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!

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?

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.

A new approach to the always-on, always-connected worklife

Dead AdiumSo I’ve decided that I’ve gotta get my work-habit induced ADD under control. While I seem to be most in the zone when I’m doing 8,000 things at once, being able to focus on a few chunked at once will probably lead me to great strides forward in my productivity.

To that end, I’m going to try something new. 37 Signals once gave the advice during the Getting Real portion of one of their Building of Basecamp workshops to “shut off IM”.

I’ve been reluctant to do so for a couple reasons (mostly baseless), but recently I decided ah, the heck with it. Asynchronous email will suffice for 98% of my person-to-person communication needs. For the other 2%, I ought to make myself available for exactly that portion of my day.

So starting today (and let’s see how long this lasts), I’m going to spend at most 2 hours a day available on IM, IRC and Skype. I’ll still be in the Flock team channel, but that’s it. I’m also going to try to cut down email access during the day as well and do most of it on my daily train commute.

So that’s that. If you don’t see me on IM much anymore, it’s not coz I’m dead (though if I’m MIA for more than three days, send a search party). Hopefully this will lead to a new era in productivity for yours truly. We’ll see.

Podcasting means everyone can be a celebrity

Factory RockstarSo in my other life as a fake celebrity, I get interviewed a lot or end up in OPML (other people’s media and links).

I thought I’d post a bunch a these for reference, more to promote the enterprising work of these kindred spirits than for any self-gratifying purposes (yeah right). But no, seriously, I’m totally honored that any of these amazing folks would take the time to chat with me and have me ramble on and on about changing the world and such nonsense. I don’t know why you’d listen necessarily either, but if you’re into sadomasochism, here’s hours of pleasure for ya:

And I might be appearing on Irina and Eddie’s fabulous Geek Entertainment TV soon… And then, well, there’s the incredibly embarrassing drunken stuck-in-an-elevator-in-Paris vidcast that I really shouldn’t be linking to. Eh, c’est la vie.

San Franantisocial

The San Franantisocial ExperienceSo there has to be an equal complement to San Fransocial. And obviously, it’s San Franantisocial (I would have gone with San Frantisocial but it just doesn’t roll off the tongue right).

So that’s what I’m doing today. I’m at the airport, waiting for ma petite amie to come in, killing a few hours and being San Franantisocial, sitting off in the food court, having some coffee and eating a cold tuna sandwich.

I’m alone and so emo, listening to, gah, Dashboard. Haha!

But that’s ok, y’know, coz, well, I’m actually pretty happy sitting here on my own, writing some things down, catching a break. Being San Fransocial can be pretty tiring too, and last night was no exception. Phew.