Wouldn't it be easier if there was no dating? No sitting by the phone, no wondering how people feel about you, no awkward moments where you have nothing to say? Albert: Welcome to NoDating, how may I help you? Marcus: I've heard good things about your InstantRelationship program, I think I'd like to try it. Albert: Alright, follow me. Marcus follows Albert in the back of the store, they walk down a long hallway where all the doors are closed. Finally, Albert unlocks one door and ushers Marcus to step inside. The room is a bit cramp, there's a bed and a chair inside. In the back there's also a sink with an empty glass on it. Albert: Lie down here please. Marcus lies down on the bed. Albert pulls out a box of what looks like tic tacs from his pocket. He goes over to the sink, fills the glass with water and comes back to the bed. Albert: Here, take one of these and swallow. Marcus takes a pill and drinks the water. -- end scene -- * two hours later * Marcus is lying on the bed sleeping. He opens his eyes and sits up. Albert is seated on the chair. Albert: How do you feel? Marcus: Fine, I slept well. Albert: Okay then, let's begin. First I'll give you a briefing, then you can ask any questions you may have. Your girlfriend's name is Melissa, she's 22 and teaches English evenings to adults in an after-school program. She's from Murcia, but she's lived here with her parents most of her life. Her parents are both lawyers. Melissa wants to be a marine biologist and she goes to school for that. * 40 minutes later * You see her on Tuesdays, Fridays and weekends. You also play tennis together Wednesdays at 5pm. Melissa loves reading, cooking, traveling and antiques. She's allergic to pepper. Marcus: Does she love me? Albert: Yes. What she loves most about you is your passion for poetry. Marcus: Say what now? Albert: You made that up on the first date to impress her. Marcus: Oh for crying out loud. Albert: Look, you know how this works. Any other questions? Marcus: I guess not. Albert. Well then, good luck! -- end scene -- * that evening * Melissa is cooking in the kitchen, Marcus is watching football on tv. He gets up from the couch to get a beer from the fridge. Melissa: I can't wait to go to that poetry recital tonight. Marcus: Uhm, Melissa, there's something I have to tell you.. I don't really like poetry. * 10 minutes later * Melissa: What else have you said that isn't true? Marcus: Well, I can't really say, but things may come up as we go along. -- end scene -- * one week later * Albert: Hi, welcome back. Marcus: *groan*
Archive for the ‘observations’ Category
no dating
March 4th, 2006
virtual people in real meetings
March 3rd, 2006
Much is said about the culture of the internet, how people communicate with nick names they know nothing about, leaving the possibility of anonymity and impersonation wide open, only to encourage abuse. Or something like that. To put a spin on that, I've met ten of these phony, introvert, psychotic aliases in the flesh, and I have to say it's been a positive experience for the most part. What strikes me the most is how the virtual personality can present itself from a much different side than it will in real life, and so the people you meet sometimes appear to be warped reflections of the people you know online. Of course, the better you know the person, the bigger the potential surprise when they appear as the reincarnation of some altogether different persona.
People from the internet I've met in real life:
- stephanho
- ErikP
- nina1981
- Torkel
- Majed
- Diavolo
- yohy
- Psycho
- Haroon
- Boyo
If you're not careful, your name could be next on the list.
post cards
March 1st, 2006
Sending post cards is normal practice, right? You're on vacation, you're thinking "I should send one to Bob, we got one from him when he went to Barcelona last year". You reciprocate. Or sometimes you want to emphasize the importance of a relationship and you send a card. Or you want to revive an old friendship. Either way the post card does the job just fine. But when you shop for post cards, do you think to yourself "I should get a different card for every person"? You do, don't you? But why? Why do we get 5 different cards to send to 5 different people? The cards are not for us, we bought them just so we can send them to people, so we might as well pick out the nicest one, get 5 prints of that one and send them out. What, do people get together and compare cards they got? "I can't believe Martin sent us both the same card!!" No, they don't do that, in fact they don't even know that they both got a card from you, because it rarely comes up in conversation. And even if it did, it's not a crime to send the same one, noone is going to reprimand you for it. And even if by some freak of nature that did happen, you could always say "I liked this one so much I sent it to both of you". See, there's just _no way_ you can get in trouble over this. So why bother shopping for 5 different cards? If you have two friends and one likes architecture, you can send him a picture of the cathedral, then you can send the other one, a soccer fan, a picture of the stadium. That makes sense. But if there's no circumstance like that, there's really no point in being selective, just pick one and duplicate. See, this has nothing to do with the people you send these cards to, this is all about you. Not wanting to go the easy way, putting in an effort, a pointless one at that. Why should one person get a nice card and another person get a mediocre one, just because you couldn't find two different ones that were both nice? I'm sure both would prefer getting the nice one.
So that's it for me, no more shopping for unique cards, from now on you're all getting the same one.
Ronan Keating was right
February 28th, 2006
Odd title, isn't it? Somehow I never thought I would write those exact words. Heard that song on the radio today and it's the first time I thought the lyrics were any good. "Life is a roller coaster", says Ronan. I'm not the type to have mood swings, I'm pretty centered and stable. Or so I thought. But the last month (it sure feels longer than any other month, I can tell you that) I've had them a lot. I think my average state of mind is still mostly what it was back home, but I oscillate a lot more these days. Content one day, sad the next morning, feel better by midday, unhappy the next morning, happy in the evening. What's funny is that sometimes it seems to happen for no reason at all. Waking up on Monday I had slept well and I felt really happy. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I'm happy, "look this is what you wanted, you spent years thinking about going to college abroad". And when I hear that voice, I go from neutral to happy. Yeah, I'm here, this is it. It's pretty strange how that works. One thing that is still with me from a book I read about the teachings of the Dalai Lama, is that happiness is pretty much a product of doing things that make us happy. So if you ask yourself what will make me happy and you do just that, you *will* be happy. Studying is good, it gives a feeling of accomplishment and makes me feel responsible. Slacking is bad, contributes to the negative feelings (guilt, lack of purpose) which counter happiness.
But it still oscillates. One day I'm meeting lots of people, having a good time. The next sometimes I feel like I don't want to see anyone (Sundays are like that a lot), almost make an effort to avoid people.
fun is doing what you're not supposed to
February 27th, 2006
This time I'm going to forgo the whole production of introducing the subject and asking questions and just launch right into the thesis, then you can tell me if you agree or not.
I've read some literature on hacking the last few years and one of the things that comes up quite often is that the spirit of hacking is influenced by the notion of doing something naughty, something unorthodox, in other words something you're not supposed to do. Hackers sometimes like to point out people in other fields whom they consider to be "hackers", for instance Einstein. He was a great hacker, he was brilliant and he definitely did what he wasn't supposed to. Why do I bring up hacking here? Because the essence of hacking is having fun. So that's one fairly powerful group behind my theory. :) (btw if you think hacking means breaking into computers, you need to get your story straight..)
Why is it fun to do what you're not supposed to? Why isn't it fun to do what you're supposed to? Because, when someone gives you a task to do, they decide why. And that rationale is something you need to establish for yourself, without outside influence. It's fun to do things on your own, because you decide what to do, what to accomplish, how, when and why. Most importantly: why. You see, it's about creativity and spontaneity. Being spontaneous is great pleasure at times, it makes you feel empowered. "I just had this idea last week, I decided to work on it and now I have a working home made toaster." It doesn't matter what you do, as long as it's your idea to begin with. And that's the essence of it, you are master of your domain.
I built juventuz.com in 2000, because I was into building web sites and I was into Juventus. I wasn't the first person to have that idea, nor was I the only one at the time. But it was my project, I decided everything myself. And I did it when I wasn't supposed to, I worked on the site instead of doing homework. It was fun, really fun, the most fun I had in years. After a few years, when the fun ran out, I decided to give it up. For years I played with linux on my own, because it was fun. I wanted to try a lot of different things, some things worked, some didn't. It was all about exploring technology. I wasn't supposed to do it, but it was fun. This one you can relate to.. blogging is fun, isn't it? But we're not really supposed to do it, we're supposed to do more important things. Wouldn't it be great if people paid us to blog? No, it wouldn't. Then it would be a job, something you're supposed to do, it would suck the fun right out of it.
This is an illusion I used to have for many years in school. It was always a problem with motivation that I didn't like certain subjects. But in high school, you can choose what to take and so I thought the problem would go away. "I can choose what I want, this is great." It doesn't change anything. Because it's not really about what subject or field you pursue, it's about doing it on your own terms. As I look back, I'm surprised that some courses in college, which looked fun on the surface, became a real chore. I didn't see that coming, I thought "this would finally be a fun course".
Why is this, what's behind it? Doing things on your own means not having to live up to anyone's expectations. It means not having to take anyone's reasoning about what you should do and why for granted. Doing what you're not supposed to adds a spice to that mix, it adds excitement, a voice that says "I'm gonna show them that I can do this and come out on top". It's rebellious and people like rebellion, they like questioning authority because they like freedom of thought. It seems like a paradox sometimes. Doing something on your own terms means not having a deadline, being able to do it later or dropping it altogether. And yet that's when you work at it the hardest, isn't it? Back when I worked on juventuz I had a stronger determination and a greater attention to detail than I've had on any other project.