapped and criss-crossed a bit.  Now’s the time to fix it.

Don’t get me wrong… I won’t be participating less in social media.  If anything, I’ve been stepping it up lately.  Streamlining your participation makes it far easier to manage the various channels.  Case in point:  Late last week, I contacted a guy on Twitter and we took the problem to Direct Message.  That led to an e-mail that led to a Google Talk instant message.  In the end, we resolved the issue… which was the administration of a Facebook account.  You can’t make this stuff up.  This sort of multichannel experience gets exponentially more difficult when you factor in several accounts in each channel.

It comes down to this:  One primary e-mail (and one backup).  One Facebook, one Twitter, one Google+, one LinkedIn.  Put things where they go, cross-promote as necessary, but figure out how you’re going to use each one and stick with it.  Follow away on Twitter… but put everyone in a custom group so you can follow the right people at the right times.  Do the same on Facebook… it’s a little less intuitive than Google+ Circles, but it’s not that bad.  Get your game plan together and execute.

As for me, I’ll be transitioning out of several accounts this week that I’ve used for quite some time and making sure everyone knows to migrate to the remaining accounts.  I have some lists to build, but once I’m done, life will be far easier.

Then I’ll be able to get through this winter without falling victim to social frostbite.

Also, MySpace.  We’re bringing it back.  See you there.  🙂

Why I’m Not Occupying the People’s Plaza

Not far up the light rail here in Minnesota is a group of perhaps five or six people at their lowest and a few hundred on the nice days, holding up signs and shouting their concerns about a society that has forgotten about the collective in an attempt to wake those around them to the corruption that has infiltrated every level of government and regulatory agency.  They’re good people with good hearts and a worthy, important goal and I’ve spent some time with them (including rainy nights in a sleeping bag), but nothing recently.  Why, with my support of many of their most popular goals, am I not participating in the occupation today?

America is an interesting place.  I read anecdotes on a daily basis from our European brothers and sisters incredulously recounting how they saw American flags on cars and houses all up and down Main Streets and we even said a Pledge of Allegiance to our flag (which, for Americans who don’t know, is considered crass and xenophobic by many non-Americans).  We have created a life where you can get by under normal circumstances, which pacifies, but you can’t get ahead in most social situations and you can never be prepared for a crash.  We’re on a comfortable trapeze without a net but most Americans never look down and consider what would happen if we fell tomorrow.

With the occupiers, though, it’s different.  These folks see major wrongs within our society that they protest because they actually want real, tangible change.  They see that the net’s missing.  They are aware that despite its comforts, the trapeze of the working class is frayed and ready to snap.  For millions of Americans, it already has, and the outright cockiness of those who had been screwing with the ropes enrages them.  They saw the bankers pulling it apart, thread by thread, but nobody would listen until their own personal ropes frayed enough to finally break.

Why was it so difficult to make everyone look down at the lack of a net, or up at the ruling class working to fray the ropes?  Over the past thirty years, a cadre of influential charlatans such as Milton Friedman and Ronald Reagan have pushed an Atlas Shrugged-derived concept of self-righteousness, ruthlessness and carelessness onto American society.  They ushered in an era where each individual was taught that, according to Objectivism, “the proper moral purpose of one’s life is the pursuit of one’s own happiness.”  This damaged manner of thinking has become an alarmingly popular attribute even within the struggling working class, despite the dismissal of Ayn Rand’s book in 1957 as a hateful lesson in greed.

So we have a small number of compassionate, altruistic folks fighting a populace of greed and self-interest.  The challenge here is clear, but as momentum continued to build I became quite excited that this was our time.  Indeed, Massachusetts last week sued five large banks and a foreclosure mill for their fraudulent practices in that state as more people became sympathetic to a cause that featured Marines, former police chiefs, elderly ladies and librarians being pepper sprayed, assaulted with rubber bullets, and locked up in jail beaten and bloodied by a police force that forgot who they were supposed to serve and protect.

Sadly, there’s an issue with the Occupy movement that is making it difficult to build momentum.  Democracy is messy and I realize that.  However, democracy is not about ending power structure or always having unanimity.  Democracy needs representatives, branding, an organizational structure, and some concrete, direct messaging.  We aren’t going to accomplish anything by requiring a unanimous decision or by maintaining an unorganized structure with no means to release official statements or direct demands.

What the Occupy movement needs right now is structure.  They do not need to limit voices to do that; the leadership structure should be designed in a way that the individuals on camera are always representing the majority will of the people at the camp and will be quickly replaced if that doesn’t happen.  As long as the people control the message, it is not inappropriate to have a specific group of individuals delivering it.  We need trained media personalities, trained public relations experts, copywriters, producers… we need more structural organization for keeping the parks looking tidy.  We need to look like organized, clean, hard-working and respectful Americans.

What we need next is a voting structure that allows everyone involved to participate but does not require unanimous decisions.  Democracy is about majority, not unanimity.  Issues should be brought forward, explained in detail, voted on and passed or failed based on majority rule.  With this, we would be able to more quickly develop concrete demands and demonstrate that we are not on the fringe of society.  We are organized and ready to ensure our demands are met.

Then, finally, we need to focus on ONE DEMAND at a time.  We can’t have ten different campaigns going at once.  Base it one majority vote.  It’s a simple process:

  • Collect the proposed demands and hold a majority vote on each to determine if the group supports it
  • Hold a vote on each passed demand to ask if it should be the first demand
  • The one with the highest percentage of “yes” votes becomes the first demand until it is resolved
  • Hold another vote on each remaining passed demand to determine the next action
My guess is that the order would be similar to the following:
  1. Reinstate Glass-Steagall
  2. Overturn Citizens United
  3. Campaign Finance Reform to end unethical lobbyist behavior
  4. Break up companies which could pose a threat to the national economy if they were to fail
However, at our current rate we will not be creating a list of demands before the next presidential election and by that time the movement will have fizzled out as a footnote in American history books.  Sadly, as long as we keep believing leaderless anarchy and unanimous decision-making are the best call, we can’t change the path we’re on.
I urge my brothers and sisters in the Occupy movement to heed this warning.  The numbers in most of the country’s camps have dwindled during the past two weeks.  UC Davis was the last big media coup we had and it is fading from the front of people’s minds.  You can’t let that happen.  The time to take decisive and direct action is now and I’m ready to jump back in when we’re ready to move forward.

Home is where the heart is; the bad habits are there too

I just returned from 16 days back in good old Elyria and I must say that I had a great time.  I was there so long that it really started to feel like everything was back to normal, so coming back out this time was almost as hard as the first time.  It’s strange how quickly I readjusted there and the same goes for the quick readjustment once I returned to cold, blustery Bloomington.  That said, I’ve realized there are some major differences in my Ohio self and my Minnesota self.

For those who aren’t already familiar with the backstory, I learned really quickly that Minnesotans walk.  I mean they walk a lot.  I’ve been trying to join the craze and I’ve also been hitting up Planet Fitness several times a week while here (more on them later) and the results have been spectacular.  Along with my excellent diet out here (lettuce wraps, spaced out meals, less pasta and Jager, etc.), the workouts have helped me lose around twelve pounds since relocating.

Sadly, in my sixteen days in Ohio, I ate out probably a dozen times (including pizza, burgers, pasta and everything else I shouldn’t be eating) and I worked out a grand total of twice.  I also drank a bit more Jager, which is far worse than the whiskey I tend to gravitate toward when I’m working to make better decisions out here.  Those wonderful discrepancies took away half of the gains I made since the big move.  Yuck.

Another interesting bad habit that resurfaced was drinking and getting obnoxious about it.  See, out here I have a drink or two at home and then hit the sack… or I dive into the occasional Jager-fueled radio show (follow me on Twitter for the next one!) until I pass out.  Back around the girlfriend, I drank and wanted to party with her, sometimes quite a bit more than she wanted to party back.  I might spend every day shufflin’, but she has college, work, internship, etc. and needs that rest to get by.  I take it a little personally when I’m the only one who wants to party all night… so I bitch and moan about it, drunkenly thinking that’ll inspire her to get up and party when in reality it probably just makes her want to take a frying pan to my head (sexism not intended).

Now work, that was my shining star… I was very productive when it came time to do my job.  I’m fully confident that I’m ready to handle that aspect, armed with the knowledge that I need to escape the office and work somewhere else at least a day or two a week to keep myself from falling victim to cabin fever.  At least I know I’m ready for that.

The other stuff, though… all I know for sure is that living on my own and working in an office around other human beings makes me take care of business in a way that I haven’t completely applied to Ohio life yet.  Of course, it’s not for a lack of trying, but in my two nights back in Bloomington I’ve worked out, grocery shopped, cleaned the place, prepped meals, unpacked, ate healthy and wrote this blog.  And had half a glass of Jack and Coke without slipping into party mode.

And I’ll be going to bed around ten to get up early and do it all over again tomorrow.

The next big task in my life is to figure out how to do what I do here – when I get back there.

I’m not too worried, though… I tend to notice learning opportunities when they arise and I’m also fortunate to have a significant other who cares about me enough to tell me when I’m broken and need to fix myself.  Everyone should be so lucky.

Only 22 days to the next trip home where I get to test all the theories I’ve created around this.   You can be sure I’ll blog about it.