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My field notes

30 Oct

I spend quite a lot of time reading and linking disparate ideas together in the general course of my work, often when I’m trying to put something together — a blog post, a presentation, or an email about something I’m working on. Not all of the material is available on the Internet, so I have to manually input or scan quotes. I do my best to go to the best source for whatever I’m working on, not just the easiest one to get digitally. In the course of putting my “optimizing for developer happiness” keynote at Railsconf, for example, I:

I’m always looking for new ways to share the information I pull together, and I’ve tried all sorts of approaches over the years: Moleskine notebooks, Devonthink (one of Steven Johnson’s favorites), Evernote, assiduous note-taking on a Kindle (if you do the same, be sure to read this from Fred), and pinboard, just to name a few. Most of that ends up in my own private archives, and even when you share something via a service like pinboard, you’re assuming there’s a URL to link to (which there wasn’t in the case of Drucker’s Concept of the Corporation, which blew my mind in how prescient it was.)

I use Twitter a lot, but don’t find it very useful as a place to keep snippets while I’m working on something. On my blog, I’m a little old-fashioned and mostly like to write fully-formed pieces when I do write, so it’s more of a place for introducing relatively complete ideas. I felt like I could use something in the middle to keep the dribs and drabs along the way and get some (hopefully) interesting things on the Internet in the process, so I’m giving Tumblr a try.

I’m calling my tumblog my “field notes.” If you look at the wikipedia page for “fieldnotes” (one word), you’ll see one definition of the term:

Emerson (1995) defines fieldnotes in ethnography (a term referring generally to descriptive writing in anthropology, and also to subfield of sociology) as ‘accounts describing experiences and observations the researcher has made while participating in an intense and involved manner’.

That describes the spirit pretty well. So, we’ll see how this goes (some music might also slip in there now and then). Follow me if you’re interested. (here’s an RSS feed)

Making things, infinite games, and Fred Brooks

3 Sep

Caterina’s post “Make Things” is so awesome and spot-on. You should read it. Here’s a taste:

There are so many conferences these days, so many voluble, charismatic leaders, and so much noise. I talk to a lot of entrepreneurs in their 20s who are knowledgeable about the valuations various Y Combinator startups have attained, know the names of all the angel investors in the Valley, have in-depth knowledge of the Facebook diaspora and their doings, have opinions on various Zynga acquisitions, and know exactly how to get Andrew Mason on the line…it boggles the mind. These are good things to have in your tool kit. But I want to hear about things out there that they love. About loving the thing they’re building. There’s less of that.

I think part of what Caterina is saying is that pure focus on networking and IPOs and fundraising and valuations and acquisitions neglects the core sense of play that got most of us into this world in the first place.

This is something I was thinking about earlier this week, when I was talking with a team at Etsy about our mission and values and the importance of a sense of play came up. On that theme, I suggested that the folks in the room read James Carse’s Finite and Infinite Games: A Vision of Life as Play and Possibility (a book Caterina recommended to me years ago). I won’t summarize it here (that’s your second reading assignment of this post!) but you can cheat a little with Wikipedia:

In short, a finite game is played with the purpose of winning (thus ending the game), while an infinite game is played with the purpose of continuing the play.

The inside cover of the book gives you a little more flavor:

The rules of the finite game may not change; the rules of an infinite game must change.

Finite players play within boundaries; infinite players play with boundaries.

Finite players are serious; infinite games are playful.

A finite player plays to be powerful; an infinite player plays with strength.

A finite player consumes time; an infinite player generates time.

The finite player aims for eternal life; the infinite player aims for eternal birth.

(I see Etsy and the dynamics of the community that drive it as having strong characteristics of Carse’s “infinite game.” Running any good company is like an infinite game, which is why this Onion story is funny: “Corporation Reaches Goal, Shuts Down.” This may be the subject of another post.)

When I think about what motivates me and attracts me to companies and people in my life, it’s always been the same sense of joy in creation that Fred Brooks described so eloquently in The Mythical Man-Month, the joy that Caterina wants to hear from more entrepreneurs. Brooks’ book is primarily known for identifying and explaining the basic fallacies in project planning that give the book its name and a law named after Brooks. It’s rarely (if ever) credited as such, but I think it’s really a paean to creativity and the inherent problems encountered when trying to break what is essentially creative work and creative people into interchangeable functions and parts. It makes it all the more powerful that he wrote the excerpt below in 1974 (and led with it on page 7), long before most regular folks had even thought about computers, much less that making them work was even remotely creative (note the pinball machine and jukebox references!):

Why is programming fun? What delights may its practitioner expect as his reward?

First is the sheer joy of making things. As the child delights in his mud pie, so the adult enjoys building things, especially things of his own design. I think this delight must be an image of God’s delight in making things, a delight shown in the distinctness and newness of each leaf and each snowflake.

Second is the pleasure of making things that are useful to other people. Deep within, we want others to use our work and to find it helpful. In this respect the programming system is not essentially different from the child’s first clay pencil holder “for Daddy’s office.”

Third is the fascination of fashioning complex puzzle-like objects of interlocking moving parts and watching them work in subtle cycles, playing out the consequences of principles built in from the beginning. The programmed computer has all the fascination of the pinball machine or the jukebox mechanism, carried to the ultimate.

Fourth is the joy of always learning, which springs from the nonrepeating nature of the task. In one way or another the problem is ever new, and its solver learns something: sometimes practical, sometimes theoretical, and sometimes both.

Finally, there is the delight of working in such a tractable medium. The programmer, like the poet, works only slightly removed from pure thought-stuff. He builds his castles in the air, from air, creating by exertion of the imagination. Few media of creation are so flexible, so easy to polish and rework, so readily capable of realizing grand conceptual structures…

Yet the program construct, unlike the poet’s words, is real in the sense that it moves and works, producing visible outputs separately from the construct itself. It prints results, draws pictures, produces sounds, moves arms. The magic of myth and legend has come true in our time. One types the correct incantation on a keyboard, and a display screen comes to life, showing things that never were nor could be.

Programming then is fun because it gratifies creative longings built deep within us and delights sensibilities we have in common with all men.

I, along with Anil, am optimistic that we can make this mindset the default.

Unplugging

21 Dec

I’m headed out of town today and am planning to (mostly) unplug until January 10. I’m really, really looking forward to spending time with family, some quiet reflection/writing/guitar-playing, and lots of reading.

Why “mostly”? I have a feeling I’ll do things like fire up Netflix and upload photos from my travels to Flickr. I’m not planning to get anywhere close to Facebook, Twitter, or email.

So, see you online and elsewhere again on January 10! Happy holidays, everyone.

Blog moved

17 Oct

I’ve been really busy with this other site I’ve been working on, and I haven’t been keeping my WordPress install up-to-date (which is dangerous), so I just moved everything to the WordPress.com infrastructure.  My blog is now at http://blog.chaddickerson.com/, thanks to the sub-domain mapping service that WordPress offers.

I also pointed my Feedburner-powered RSS feed to the new blog.  If you have any trouble with RSS or anything else, let me know!

NYC Century: the 55-mile route

13 Sep

(This will be probably be the last biking post for a little while, then back to regularly-scheduled tech! Thanks for indulging me.)

Before the NYC Century ride, I couldn’t find good maps of the 55-miler, so I tracked the route on my Garmin yesterday so I could share it later. I think we got off the official route a few times for short periods, but here it is (of course, it changes frequently and could be different next year):


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Enjoy. I’ll add the elevation profile and all that when I have a little more time. There was about 1400 feet of climbing.

It was a really awesome ride, as much for the sense of community among the riders as the ride itself.

Remembering 9/11

11 Sep

On September 11, 2001, I was living in Berkeley, California. One of the things I remember most is the generous outpouring of sympathy for New York and the United States at the time, with Le Monde in Paris writing beautifully Nous sommes tous Américains: we are all Americans (translated version). Having lived in New York for two years now, what I didn’t fully appreciate then was the intense love that New Yorkers feel for the city. The towers themselves could be seen across the East River from the bedroom of my apartment where I live now in Brooklyn, which I know now because I see the Tribute in Light from that spot today. The city has become my own in the past two years of living here and I feel the impact of 9/11 in a way that I didn’t then.

Like most people, I had good friends in NYC at the time, and I caught a close friend working in midtown on IM that morning shortly after the second tower fell. I saved the transcript, and reading it now brings back the chaos and worry of that morning, the feeling of not knowing if the people you cared about were ok, and concern for the people who experienced such horror, mixed in with the human spirit of dark humor from someone who was in a frightening situation. I was lucky that my friends and loved ones were ok, but felt such a sense of sympathy and concern for those who weren’t sure about their love ones.

me: everything ok where you are?
friend: or relatively so?
friend: pendemonium
friend: i'm shaking so hard i can't even see straight
me: i was glad to see you pop up on IM.
friend: thx
friend: i'm looking for [friend of his]
friend: who works downtown
friend: classic [big company] internet moment. i can't post new content to [the web site he was working on]
me: the internet is pretty much hosed right now.
friend: i was on the subway right as it happened, evidently. 8:45
friend: i was just in the WTC on Monday
friend: labor day
me: i'm staying at home. . . not risking driving over the bay bridge today.
friend: i'm gonna be sick
me: is there any way to get back to queens?
friend: don't know, the bridges are closed
friend: nothing stop sspam. i just got 3 mails to enlarge my breast size
me: not surprised.
friend: was outside. so much chaos
friend: not safe to walk around even up here
me: why is it unsafe there? just too much panic?
friend: too much panic and confusion and emergency vehicles

Our conversation ended then, but I at least I knew he was ok at the moment, if not very shaken.

View of San Francisco from Berkeley hills on 9/11/01At that point, the news from CNN got to be overwhelming and I hopped on my bike to ride up into the Berkeley hills from the flatlands where I lived. When I got up there (about 1300 feet above sea level), I took some deep breaths and took in the views of the bay that had always had such a calming effect on me. That day, I remember gazing at the Golden Gate Bridge and taking a photo of it knowing that it had been evacuated out of concerns that terrorists might fly planes into it or blow it up. Would I be one of the last to see it intact? I took some other photos that day, in part to document what that day was like but also because I was legitimately wondering if something might happen to alter the landscape that I was seeing, not to mention the lives of those living in it. I thought of T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land. These were strange and frightening feelings, but I had seen the towers fall on TV just hours earlier and the rumor mill of what might happen on the west coast was going at full throttle.

I visited NYC about six weeks after 9/11 and the memorials around the city brought me to tears many times. I remember coming across a donation station for food and treats for the dogs who were still looking for victims, and there was still smoke in the air downtown as the remains of the building smoldered. The city was very much in mourning.

My heart goes out to those who lost friends and loved ones that day.

Hacking Matters panel at SXSW

22 Aug

I’m super-excited about the panel proposal, Hacking Matters, that my friend and fellow hacker Tarikh Korula put together for SXSW. Havi Hoffman (@freshelectrons) will be joining us, too. I’ve been to SXSW three times now but have never done a panel, so I hope we get in (vote us up!)

Here’s what I wrote in the comments on the panel picker (I added some links here, which you can’t do in the SXSW comment system). (Read on for some links to some past presentations and blog posts on the subject that I collected that will give you a hint of what we’d be talking about in the panel.)

Hack Days are pure magic — events put together for engineers, by engineers, with the highest signal-to-noise ratio possible. PowerPoint draws hisses, and working demos rule the day. At Yahoo, with the generous help of Havi Hoffman and hundreds of hackers around Yahoo, I put together internal Hack Days on three continents before we did our first Open Hack Day in 2006, where I met Tarikh Korula, who won a prize [along with his partner Josh Rooke-Ley]. In May, Tarikh, Daniel Raffel, and I teamed up with Techcrunch to put the Hack Day together for their Disrupt Conference in NYC. Each event was special in its own way, but common themes and approaches made each one successful.

In this panel, we’ll tell you about our collective experiences with Hack Days and how you can put together your own successful Hack Days, whether you’re a 3-person startup or a Fortune 500 company. We hope you’ll give us a thumbs up! (Chad, @chaddickerson)

I wrote about the magic and unexpected wonders of Hack Days a lot when I was putting them together for Yahoo! — including once when the building hosting us in London was literally struck by lightning — but I’m most excited about giving some updated tips based on helping organize successful Hack Days in entirely new contexts, like the one we put together for Techcrunch Disrupt in NYC and what we’re doing with Hack Days inside a startup like Etsy (which I mentioned in my scaling startups post). Here are a collection of useful things from the past that I would likely be referring to in the panel:

In any case, I’m hoping we’ll see you in Austin next March! (Wait, did I say you could vote for us? Just making sure.)

John Allspaw joins Etsy

18 Nov

What a great way to dust the cobwebs off my blog: my good friend and former colleague John Allspaw is joining Etsy!

John Allspaw joins the Etsy team (Etsy blog post)

From One Door to Another (John’s post)

I’m speechless and happy.

Prague's Franz Kafka Airport Named World's Most Alienating Airport

2 Apr

Haven’t blogged in a while, so going to shake the rust out of the engine with a little dark humor (side note: when I joined Salon back in the day, I named our first server “kafka”).

To those of you on the Q train this morning, that was me staring at my iPhone and cracking up. I have newfound respect and admiration for Bobbie Battista.

http://www.theonion.com/content/themes/common/assets/onn_embed/embedded_player.swf
Prague’s Franz Kafka International Named World’s Most Alienating Airport

This blog is NOT dead

11 Nov

Hi everyone,

Just wanted to let you know that this blog is NOT dead. I simply have too many interesting things going on to take the time to record them here (and apologies to those of you who are awaiting my email replies).

Brooklyn is awesome and Etsy is awesome. More soon.

Your pal,
Chad

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