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25
Jan

Dear Son, Don’t Forget…Give Credit Where Credit Is Due

My whole life growing up my mom repeatedly told me a phrase that my dad used to say (apparently a lot): “Give credit where credit is due”. If I had to pick the lessons that were reiterated to me the most as a child, that would be in the top five. The notion that giving someone appreciation isn’t enough, but rather, you should actively seek out the opportunity to give someone credit when it’s owed to them. It’s a pretty powerful thing.

It’s easy to get wrapped up in our own ideas and pursuits and not be able to see how we got where we are and who it was that helped us along the way. There are many areas in our lives for us to be appreciative, but I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the collective opinions of people around us that end up making our own. It would be haughty to think that anything we say or feel is actually of our own creation, instead of realizing that we refined or derived it from someone who ultimately inspired us (whether is be subconscious or not).

As a kid, I was in love with the Mega Man video game series. What enthralled me the most was the fact that you could absorb the abilities of your opponents upon defeating them (thereby making you the “Mega Man”). This interested me even more as I got older and thought about how this slightly paralleled our interactions with people in reality. Obviously we’re not out to defeat our friends and colleagues, but there’s no doubt that we “gain abilities” as it were by being influenced by the opinions and ideas of others. In effect, all of our individual intelligence is nothing more than a personal slant on the overall collection of ideas that we’ve absorbed throughout our entire life.

There are also a special class of people who have created unique ideas completely of their own initiative, who we would label as geniuses. But, I would argue that despite the fact that the idea in question might be unique, they absolutely were influenced by someone in some capacity. Nothing in life is new, we’re just refining the same ideas over and over again until they reach the point of satisfaction for the current state of our society. As society changes, so do the ideas.

When you think of it like that, it’s hard not to feel indebted to those people who influenced your thinking. It’s one thing to be given a tangible gift, but it’s an entirely other type to have had wisdom shared, leaving you with the opportunity to do something with it. When I say “wisdom shared”, I don’t just mean someone who is giving a talk at a conference, or doing a podcast, or writing a blog post. Any of those things on their own are just sequences of words that we interpret either visibly or audibly. Where those mediums transform between empty words and wisdom is when the person speaking is transmitting more then just words, they’re transmitting passion.

The smartest person in the world would be completely useless if they didn’t know how to articulate their ideas in a way that caused us to understand not only what they’re saying but where they’re coming from. The harder you have to work to deduce value from someone’s ideas, the less worth there is to continue listening. It’s kind of like the attempt to use ethanol as a source for fuel. Sure, ethanol is a valid fuel alternative to petroleum, but the amount of resources and effort that it takes to process corn into usable ethanol makes the whole process almost useless (not to mention the fact that you still need petroleum to operate most of the process).

The other day, Alex James (who is an incredibly smart guy) was asking on Twitter whether the best programmers are the ones who are most well-rounded. This is obviously a fairly subjective question, but my answer was yes. I say this because my interpretation of “best”, in the context of software developers, are the ones who are most capable of participating in the inspiration of the team as a whole. The more well-rounded a developer is, the more areas he is capable of sparking the idea that might lead to success. The inverse of that is that a well-rounded developer is also not going to be a roadblock for an idea permeating. In my experience, nothing kills the morale of a team like someone who doesn’t understand something, and translates that misunderstanding into disapproval of the idea.

It’s too easy to overlook those guys who strive to be as well-rounded and articulate as possible and make an effort to really share their passion for software development with others. Working at Microsoft, I have the pleasure to interact with some pretty amazing people on a daily basis and I can’t even begin to express my appreciation for it. The following is a list of people that I believe have been integral in my growth as a developer in the last year (excluding the “celebrity developers” that everyone already knows), who I’d love to see start having a broader influence:

  1. Jason Olson
  2. James Senior
  3. Matias Woloski
  4. Dave Reed
  5. David Fowler
  6. Pablo Costantini
  7. Johnny Halife

In many ways, that group makes up what I would consider part of my “collective intelligence” (yes I’m overloading that term). Between language design, business/startup trends, web development, identity/security, and everything in between, I’ve learned an immense amount from those guys, and will continue to learn.

The point of this post wasn’t to namedrop, but I thought I’d throw out a couple names of people that I feel deserve a shout out, and hopefully encourage them all to blog more :)

Whenever I hear people complain about the state of the .NET community, I just can’t help but feel like they haven’t found the right people. Our community is absolutely loaded with the right people, unfortunately some of those folks aren’t nearly as vocal as others. I’m sure there are tons of awesome people in the .NET space that I’m missing out on by not knowing. The question is: how do we surface these people out? Simple: give credit where credit is due.

21
Apr

By Sea, Land, And Air We Smash Your Window!

This weekend I drove up to Vancouver, British Columbia for a few days for a little R&R. Surprisingly, I had never been there before and I was severely overdue a visit. Needless to say, it was just as awesome as I’ve always heard. I stayed in the downtown area and had no problems finding something to do each night. I’m pretty much a fiend for large cities and get a lot of joy out of simply exploring and familiarizing myself with the area. This lends itself well to finding yourself in some pretty “interesting” scenarios, which at least makes for some good stories. Without boring everyone with meaningless details and turning this into a diary entry (boy am I tempted!), I’m going to just briefly mention the highlights that I think make Vancouver such a compelling city to visit…

The following contains extreme levels of sarcasm and tomfoolery and isn’t intended for anyone who takes their life too seriously. If you feel that you are within the group of people that merit the presence of this warning then you might want to try reading another blog.

There is no chance in hell that you will find yourself in this city trying to figure out where to buy a coffee. I’m always concerned about the ever-decreasing number of coffee shops in the US and it was so reassuring to see that Vancouver isn’t affected by this epidemic at all. When I saw two distinct Starbucks within three blocks of each other, separated only by a strip of other locally owned coffee shops, I knew right then and there that this town was a haven for champions!

Skateboarders seem to be first-class citizens. I was truly amazed by how many people I saw skating in the downtown area within just a couple of days. They weren’t shy about it either; I saw plenty of people skating on government property in broad daylight. It’s a shame I didn’t live in Vancouver as a kid when skateboarding was my life, because I would have had a field day 24/7. Where I’m from you couldn’t hardly walk down the street with a skateboard without a cop giving you a hard time, but in Vancouver you could probably be buck naked, doing kick flips over a judges car in the middle of a parade and the only thing you’d get is a high five from pedestrians.

I swear this city offers mandatory customer-service training classes to anyone looking to be in that industry. Every restaurant I went to had top-notch waiters/waitresses. Nothing makes me feel special more than being offered constant beverage refills and additional side-items for free! There are restaurants in Seattle where I could throw my empty cup at my waitress and she still wouldn’t get the hint that I might want some more, but in Vancouver I couldn’t hardly finish the final sip of my drink before my server was swapping me out for another glass. Now that’s what I call living!

Public transportation is absolutely free, well sort of. Vancouver, like most major cities, has a very substantial bus system, which provides natives and tourists alike the necessary means of getting around easily. What makes Vancouver special is that while there is a fee to ride the bus, you don’t technically have to worry about paying, because if you don’t have any money, they’ll still let you on. This is great because you’ll never again have to worry about prioritizing whether or not to spend your last couple dollars on a Chinese sponge cake or on bus-fare to get home. Mow down that delicious Asian treat and enjoy a free ride home, compliments of your local tax payers!

What would any JC story be without an update on the homeless scene? Vancouver certainly isn’t without its vagabond population. What I found interesting was that despite the immense size of downtown Vancouver, the majority of the homeless people seemed to be congregated in a few select areas. I also noticed that they weren’t panhandling much (if at all), due to the public food and clothing giveaways that are setup. I was able to walk around the city for four days without being asked for money once, which substantially beats my previous Seattle record of three minutes.

For me to summarize my bad experiences with Vancouver I only need two words: China and Town (Yes, I realize that “Chinatown” is actually one word, but it sounded so much more dramatic splitting it up). Any time I visit a big city for the first time, I like to make a point to visit its local Chinatown. I love Asian culture, bartering for imported Japanese DVDs, authentic street markets, and bubble tea! What I loved most about Vancouver’s Chinatown though is how conducive it is to the victimization of tourists. It’s the type of area that you can walk around feeling confident that you could get robbed and there is very little you could do to prevent it from happening. I personally had the pleasure of returning to my parked car after a nice lunch to find the passenger window smashed out. What I really loved was when I was standing there in disbelief that this had just happened, a passerby kindly let me know that the parking lot I was in was known for being a high-risk theft location. Thanks for the heads up dude!

When I called the police to alert them of what happened they let me know that they don’t dispatch officers for car break-ins because they happen so frequently that it isn’t worth their time to check them out. Maybe it’s just me but that just screams of a serious issue that isn’t being handled properly. Nothing makes me feel more secure than knowing that the police have essentially given up hope on controlling a situation. Could someone please let me know when the authorities have become jaded to murder so that I can make a point never to return to Vancouver?

On a positive note, the woman who took down my police report was arguably one of the nicest people I’ve ever dealt with. As I left the police station she was even kind enough to give me some temporary tattoos bearing the Vancouver Police Department’s logo, which I am currently sporting with extreme pride.

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The only thing better than having a brand new car with a shattered window is having the pleasure of driving that brand new car three hours home while it’s forty degrees outside. I opted to go commando with the window rather than cover it up with a garbage bag and duct tape. I had the heat on full blast directed straight at my face and I was still cold. It’s a good thing I live in Seattle, where it never rains, because otherwise having a huge gaping hole in my car might have posed a minor issue.

All-in-all Vancouver was an amazing town and I had a blast. I will certainly be visiting there more often. With that I will leave you with a beautiful picture of my car’s new makeover…

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30
Jan

Homeless Bodyguard

There are a ton of homeless people in downtown Seattle, so I expect to get hit up a couple times every time I walk anywhere near my apartment. The funny part is that each person has a different “intro” where they try to make the confrontation seem like a friendly/random encounter. Two people that just happened to cross paths in the same dingy back alley of a major metropolitan city. If that’s not fate then I don’t know what is!

As I was walking to the grocery store this evening I was blessed with the opportunity to have a homeless man provide his security services for me. What do I mean by that? Well I was simply walking down the street, minding my own business, and this dude comes out of nowhere and just starts walking alongside me, making small talk. Eventually he tells me that it isn’t safe at night for a “young kid” like myself, and he wants to make sure I get to my destination in one piece. I couldn’t believe my eyes, I had somehow stumbled upon the most selfless vagabond of all time. While other folks in his same situation are out begging for cigarette money, this guy is looking out for the well being of innocent bystanders.

We get to the store (the fact that I had to write “we” there gives me the creeps), and I’m about to bid him farewell, as his lets me know he’ll be waiting outside until I come out. What a gentleman! Apparently chivalry isn’t dead. I finish my shopping and exit the store, pleasantly greeted by my knight in dirty sackcloth. He proceeds to “escort” me back to my apartment, asking me if I have a girlfriend, and if not, would I like him to get me one. As appealing as his offer sounded, I let him know I’m happy with my ongoing streak of not catching an STD, so I was going to have to pass.

I realized this little charade was going to go on for as long as I kept walking, so I noticed a video store up ahead and decided to cut this chit chat short. As I’m walking into the store I’m telling him to take it easy, and thinking how horribly awkward this entire experience has been. All of a sudden, right when I think I’m off the hook, he throws out the “Hey man, could I snag a couple bucks from you for some smokes”. What?! You mean this man’s motives for tagging along with me this whole time weren’t based on neighborly concern? My faith in humanity is now completely lost…

Experiences like this make you really appreciate the homeless people that just cut to the chase and ask you for money. The next time someone on the streets hits you up for cash, tell them thank you for being forward about what they really want, instead of following you around for 30 minutes.

I must admit I love having stories like this. I’m not sure why but I seem to attract odd scenarios :)




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