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Wednesday, April 01, 2009

I'm still alive....

Should anyone have been wondering what's happened to me.

The past two years have seen more changes than any other two that I can recall.

It's time I started sharing that with you all, especially now that the dust has settled a bit and I can see past tomorrow.

For all of you who've dropped me a line to ask how I've been... THANKS!!!

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Saturday, August 04, 2007

Who’s responsible. . .

That seems to be the question everyone asks these days. It doesn’t seem to matter what the issue is, there seems to be an almost universal rush to find someone, or something, to point to and say “That’s the reason” or “He’s at fault”.

What ever happened to good old ‘taking responsibility’, and how did it get replaced by ‘placing responsibility’?

I have people tell me how life isn’t how they think it should be, and it’s because their parent got divorced, were too strict on them when they were growing up, didn’t come to their baseball games, teachers didn’t encourage them enough, or any of 1,000 other excuses for what ever ‘plight’ they see themselves in.

Those arguments might carry some weight when told to me by a 16 year old, but when it’s someone over the age of 21, my response is almost always, “So, who has been making the decisions in your life for the last (pick a number) two years?”.

You see I believe we’re all responsible for our own lives. We’re supposed to live, get up every day, do the best we can, learn from our mistakes and just keep moving. We’re not (in my mind) supposed to sit around, lament the current state of our life and look for someone to blame.

Fixing blame, accomplishes absolutely nothing. Oh, it may make you feel better, about yourself, or the situation, but in the final analysis it doesn’t change a damn thing.

So, Ok, you’ve determined you had a screwed up childhood, or that financial problems prevented you from finishing (or even attending) college. That was then; this is now, what’s holding you back “now”? If you’re living on your own, it’s certainly not your parents any longer. If you’re still living with your parents at age 25, and still complaining about how they messed up your life, you’ve got an entirely different set of problems.

Problems, which brings me directly to the “Psychiatric” community, now I’m the first to admit there are folks out there with serious mental problems (Serial Killer springs to mind) and need professional help, and possibly medication. I’m having trouble however; believing that 5 to10 % of the population needs an antidepressant medication just to get through the day. (http://www.cdc.gov/nchs/pressroom/04news/hus04.htm ) What did our parents do? Their parents? Their Grandparents?

Some folks will say that well they ‘drank’… that maybe true to some degree, but, if you are to believe statistics, people still drink, and take these medications. (Despite all the bad press about drinking, I tend to think that drinking, socially, and in moderation, has the benefit of letting us interact with others. Taking that pill is sort of like drinking alone.) Is life that much tougher today? Are the ‘stresses’ of our daily lives so intense as to require all of this medication? I somehow doubt it.

Our lives might be more boring, less stressful, and even more mundane than theirs… but when I think about it, I’m having trouble finding the added stress.

I work in a cubicle, in a climate controlled building. I live in a climate controlled house. I drive a climate controlled car. My grandparents (on both sides) had none of the above for most of their lives.

My idea of work is slaving away over a keyboard, my parents, grandparents, well they had physical, manual labor jobs, often working 12 (or more) hour days usually with no ‘overtime’ pay anywhere in the equation.

Television, cable TV, computers, internet, (fully automatic) washing machines, dishwashers, garbage disposals, power tools, lawn and garden equipment, motorized travel, commercial flight, microwaves… and on and on… these ‘modern conveniences’ are all recent additions to things within reach of the average household.

Why is it we all seem to be so ‘stressed’, or even depressed?

I ask myself the question, mainly because I think, at the core; our need to place responsibility elsewhere is rooted in the stress we seem to feel. We’re ‘at the limit’ of out tolerance for stress, and let’s face it, taking responsibility is stressful for most folks.

I believe we’re stressed at the sheer banality of our existence. We have (for the most part) no real problems, we eat regularly, have a dry place to sleep at night, and clean clothes to wear (most days). I’m not so sure that was true fifty or sixty years ago.

I think part of the problem is we humans, in this society, feel very out of control, for the most part. We’re working in large corporate ‘machines’, where often we’re not much more than a small cog on a very large wheel. Unable to derive much personal satisfaction from the job, we begin to pursue other areas to get that satisfaction. Often that pursuit ends up with us buying more and more things, amassing more and more debt, and in the end feeling more and more, out of control.

As I’ve mentioned before, Control, is an illusion. We’re never ‘in control’, if we allow ourselves to believe we control anything, entirely, we’re setting ourselves up for a fall.

William Bennett, former drug czar, recently said:
"unbridled capitalism is a problem to human beings. We are constantly pushing our children and adults to buy things that they do not need. We are making desires into needs and we are, as a result, not living at the center. We are misreading the essential human condition".

In the end, some things are just the result of the normal chaotic nature of the universe. Others however can be traced directly to choices and decisions we make.

Don’t allow yourself to blame your parents, Catholic/Jewish/Protestant guilt, an ex spouse, boyfriend, girlfriend or friend, a boss, or anyone or anything else for your life… take responsibility. If you don’t like where you are, make a choice, a decision to change it. Look at where you are, decide where you want to be, and head for that place.

New job, new career, quit smoking, quit drinking, lose weight… whatever, make a decision and go for it! I’m convinced that the only way to remove yourself from unhappiness is to envision where you would be happy, and embark on the journey to get there.

It’s the lack of action, that being frozen in a place you do not like, that leads to blaming others for your plight. Blaming someone else for your problems, does not solve the problem, it just makes being unhappy a little less intolerable, for the moment.

Any thoughts?

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Tuesday, July 31, 2007

What do you love to get paid to do?

I’ve found at least three things. Only one though that paid what I thought the job was actually worth.

Fixing, building, welding and/or painting vehicles was definitely the first thing I loved getting paid to do. . . and I did that with great enthusiasm until about 1979. I loved (and still do) the way a project car just 'comes to life' as the last nuts and bolts are tightend.

After that I found I loved getting paid to teach, and it really didn’t matter what the subject was, what mattered was seeing that ‘light’ go off in a students head. . . and knowing I got paid, was earning a living, to get the joy and satisfaction of seeing that happen.

While I loved both of those jobs, neither paid close to what I felt the skills were worth.

My teaching career lasted until 1985, when with the computer business booming, I got hired to bring my computer skills (I'd become quite interested in all thing computer while teaching) to teaching customers how to use computers, and more specifically to use things like WordStar, Lotus 123, Wordperfect and dBaseII. . . That very quickly morphed into building systems, from simple Lotus 'macros' to full on accounting applications.

For the next 20+ years I’ve loved the work of being in the computer business. I’ve been in, and out of virtually every aspect of it. Most of the things I got involved in however were simply to help me keep doing the one thing I really loved, designing, and then building, business software applications.

From the moment I delivered that first business system to Bill Beck, my future was cast. That look of surprise on the office manager’s face, the smile on Bill’s face, told me all I needed to know. This was not only something I was good at, enjoyed doing and found challenging, it was also something that paid pretty well, and that customers were (almost) happy to pay for.

This was not a ‘luxury’ like a custom paint job, these were mission critical business tools. Not only were they less likely to be ‘cut’ if times were a bit lean, there was actually a real possibility projects like theses would be stepped up to build competitive advantage in lean times.

So what made it ‘Ok’ with me, made it seem reasonable to alter this seemingly wonderful career path I’ve been on?

I think there are a lot of small, yet contributing, reasons, but, the one that keeps coming back to me is the ‘design’ aspect of development.

It’s always been the design piece I really loved, building something in my mind, writing it up, drawing it out and conveying that dream to someone else as we set about to build it.

So, today, in my new role as a business analyst, drawing up those business needs, drafting that requirements document, and then conveying not only the words but the spirit’ of those words to a development team *is* my job. I’m responsible for seeing that the application becomes a useful tool, ties into the overall vision of related applications, and the over all business plans of the company. All of this while still meeting the very real business needs of an entire industry. . .

Pretty cool stuff the more I think about it.

The more I think about it, the more I realize I’ve just made a natural transition.

Back in the day, there wasn’t ‘specialization’ we were all generalists. We had to do a little bit of everything as there was not enough work (or enough people) for someone doing ‘just one thing’. I watched many startups come and go who claimed they were going to alter the business model, stick to strictly development, or only do the design work. I modeled my operations more like a ‘Design/Build’ construction business. (I’m sure it helped that I had a half dozen or so customers in exactly that business).

Today, with ‘offshoring’ and now (can you believe it?) ‘OnShoring’ becoming such a large part of the development environment, there’s less and less opportunity for the ‘design/build’ generalist. We’re in an age of specialists when it comes to things computer…

I had a choice I guess, continue to try and find those few projects that required a generalist who could do a little bit of it all, or, find another way to stay gainfully employed for the next decade or so…

When this chance came along, I’m not sure I really saw it for what it is. It’s a chance to continue to design software, design it in a way that makes a difference to the company, the user and the industry. I’ve always been a ‘business guy’, I just wore the “puter guy” hat because it let me do something I loved, and get paid to do so.

That’s what I’ve been doing, the real difference is, that now, once I’m done with the design, I can watch it being built, and make necessary adjustments (hopefully small ones) in the process as the product materializes.

Maybe it’s true… do what you love, everything else will fall into place… any thoughts?


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Life after Coding. . .

There is indeed, life after coding, for me at least.

If you had asked me five years ago if I would ever let go of my ‘developer’ hat, move beyond coding and into another career line I know what my answer would have been. I would have told anyone who asked, “No thanks!” in no uncertain terms.

I’d centered my ‘worth’ in what people were willing to pay me to do, those of you who know me, know that’s been a common theme in my career… I reveled in jobs that had been deemed impossible, the proverbial “It can’t be done” scenario.

I made a nice living in the 80’s and into the mid-90’s doing exactly that for anyone willing to pay me to deliver what others had said couldn’t be done. I only stopped contracting, and that life, because a client had hired me to continue to build the impossible, and in the process get some job “stability”. (Which we now know was certainly a false sense of ‘stability’)

When that gig ended, I jumped back into contracting, eventually ending up where I am now as a result.

However, this time when they decided to make me a job offer, it wasn’t my programming, design or development skills they wanted. Nope, they were actually interested in my analysis skills. Those same skills I’ve been using to spot trends in data for 15 years or more, and to prove, or disprove what was often just a ‘gut feel’ of mine for the data.

I’ve been at it now for about six months, and the jury is in, I *like* not being a developer!

That revelation has been on my mind a lot lately... How can *I*, the guy who loved development, who lived to build things no one else would tackle, suddenly find myself on the outside, looking in, and not missing the development work?

How does that work exactly? How are we (or more specifically, am I) able to shift our primary feedback mechanism, alter our professional “raison d’être” without so much as a second thought?

I never really contemplated the change; I just knew I wanted to make a difference in this project so I accepted the challenge knowing it was a departure from what I’d known for the last 20+ years. Stepping firmly over the line, one I’d straddled fairly well I might add, that divides the ‘business’ folks, from the IT folks, onto the business side of the line.

So, here I sit, a coder, who’s no longer a coder, and what once was the reason I got out of bed in the morning, is no longer any real part of my day. Yet, I still get out of bed, and I still (maybe even more than ever) look forward to going to work… I can’t remember the last time that happened.

Wait, yes I can, it was December of 1994, then again in August of 1998... Then not again until October of 2004... in the interim, I hated the job... but I loved the work... and the people who developed with me... but, then again, it’s always been about the work, for me.

The life I loved was making software with my friends. . . .

More on all of this as my thoughts gel, I think I’m still to close in to the change to fairly observe what’s going on with me.


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Monday, July 30, 2007

Now this could get me interested. . .

In electric power!! No, nothing has changed, I still don’t really care about global warming, Al Gore’s “Inconvenient Truth” (which all too convenient for Mr. Gore and far too short on truth for my taste), or alcohol replacing fossil fuels…

I care about horsepower.. raw, unadulterated ass-whoopin horsepower… and this two wheeled rocket has it in spades… This is the kind of stuff that gets a new generation interested in ‘go fast’ stuff.

While the technology is a long way from making it to your driveway… it shows what a few folks, some money (about $13K/year for the racing), a little ingenuity and some elbow grease can get done!

Electric Motorcycle drag strip video...



YouTube Link: KillACycle

Here's a link to their website... http://www.killacycle.com/

I’m really pretty excited over what I’ve read about this stuff.

Here I am, mid-50’s and a died in the wool, gimme cubic inches, and gimme lots of horsepower… fossil fuels… loud, ear splitting V8 thunder and all of that…

Watching this video has me thinking about a whole new plan…

I mean 350 horsepower, from batteries that can be recharged in 5 minutes? I think these folks may just be on to something here.

If they’re not… hell it’s still fun to watch the video!!

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