Me and Microsoft, Part I

Executive summary: Had dinner the other night with Jim Allchin and some other wonderful folks. We talked broadly about open source, Internet Explorer and Windows, Window Media Center, identity management and passport and widely about DRM and how effed the whole system is. And though there were certainly MSFT-friendlies around the table, it was refreshingly not a total MSFT lovefest. Details follow. Part 1 in a series of a couple.

Me and MicrosoftSo I don’t think I had expected to really ever sit down for dinner with the guy who’s responsible for Windows Vista (his official title is Co-President, Platforms Products & Services Division). I mean, who am I in the grand scheme of things? Yet that’s the situation that I found myself in on Thursday, along with Make maker Phillip Torrone and his long-distance ex-MSFT wife Beth Goza, Tony Gentile of Healthline.com, Tara my co-conspirator (she finagled me an invite), Linda the organizer from Waggener Edstrom, Neil Charney of the underarm plasma 40″, Thomas Hawk ( and #655 on ‘rati), Jason Garms who curiously could have fit in on the set of Newsies (owing to his houndstooth jacket), Mena Trott, who I first encountered in Paris ($#!@% — I keed, I keed!) and John Tokash with two Passports.

As introductions were made around the table, I prepared for what I knew would be my outing — I didn’t know whether to expect gasps or sidelong glances… or perhaps even sympathetic eyes (“Poor chap, doesn’t he know that IE has 90% of desktops covered? What’s there to do with yet another browser?”). I began:

Uh, I’m Chris Messina. I work on an open-source browser called Flock and I, uhm, am interested in bringing things like usability, design, fashion to open source to make it more palatable for wider audiences… and I help co-organize and evangelize this event called Bar Camp and something else called Mash Pit.

Cat was out of the bag and no slings nor arrows had been flung. In fact, I felt quite welcome and in good company after all. Huh. All fizzled up for nothing. Ok.

So then Linda explained the dinner — apologized for Robert not being able to make it (no worries, mate) — and for arriving a little late themselves. (Ah, to work for one of the most powerful organizations in the world and to apologize for being late; yes, civilization has advanced some!)

Wine all around and the food started to arrive as conversations got underway. I can’t remember all that was said, but there are a few notable points that stuck with me.

First, there are some very interesting and weird presumptions about “open source people” which are probably as unfair as the generalizations many people make about MSFT folks. For example, Jim acknowledged that they had learned a few things from the open source community that had changed their approach to the Windows VISTA beta program — opting to be more open, transparent and agile, attempting for once to release earlier and more often. Of course this is a great thing for Microsoft and all the folks who run Windows since ideally this could mean that the product they ship will be of higher quality and more accurately reflect the needs or desires of the user community. We’ll see, but what was interesting after revealing this, was what he said directly to me, “…even though that might not be as open as you might like, we are learning.”

I was floored. I mean, wow, ok… I’m obviously an open source enthusiast and proponent, but I wouldn’t want MSFT to go in this direction to appease anyone or score points (of course it’s not that simple, but still). That’s not really the point of being open source, anyway. I’m really not an open source/free software zealot. Cripes, I’m from New Hampshire where our motto is Live free or die! Far be it for me to tell you what to do!

I mean, as anyone who’s tried to go from proprietary to open source can tell you, it’s not about just opening up your code and voila! a million worker bees will swarm to help you with your code! Far from it. I mean, first of all, you’ve got to want to be open source, in everything you do — and to take the good with the bad, the ugly with the magnificent. You can’t do it for anyone but yourself, and you’ve really got to believe in its superiority as a development and tool-building philosophy.

Still, it’s still promising to see that they’re observing what’s going on around them — and seemingly learning what the F/LOSS communities have for so long espoused and practiced.

To be continued . . .

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dot dot dot

i, uhm, had some other stuff that i was going to post about. y’know, because it’s stuff going on, needing to be talked about, shared… put out there for y’all to read about. coz like it matters to me, s’important stuff, takes my time, attention and all and why, y’know, would i want to work on this stuff if no one cared about it?

tara and i had a conversation on the way in to work this morning… got a bit heated, contesting things about the meaning of all this… throwing back, to, uhm, like — why do i even bother getting up in the morning? what’s the point.. why bother? etc.

etc.

that was the gist of things, topic area yknow. brought on, well, her technorati stats haven’t been incrementing as much as she’d expect lately and strangely that was disappointing to her on two levels: first, that technorati wasn’t able to feed her ego… and second that she even cared about it — that how she felt about her standing in ‘the big out there’ wasn’t being reflected by the all-knowing social oracle… and somehow that was distressing to her.

so we had this big debate thing. ya discussing it all, big picture stuff. philosophical things.

what’d i say? i said ‘get over it’. i said ‘get over it’ about whether there’s meaning or not. i said ‘get over it’ meaning give up the search for meaning because it’s just circular. you get nowhere.

i said ‘get over it’ and do what you want to do in spite of whether there’s meaning or not… b b b better yet, go on the assumption that there is no meaning and keep fighting on well, in my words: “because you should make your own meaning”. maybe if there is meaning, you can act all surprised like when your mom used to bring in the cake with burning burning bright candles on your 4-11 birthdays.

2 + 2 = 5. but really what she was saying was 1 + 3 = 4 and i was saying 2 + 2 = 4.

not one of us thought 2 + 2 = 5. no, making your own meaning, well, that’s silly. you start doing that, well, we know that someone would come correct us, guide us straight, show us some conventional meaning… helping us back on the path. back to rationality, normalcy, dependability.

stop rattling the cage, man, you’ll draw attention to us!

. . .

so ok well. this was the discussion, but it was in the form of an argument of sorts. something of a fight-didn’t-say-quite-the-right-thing-damn-did-i-just-say-that?-i’m-such-a-dick kind of thing. maybe a misunderstanding, maybe it was beyond us. fuck, rambling again.

whatever, it was large talk-thing, meaning-of-life size, we disagreed, felt discomfort, walking-rapdily-away-from-the-other-without-addressing-the-issue, awkward; god, i am still a child? so, end of act I. curtain rises; we make up, end of act II. curtain closes.

. . .

so i come to the thing that’s distracting me from writing, ehm, those other posts.

i remember in high school i couldn’t get along with most any of it. it was all lies, everyone played each other, and the kids who couldn’t or wouldn’t conform, yeah, well if your constitution didn’t afford you enough latitude to dream yourself another reality, well, you’d get swept under the tank treads of adolescence and the whole fucking machine would just keep steaming on, leaving you crushed and broken in its wake. there was no room for stumbling, no patience, no room.

on the one hand you had oblivion. on the other, prison. take your chances, but make a decision. and fucking like it.

and so.

there were some who didn’t make it out of high school, both for reasons out of, and under, their control.

but these situations occurred in a relative vaccuum (“behind closed doors” as they say). the closest we came to the reality of suicide was when the principle would come on the PA with his canned speech that he used every time and tell us all of the tragic passing of so-and-so, how it was a sad day for manchester high school west, that counselors were available if anyone needed to talk. it was appropriate perhaps, but deathly clean. efficient. sterile. the machine chugged on. another one fell beneath the treads and went silent.

i’ve only witnessed one other suicide on the web. but cedric didn’t play it out online. i found out after the fact, by a member of his family. the effect was similar to what i felt when i found out that kurt cobain killed himself. just kind of left me numb and awestruck:

“the bastard did it, he really did it. that one final act of freewill. and he fucking did it.”

i listened to heart shaped box over and over looking for hints. but he was always talking about suicide.

. . .

meh.

look… erhmmm m m… there was something i was getting at here; trying to say something to relate this conversation tara and i had this morning with the discovery of — fuck — the slow public death of chris mckinskey… but i’m all out of juice, i can’t finish this, there’s not a whole lot that i can positively add here.

uh.

i just realized that i listen to a shitload of music by people who have killed themselves.

shit, tara, what the fuck happens if we find out, after all, what i pretend to have accepted? y’know, that in spite of all of this, maybe there really isn’t something bigger than all of us out there making this make sense? maybe chris, cedric, kurt, elliot, ernest dot dot dot just dot dot dot

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faith. you said faith.

d ot.

yeh. faith — faith says you’re right.

Tom Raftery catches me in the AM

Factory RockstarThat spikey Irish-bloke Tom Raftery (who I met at Les Blogs) interviewed me the other morning.

A little poppy, but y’know, might be worth a listen if you’re into sadomasochism and listening to a web geek waxing intelligent floats your ship.

Anyway, a podcast that smells like bacon must be good and Tom does well grilling me on Flock, Web Two Dot Oh, and software that I’d marry (are you listening, Jitkoff?). I also go off the deep end about DRM and robot take-overs and say something in French that someone else told me to say. I mean, it was like 8:00am, gimme a break.

Pry, To

privacy is dream

personal privacy is an oxymoron. you know less about yourself than the mass of services and companies out there that collect, individually or collectively, information about you and your activities, for their own selective proprietary uses or for selling to other organizations, institutions and/or governments.

you think you have privacy left to protect?

privacy today in general is a fallacy: it’s an impossible dream that we should’ve woken up from some time ago.

a “publicity policy” isn’t enough, but it’s a cute idea. naw, it’s time for a whole mind shift in how we, as individual persons, address and engage the question of what it means to have little to no power to control who sees, studies, sells information about, the things that we do.

repeat after me: “PRIVACY … IS … A … DREAM.”

not for you. not for me. only for the government, big corporations, disappearing persons.

but hey hey, don’t fret. it’s not that bad. and maybe, maybe we can do something about it that won’t cost us all that much, if anything. so long as we follow the superstition that we have any privacy at all, we’ll continue to try to “hide” (in order to “control”) whatever information we can. but that’s just what keeps us in this situation, this is the very thing that keeps us weak.

get it? they already have all the juicy bits about us. it’s all out there in the ether already. and you spend this effort keeping these bits to yourself, bits that really could do you and your friends and your social cohorts some good if you just put it out there.

jamming, yeah, that’s what i’m talking about. flood the network with information of, by and for ourselves… so much so that only our friends and those we care about and are close to can make sense of the data.

yeh, come looking, come stalk me, come steal my identity. yeah, there’s nothing i can do to stop you whether i’m jamming the network anyway. so i might as well take the other approach, do what i can to subsume what’s subsuming me.

personal filters (maybe like Onlife) leveraged put our attention stream into service for ourselves… to improve our day-to-day experience by giving us the information to learn about what we really spend our time, attention and energies doing… so that we can improve, make better, more informed decisions… just like the credit card mongers and insurance brokers do about us.

this data is extremely valuable. there’s a multi-billion dollar market out there for this kind of information. but what they don’t want you to realize, is that this data is also available to you, cher amie, even though we haven’t built good tools for harvesting and using it yet… too afraid that these microscopic pixie dust embers of personal data will be scooped up by Evil, Inc., they’ve done an end-run around us, ignoring those teensy morsels that you protect to focus on grabbing up the good stuff (credit card records, travel behavior, cell phone calls, etc). they’ve got you p0wned. get over it.

besides, who are you kidding besides yourself?

get over it. flood the network.

listen, if it’s about you, it’s yours (yes, I believe that). and yes, you ought have a right to see it, to know about it, to correct it, to use it. you also should have the right to take it back, to conceal it, to lock it away forever.

but good luck, once it’s out there, it ain’t comin’ back. you step out that door, and forget it, you’re already on camera; say cheese.

repeat after me: “PRIVACY … IS … A … DREAM.”

what you don’t know about you, someone else by now already does and has sold off to a mailing label company, a magazine subscription company, a freeipods dot com rip off pyramid scheme. so look, if you don’t think of yourself as an aggregate statistic in your own life, for eff’s sake, stop treating yourself like one. flood it. c’mon, flood it. make it impossible for anyone to ever treat you as just another statistic again.

teh end.

sources, references and influences that partially lead to this flamebait:

I, robot; or Taking back transit

FactorycitypolisDaryl accused me of being a robot because I tend to write a helluva lot about web/tech topics. So much so that I seem cyborgian. Well, yeah, I guess that’s accurate given that 99% of his interactions with me occur online (that’s the nature of Work Two Dot Faux). But then, I tend not to really make a distinction between my so-called online life and the one I carry on in the meatspace as a not-so-mild mannered dimwit chucklehead.

As I like to say of my web-based alcoholic and self-destructive blogger persona: “I’m not an alcoholic, self-destructive blogger. I just play one on the interweb.”

Anyway, whatever the hell that means, Daryl’s got a point. I’ve gotta start showing the connection between all this web goopiness and what I’m trying to do in the real, (like Tracy Bonham said).

So if I have my way, I’ll be helping to build out a worldwide network of Coworking venues, holding international microevents that cost nothing, waging a war on intellectual property rights and its follow-on intellectual police state and now, add to that list… taking on the debacle that is the American transit system. Or something.

When do I find time to sleep you might ask? Well, when you’re a robot, you don’t need to sleep. So I guess Daryl was right after all.

More to follow my dear four readers…. we’s all jes gettin’ stahted

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Incentuous

So, got a new way to describe BANC: incentuous. Just think: it’s a combination of incestuous and incentive.

Um. At the moment I forget why that made so much sense for describing our little Bay Area commune, but go ask Josh what the joke was, since he was there and helped coin the term.

Yeh. Anyway.

Coming to the Big Apple

Bar Camp NYC

So I leave in a couple hours for New York to attend Bar Camp NYC with Mlle Rogue (the event has been fabulously organized by Amit Gupta et al). If anyone’s around, wants to get a drink later or even, hey, sometime this weekend, drop me a comment and lemme know how to get in touch. I’ve really only got a piece of tonight and tomorrow evening and then we leave on Sunday, but hell, it’s NYC. Who has time for sleep?

And yes, there will be a backchannel!

Faster, Pussycat! Blog! Blog!

Ok ok, so I’m all pent up and in a rage to blog the 8 million things on my mind since my PowerBook(s) died, I got deluged in email and my responsibilities started to shift at Flockz0r.

But I’m also getting busier and busier while things are in flux. And I’ma becomin’ more and more prone to ADD. Yup, It’s gettin’, it’s gettin’, it’s gettin’ kinda hectic…

Fooooooookkkk .. uh!

So I’ve gotta learn to roll wit’ da punches and blog faster. Less of these lingery, gingerly 12 thousand line rants that you’ve grown used to. No, screw that, I’ve gotta just write, off the cuff, over the shoulder, out the ass. And just let it ride.

So expect more brevity from here and on out. Not always, but at least some of the time. Less verbosity, more point.

I can do this, really, really I can. It’s hard, I’ve got marbles in my jowels that I just gotta swollen. Hell man, with so much to say, how can I afford to mumble and stutter so much?

SO! So be it, I’ve got to become a Tantek and just do, do .. done!

Out of Towner Meetup III: Scott Kveton

Scott KvetonThis is getting to be a regular thing!

So check this out. Scott Kveton of the Open Source Lab at Oregon State University is streaming in from Oregon to spread open source cheer and good will! Come join us Monday, January 9th, 8pm at Thirsty Bear Brewing Co. in San Francisco for a beer or three with one of the guys who makes sure that you can download or hack Firefox, Gnome, and a slew of other open source staples whenever and wherever you want!

And yes, who’s also one of my heros. Awww….