Then: January 23rd, 2010.
Now: August 17th, 2011.
The Plan: Write more.
The Plan Extended: Write more, especially on this site. Read more
As life moves on and the years start adding up, people tend to sit down and reflect more. This is probably still my weakest point, I like moving forward too much to really sit down. Nevertheless I have learned to not always immediately react on things anymore, sometimes I even know when to shut up. Occasionally I still fail at the latter.
Generally though, I tend to live a quiet background life all while being the dynamic me people know. While trying to still be prolific I really enjoy living in the shadows. It is nice there, not too hot nor too bright.
Believe me when I say that I do know how it feels to live in the spotlights and the three people who have followed this blog since years do know that I do not shun these spotlights either. But I’m getting old and people change.
Suffice to say that I was very surprised today to find myself in the crossfire or rather the line of fire from someone I do not know. In the middle of a very hostile and spiteful attack. Read more
I am tempted to entitle Michael Lopp (Rands In Repose) ‘Best Blogger All Times’.
Rands had already earned the respect of every nerd years ago, with his Nerd Attention Deficiency Disorder essay.
Folks, I’m a nerd. I need rapid fire content delivery in short, clever, punch phrases. Give me Coupland, give me Calvin’n’Hobbes, give me Asimov, give me The Watchmen. I need this type of content because I’m horribly afflicted with NADD.
Folks, this isn’t multi-tasking. This is advanced case of Nerd Attention Deficiency Disorder. I am unable to function at my desktop unless I’ve got, at least, five things going on at the same time. If your count came close, you’re probably afflicted, as well. Most excellent.
And his latest essay, The Nerd Handbook, is another winner.
Your nerd lives in a monospaced typeface world. Whereas everyone else is traipsing around picking dazzling fonts to describe their world, your nerd has carefully selected a monospace typeface, which he avidly uses to manipulate the world deftly via a command line interface while the rest fumble around with a mouse.
The reason for this typeface selection is, of course, practicality. Monospace typefaces have a knowable width. Ten letters on one line are same width as ten other letters, which puts the world into a pleasant grid construction where X and Y mean something.
The ability to instantly context switch also comes from a life on the computer. Your nerd’s mental information model for the world is one contained within well-bounded tidy windows where the most important tool is one that allows your nerd to move swiftly from one window to the next. It’s irrelevant that there may be no relationship between these windows. Your nerd is used to making huge contextual leaps where he’s talking to a friend in one window, worrying about his 401k in another, and reading about World War II in yet another.
Oh, go read it yourself! NOW!.
Personally, I am still ignoring the facts: I’m no nerd! And I will never be.
But hardly anyone is as quotable as Rands In Repose. And it’s weirdly annoying to realize, admit, how often I can just hold hands up, reading Rands’s essays. Even though I don’t like toys and gadgets. Well not your typical nerd toys/gadgets. :D
In the meanwhile, until I accept the truth… I’ll just look forward to another truth. One I fondly agree with.
As a side note: People can be relevant. As long as they trip the relevancy flag. When, we’ll engage heart and soul. The right person probably is the relevancy flag impersonated. ;-)
Edit: After re-reading it once more, I luckily am glad that my social skills ARE better than portrayed in the essay. When the other people deserve my attention.
Edit 2: The title of this entry, Someone Just Wrote A Manual Of Me, really disturbed me. Some points in the entry are totally not me, mainly the social skills factor. I edited the title.
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