Self-superempowerment

FactoryCity Gonzo Rage FistSo, to kick off the New Year, I’ve accomplished two things only a blogwankbuzz type hound could be proud of:

No, you might not think it much, but considering where I was just a year ago (read: sans blog until February ’05!), these are some pretty incoyable milestones.

So how about this? Yeah, at one time I kind of saw myself living the proverbial “American Dream“. Yeah yeah, hard work + courage + determination – sleep + caffeine = prosperity. Or some bollocks like that.

But I’m not so sure that that’s what this is anymore. It’s not just American, that fer shur. And it’s not just another Two Dot Oh thing, where we’re meagerly incrementing the former version with a few shiny features. Nope, this is entirely different.

How so, you ask?

Well, borrowing from my buddy Thomas Friedman, we have indeed entered the era of the superempowered individual. Am I an SEI? No. But I am empowered. Do I want to become one? Yes.

So I will.

Judging by quantitative achievements this past year, It’s only a matter of time.

Selling my soul… err, shirts!

Hippie 2.0
So yes, finally, thanks to the good folks at GoodStorm, I’ve set up a store and will be selling my shirts for the low low low price of $12.94ea + corkage.

Get this — I make 70% of the difference after cost on these bad boys. Seventy. What? What’s that Mr. Zazzle? What? You only offer 10%? Yeah? You only thought Puff was a boy’s magical dragon?

And oh yeah, GoodStorm runs on open source… CivicSpace and Drupal specifically so you can finally put your money where your code is!

And yeah, this wouldn’t be complete without some shameless plugs for some worthy causes since I’m thinking that any money I make off these shirts, I’ll put towards orgs that support open media, open culture and open thinking.

Cebelbrating the first drunk post of 2006

No, just kidding. The last drunk post of 2005 got me in trouble. Not about to repeat that brilliant performance. (Ha.)

But while I’m inebriated and blogging anyway, I might as well make something of it, right?

Right?

(Stop reading if waxing chummerly annoys you.)

Ok, well, let me just put it like this, coz it’s worth being said, whether there’re external influences in effect or not. Or whatever, shuddup. No, shuddup. I’m giving a speech.

So so so, 2005 well, 2005 I arrived. I mean, metaphorically but physically (in the Bay Area) too. I mean, well not exactly, because I’ve been here since like the summer of 2004, but that doesn’t count. But listen, listen. Scott was reminding me of this, and it’s not insignificant… no no, I met Scott, I met Matt, Ryan, Nicole, Om, Glenda… geez, who else was there? At a WordPress meetup.

Get this. They introduced me as the “Drupal guy”.

Yeah.

Anyway, that’s fair and all. Spread Firefox was just taking off. I’d done the New York Times ad but it wasn’t such a big deal. I was only a few months into my work at CivicSpace.

Yada yada. I’m boring myself.

Bar Camp Planners -1 Anyway, here’s the thing. This year, the Open Source Mafia opened its doors. Yeah, the mafia usually doesn’t talk about itself, but it’s open source, so there! (no one cares if you’re oxymoronic in cyberspace).

Anyway, okay, I was going to post about this in another post, but I’ll go ahead and let the barracuda outta the fish bowl… right, right, the shindizzle (people keep interrupting me): this year (2006) open source will come of age, it will become mature and capable; we will chip away at the limitations being imposed on us, in terms of choice, in terms of autonomy, in terms of free will.

Yeah, don’t believe me. Fuck off. Go read something else. (Why are you here wasting your time anyway?).

Anyway, there are these amazing people involved in this. More amazing than me. Hugely so! Yeah, huh, really. You think I’m joking. Wahhoooooo!! No way. These people way rock more than me. Dammit.

And I can’t name them all; there’s too many. But they know who they are. And the point of all this crap, well, it’s to let them know that I care; that this year, that me (agrammatical and all), wouldn’t be where I am without them. This is the drunk, sappy post that gives credit to them all; that says, “I’m nothing if not for all y’all”… Look, my pride is nothing. Hey what difference does it make? Each and everyone one of you who have been there, continue to be there, are the spirit of the change that is happening, that I take part in, have pride, continue to champion, I thank you, acknowledge you, encourage you forward… and am fabulously more wealthy for having such rich individuals in my life. (No, not fiscally, asshole.)

Fer real. 2005 fades and I’m bringin’ all y’all bitches with me into the next. Really.

Propz.

My Google Resume

So Tara and I were having a chat about our respective Google Resumes. Kind of interesting that maintaining a resume nowadays is kind of redundant. At least if you do anything online, those things will stay with you forever (for better or worse — one would hope that it will end up daylighting a lot of bad actors and thus reenforce good behavior, but yeah, I’m not that naive).

Anyway, check it out. I literally have a decent resume on Google. Like, if someone wanted to hire me or I was applying for a job, I have no doubts that they’d Google me. And I’d fare pretty well. Check out the results:

Granted it goes on and on (gah, it’s kind of unnerving!), the point is, for me at least (as the number one result for “Chris Messina” on Google) I now have a Google Resume. Why the heck would I ever put time into making my own resume again (okay, that’s rhetorical)? All that you need to know about me is there and hey, as far as I’m concerned, it’s pretty decent. Well, mostly.

At least there isn’t anything in my top 5 comparing me with a chimpanzee. In spite of everything else, that would really hurt my credibility, donchathink?

A Eulogy for the EULA

Use of this product requires that you have read and agree to abide by the terms of use specificed in the end user licensing agreement

Walking home tonight something occurred to me that is strangely disarming and significant, primarily in its simplicity and “oh yeah…” quotient.

I’m no lawyer, but I’d be damned if any software EULA would actually hold up in court anymore. Any EULA for that matter. I mean, think about it. If you install any amount of software, every time you open up a DMG or run an install.exe, you will inevitably click through some lengthy piece of legalese that invariably concludes with you pressing a button that reads “I agree”.

And we all know how blissfully ignorant you are of whatever it is you just agreed to.

Or how about that shrinkwrap EULA? Now there’s a classic.

I mean, look at the Sony Root Kit fiasco. No doubt somewhere on the packaging or some embedded app that launched on CD insertion warned you: “Hey read this, coz we’re telling you explicitly that we’re taking over your system and spying on you. If you agree to these terms by [clicking a button | inserting this CD], hey, well, don’t say later that we didn’t warn you. We disclaim all liability.

“And we’ve got lawyers.

“Lots of ’em.

“And they write this shit all day long. So don’t even think of questioning whether this is legit or not. We say it is. So of course, it is.”

So anyway, this thing, it sprung on me: Holy crap, EULAs are totally against humanity! Yeah, I mean, I have like a million ideas a second so it’s not like I went looking for yet another salvo for my new war against intellectual property, copyright and anti-human laws — no, this idea just came to me clear out of the evening sky (or the three doses of caffeine I consumed today… damnit).

Alright alright, back to this realization. So I want to do something that will have absolutely no effect on anything, but at least shares the warmth of the flame burnin’ under my kettle. I want to call for a moratorium on EULAs. Yeah, you heard me. Uh huh, that’s right. It’s time we pulled the plug on irresponsiblity-perpetuators. It’s about time that I was able to use a tool, play with a toy, implement an idea without the originator of said thing having to shove off all ownership or responsibility for their contribution to the world for fear that I’ll turn around and sue them over something absurd, like becoming depressed because my car is the wrong shade of lemon-chiffon. Or something else. Whatever.

And hey, you litigious folks who won’t take responsibility for yourselves, who think the world owes you something because you woke up this morning…! Sorry, the world doesn’t owe you shit either. Just because it used to be easier for the big corporations to get away with publicly doing bad stuff and hence had to invent EULAs to protect their asses doesn’t mean that we’re off the gold standard. …You get taken advantage of, get disappointed, lose a limb because of your own actions, because of choices you made (or keep making!). If we’re going dump the producer’s ability to disclaim all responsibility for the things they put out into the wild then we as the receivers of their output must make up the difference with self-reliance and self-policing and taking care of ourselves. Hey hey, no one else is going to do it. Even if that chainsaw manufacturer did screw up, you’re still down 50% in appendages are you not? So yeah, don’t lop off your arm in the first place, they include the manuals for a reason!

Whatever whatever, point being, disclaiming responsibility is insulting, it’s cold and it’s not inline with what our parents taught us. Yeah, that vazz? I broke it. Twice!

So here’s a proposal (I’m full of ’em). Just like how there’s fair use in copyright, there ought be reasonable use in products so that I can put out a piece of software or hardware or some inflamatory idea and be generally protected against the possible ineptitude of eventual receivers. At the same time, as a receiver of other people’s output myself, I need those producers to first feel pride and ownership of their work and a commitment to me as a person to vouch for their work; and hey, if they eff up big time, to be culpable for any malicious or otherwise avoidable offenses that they commit. That’s just fair, right?

Banning EULAs as meaningless and unenforceable is one way to raise this issue. Is it a pratical, realistic solution? Who knows! But now you’re thinking about it, right?

I Represent Me

Executive summary: In considering Boris Mann’s recent presentation on “Personal Brand Development”, I suggest that individuals represent themselves first as people and second as employees, if at all. Furthermore, that corporations are increasingly only a figment of law that will eventually become less relevant as individuals decide to work on loosely joined, distributed, collaborative projects. Give it 20 years, you’ll see.

Open Source World DominationConversations swirling lately, mostly about not-a-whole-lot, but then there are kernels of wisdom, little things that prove that the earth is moving underneath you, that the ants haven’t stopped marching, that invisible forces continue to act unabated.

Boris presented on something called “Personal Brand Development”, giving credit to Jame and Kris for sourcing the meme.

While I shudder at the sound of the phrase, the concept is worth investigating, mostly because, as with most things of import, I had similar serendipitous conversations lately about the same concept, not suprisingly with a subtly different thrust. Let me lay out a few quotes to set up my thoughts on this:

A respected, well-known employee is a credit to their employer, just as working for a high-profile company reflects well on the employee. Forward thinking companies should encourage and reward personal brand development.

Web 2.0 and Personal Brand Development Presentation | Bryght

and

Neville Hobson, Tom Foremski and Mitch Ratcliffe are dispensing advice you should run, not walk, to heed immediately if you work in an organization.

The message: Guard your identity and don’t mix it up with your company’s identity. Otherwise, you risk being “disappeared” if you leave your job or get fired.

Allan Jenkins’ Desirable Roasted Coffee

So now here’s where I diverge.

After the Mena vs Ben deathmatch at Les Blogs (an historic moment for civility online), Ben received some interesting feedback from someone who worked for a rather large software company (no, not Macrosoft, the other one). We’ll call him Mr Cog (I won’t name names since I honestly forget who it was that talked to him). Paraphrased, Mr Cog’s point was this: You’d better shuddup because what you say and how you behave represents your employer.

Since Ben does work for a rather large media organization in the UK, this was rather disheartening to hear. Out of a fear that his words might insult someone who would attribute it to his employer and consequently risk his livelihood, he should go mum? What an awful way to ruin a person, let alone an employee!

Sure, it’s not unprecedented for employees to get fired over their after-hours activities. Given that, Mr Cog has a case. Just maybe he was looking out for Ben’s well being. Conventionally, what each of us does, in some small measure, reflects on our employers. Yeah, duh? Ok ok, but given serious reflection, one begins to realize how disempowering and debilitating this attitude — and the resultant fear — really is.

So you want my take? No, probably not. But I’ll tell you anyway. Here’s the punchline: I don’t represent my employer, who I choose to work for represents me.

Catch that?

Ok, let me explain, because it sure sounds more dangerously egocentric than it needs to: I represent me. I represent me in the work I do, in the thoughts I write down and publish, in the conversations I have with other people, in the mistakes I make, in the Flickr photos I post. Though I’m commonly referred to as “a Flock guy”, that’s only relevant because it’s one of the projects that I choose to spend my time on (and yes, they also happen to pay my rent).

But because I choose to work on Flock, how good it is represents me since it’s my work and my intelligence (or lack thereof) that show through in the final result. And so fundamentally I’m responsible for how good or how bad it is, now and over time.

This statement is true for each one of us who works at Flock. There are no weak links. If Flock does indeed suck, it’s up to the individuals who are collectively represented by this group project to collaboratively remedy it (ideally with the support of our community). We each have providence over our own work to a fundamental level: working in open source guarentees a paper trail in the commit log. And so what we each put in is documented, recorded, added to the collective, public record.

So let’s get down to it. Whatever you want to call it (I’ll pass on “Personal Brand Development” thank you very much — I’m a person and don’t need to be branded, but to each their own), the old command and conquer hierarchy is changing and dissolving. The playing field is not just being pulverized, it’s being opened up to the fans to come and participate, much to the dismay of the coaches and referrees. In a worldwide Cluetrainian orgy, it’s now the employees who speak first for themselves and second for their employer. Even better, first for themselves, second for their friends and social network, third for their employers.

Here it is: I have a voice (have always had a voice, figuring it out how to really use it recently) that I should never be afraid to exert. I speak for me and I’m the only one that I can rely on to speak for me and to authentically represent me. My employer understands that my silence would reflect more seriously upon them and the culture they’re creating than anything I might eventually say. Yes, it’s a big messy and wonderful catastrophe, but in the words of dotBen, That’s life.

EFF the RIAA

Worldwide Advisory: Fuck the RIAATalked to my buddy Jason Schultz from the EFF about what they’re doing about the RIAA and MPAA. He came back with a bunch of useful links:

Action items

Supporting materials

And if you’re looking for a decent source of non-DRM MP3s, AllofMP3 looks fairly promising, operating in accordance with license # LS-3M-05-03 of the Russian Multimedia and Internet Society. No, globalization isn’t all bad!

Son of T3h Langpad Postmas Party Post Mortem

‘Twas the night known as Postmas, when @ teh langpad we were all getting drunk
Many a geek were stirring, most notably the monks.

Ei yi yi.

If my feable attempt at poetry is any indication of the rambunctious hungover I’ve got from what was T3h Langpad Postmas Party, then you have an idea of just how fabsmackulous the real thing was.

Props to my PiC for cooking an all-star turkey dinner prior to the revelry as well as making my first holiday-away-from-home so memorable… And to my overly affectionate roommate for his last minute booze smuggling and of course, to the Brat Pack 2.0 for showing up. My dad always said that was the 9/10s the secret to success.

Cha cha cha, all in all a tremendous, romping, scandalous time… I can only hope that Eddie, Irina and Jennifer are able to whittle that footage into something that … uhm … my mom might be able to watch (please?)!

Moving on up

The Son of Langpad

After six short but action-packed months at Teh Langpad I’m moving… upstairs! Sunlight!! Sweet!

So. Know anyone coming to the Bay Area that needs a place to stay with a coupla geeks? I got a room. And Teh Langpad I is now vacant, so if you got two people or a wife (or hubby! …including you!) I’ve also got a spot for you downstairs.

Ah, so contact info… drop me a note at my first name at flock dot com.

Now hear this: I FUCKING HATE THE RIAA

FUCK THE RIAA
For shutting down my favorite tab site. I will never pay for another RIAA-supported artist for as long as I live (and as much as I can help it). I just don’t see how pissing on your customers is the way to build relationships (unless you’re going after the most-reviled organization in the world award, in which case, having customers is actually orthogonally opposite to your goals).

Someone, please point me to anti-RIAA resources for finding music and tabs.

This is such bullshit. At least some folks are working on finding a cure for the commons RIAA plague.