We Have Failed Science

As more of a casual observer of science rather than a pure practitioner now, I’ve been saddened by the state of science in the past few years. With the condemnation of climate skeptics to the lack of scientific knowledge worldwide, there is much to be worried about. It’s gotten me concerned that we’ve strayed too far from the pure pursuit of universal knowledge and that we, as a culture, have ultimately failed science.

What does that even mean?

That’s a good question. To answer that, I’d like to use the standard definition of scientists that a typical grade schooler would have – that of really smart people who are passionate about what they’re studying, expanding the knowledge of humankind, in whichever field they study. White lab coats optional.

With more and more of my friends earning their PhDs and actively engaging in the pursuit of science, I continue to hear horror stories that counter the notion of scientists that our naive younger selves have fostered. Science has ultimately become a process that focuses more on selling an idea than on understanding an idea. How did we get this way? Well, let’s jump straight to the point.

Science is expensive, and that means business.

It wasn’t always this way, of course. Afterall, we remember the time when studying a chemical reaction involved just some baking soda and vinegar. Science nowadays, regardless of the field of study, requires sophisticated lab equipment, computing power, travel and even safety equipment to keep any dangerous materials well contained. Furthermore, science is risky, and there is no guarantee of success. With all these inherent costs, scientists are always on the hunt for grant and corporate money to continue their work. Unfortunately, when extra funding from these sources comes into play, they almost carry some form of overt or covert agenda. Projects that get funded are swayed by popular opinion (if it’s from the government) or by corporate profit interests – neither of which are always good for science.

Science is generally poorly explained.

I don’t mean that people aren’t capable of understanding science. In fact, I think most people with a high school degree is perfectly capable of understanding concepts like climate change or genetically modified food. Rather, it’s the way science is explained by the mass media that worry me. Most science that’s reported in the papers, or on TV are typically watered down – focusing on sensationalism than on accuracy. How many news outlets have a trained science reporter on staff to digest, understand, and report on developments in the pure science?

On the flip side, science journals tend to sway completely the other way, maintaining that a strict science language be maintained, failing to translate scientific jargon for the common man. No wonder regular journalists fail to report on scientific progress accurately.

Skepticism Should Be Fostered, Not Squashed

In my opinion, science and skepticism are synonymous. The point of science is to ask questions of our existing base of knowledge to either confirm or deny its logical validity within the knowledge base. As our collective sum of knowledge continues to grow and change, it is imperative that we continue to question what we know. Instead, many scientists are so concerned by egos and funding that they are willing to condemn “skeptics” and “deniers”, effectively turning their backs on the fundamentals of science and the scientific process. It’s mind-boggling and distressing that so many groups hide behind the shield of science while condemning others who are actually practicing it.

What can we possibly do?

Science, either pure or applied, is an integral part of our continued growth as our species, and we can’t let it be degraded into a word that gets bantered around as a nom du jour, but what can we possibly do to rectify this? Well, it can’t be a singular effort by any single group. Everyone needs to be involved.

Scientists need to get their head out of their asses. Science can not be a religion and scientists should not be high priests and priestesses that simply propagate the formula. Scientific rigour shouldn’t be abandoned, but they should also make a concerted effort to bridge the gap from the scientific language to something that’s much easier to understand by regular folks.

With tighter funding available for scientific research, we need to follow a Kickstarter model for scientific research. If we’ve learned anything from the Pebble e-watch story, it’s that crowd-sourced funding can work. However, we need to do more than that. Crowd-sourcing is fickle. A system like this must take out the politics and flavour of the month aspects of projects and focus on merit.

Another issue with the pure Kickstarter model is that there is a general sense that there is a return on the investment. With the risks inherent in scientific research, it’s actually worse than buying Facebook stock.

Perhaps we just need to blindly fund all scientists. Set all scientists up in a commune not unlike a university campus and let them explore to their heart’s content. As long as there are checks and balances in place to ensure that progress continues to be made.

Unfortunately, at our current pace, science will be completely hijacked from purely non-scientific interests and agendas. While the suggestions I’ve made are idealistic and far from practical, we need to make a significant shift in our relationship with science. The consequences may be dire.

This Is Why I Dance (And Why You Should Too)

So if you’ve been following my escapades for the last few years, you’ll remember that I started ballroom and latin dancing a little over 2 years ago. Outside of a few vacation breaks and a week off here or there, I’ve been dancing weekly and progressing at a pretty steady pace. What effectively started as a whim has turned into a passion that borders…obsessive? No…habitual? No. It’s a passion in and of itself.

For me, dance continues to be an extension of expression that I often find is lacking in my life, not even through voice. It’s a healthy mix of anger, joy and sadness that would be seen as “out of character” for me or unhealthy to express in social life. However, as many of us continue to pursue greater and more fulfilling challenges in our professional and personal lives, an emotional outlet is no longer an optional luxury. Dance (for me) is this sort of outlet and is certainly a core part of my life that keeps me emotionally balanced.

It’s more than that though. More recently, I’ve been working with my amateur partner and we were talking about things that makes us keep coming back. After going around in circules for a bit (as per my style in these kinds of conversation), it struck me. Dance is about focus and control and in more ways than one. Here’s what I mean.

On Focus

In our multi-faceted and ultra-engaged world, our attentions are often diverted in many directions, almost always at the same time. In our careers, we pride ourselves (and oftentimes boast in resumes) in our abilities to juggle many things at the same time. In our complex private lives, we have to manage the multi-dimensional relationships that make up the fabric of our social lives. When you throw in family, kids and social media, it becomes abundantly apparent that we’re overloading ourselves. While many of us would generally go home and turn on the TV to “unwind”, I find that this type of stimulation leaves me wanting and sluggish. Dance, or at least practicing dance, has provided me an outlet to focus. Work on one thing at a time. Is my toe turned out correctly? How’s my frame and posture? Wax-on. Wax-off. The zen of dancing comes not because it is simple, but because it is extraordinarily complex and that you need to focus on one thing at a time in order to improve.

This balance ties intimately with many of the emotional benefits I’ve previously espoused. Moreover and ironically, this level of focus has allowed me to improve on multi-tasking at work. I’ve found myself being able to jump from task to task with neither a loss in concentration, nor a need to refocus on the task at hand. It’s an unexpected side effect, but one I’m sure anyone working in a hectic workplace would find welcome.

On Control

If a person’s body is one’s castle, then wouldn’t it make sense to know how it works? Unfortunately, we still don’t come with an owner’s manual (and don’t ever be fooled into believing we’ll ever have one), so the best thing one can do is to test, explore and learn how it all works. While yoga and other forms of exercise are reasonable attempts at helping one do so, I’ve personally found that the practice of dance has allowed me to do this fully. The full-body precision necessary to dance (lead and follow) correctly is mind boggling, and even with only a small handful of years dancing, I’ve discovered things about my personal physiology that I didn’t know possible (but seems so obvious now). Even as a novice, I’ve also discovered things about others physiology that I didn’t know existed, but now allows me to guide others as if it were (partially) second nature. While I’m not even implying I’m good at this, I’ve found that even a small bit of precision and control goes a long way.

The ability to control my physical actions and posture has allowed me to excel outside of my dance life. I feel like I’m less clumsy (in the afternoon when I’m more awake) and I simply look more confident when I’m in front of crowds, even if there’s a 8.0 scale earthquake in my boots.

On Other Benefits

I was at a high school alumni association event not too long ago, and I’m reminded of pieces of that night, specifically on how young people can feel isolated in a city as large as Toronto. It’s not too long ago that I, myself, moved to this fair city and felt much the same way. Many of my friends at the time lived back in Waterloo (my alma mater) or out of town, and many still do. Without a strong circle of friends, I had to discover my own community, and I was fortunate enough to find dance.

I have nothing but the best things to say about the dance community. They are some of the friendliest and most open individuals I’ve met in my short (but not insignificant) life. After all, one spends most of the time mere inches face to face. You are either very friendly already, or you become friendly very quickly. Learning how to dance has allowed me to meet many interesting and intriguing individuals from all walks of life, and you don’t even have strings attached to feel emotionally committed to any one of them! It’s like speed dating on steroids, with no weird social stigma or awkwardness hanging over your head. Furthermore, by knowing how to dance, I know I can pick up and go to another city, and be accepted into a community where the common language is motion to music.

In our fast-paced, whirlwind lives that we lead, we often find little time to look after ourselves, forcing more and more individuals to eat improperly (eating only salad is just as bad as eating only meat, people!), with little regard to heart health, stamina and strength. Going to the gym and seeing a personal trainer will certainly do the trick, but who wants to run on a treadmill or just lift weights. It’s boring and my ADHD sensibilities kick in far too readily in my ripe old age. Dancing is already a full-body workout (cardio, strength and stamina all in one) and is different almost every time (either because of music, partner or the dance itself). Even when practicing routines, there’s always something new that the 5 year old in me stays engaged the entire time.

If my last thousand words didn’t sway you to dance, why not try this reason on for size. Not to sound overly nerdist, but doesn’t dancing appease every aspect of the role-playing gamer? It raises all your core stats – Strength, Constitution, Dexterity, Charisma and Willpower, just to name a few. There are real quests to improve yourself and the rewards (while not exactly in the form of arcane weapon or spell) are just as valuable. It also gets you out of the house and away from your actual roleplaying game and focus on playing the same kind of game in the real world. The stakes may probably not be as high, but they’re real nonetheless. These are the reasons I dance (as much as I do) and why I think you should give it a shot too. What are you waiting for?

Picked Up This Roku Player

With little fanfare, Roku announced and released their highly popular set top box (the Roku 2 XD and XS) here in Canada about a month ago. Touted for its modularity and openness, it’s a direct competitor to the Apple TV (which I also own) in a space that’s still relatively undermarketed here in Canada. At $89.99 and $109.99 respectively, it puts it in the Apple TV price range with all the bells and whistles to make it a worthy challenger and within reach for most people with an HDTV.

Like the Apple TV, HDMI and WiFi are both built-in. However, in an attempt to make it more accessible, it also has a customized cable for standard RCA connectivity (that’s the one with the yellow plug for video and red-white plugs for audio). Where the Roku really shines is the selection fo apps available on the box, that extends the functionality of the box and the services you can tap into. There’s a Netflix app, one for Flixster, TuneIn for your live radio and a number of other private apps that can tap into live TV streams. So far so good. Seems like the perfect box for non-Apple advocates.

The benefits stop here though. Whereas the US-based Roku has access to a myriad of channels, the Canadian version is still relatively limited. No CBC or Comedy Network channel yet, and many of the streams that would greatly interest me (Team CoCo feed, Russia Today) are highly unstable and almost unwatchable. On top of this, the UI could use a lot of work. Instead of the XBMC style interface in the original Apple TV or the grid UI in the current iteration, the Roku UI is a straight horizontal line interface that isn’t self-looping. If you want to access an app on the far side of list, you have to scroll all the way across, and then scroll all the way back if you want to access something at the beginning of the list. Annoying at best.

Also, the UI can be a bit buggy at times, mostly because of the open nature of the platform, with some of the apps hanging and being generally unresponsive. The only resolution was to power-cycle the box. Furthermore, the remote (while technologically impressive with Bluetooth tech similar to that of the PS3 and with gyroscopic technology) can use a good UX rethink. The select button feels oddly out of place (below the D-pad) and the location of the back button feels very difficult to reach with the thumb.

So while there’s plenty to praise the Roku for (openness, variety and affordability), there’s still plenty for the platform to work on, especially from a user experience and usability side. It’s worthwhile to check it out if you’re not tied to either the Apple or the Android (i.e. Google TV) ecosystem, but unfortunately, the number of folks who fit that category continues to shrink as people’s general tech decisions are now more and more tied to their mobile OS choices.

Leaving the Online Dating Thing

A friend of mine forwarded this link to me earlier this week (or was it the other way around..) about the downsides of online dating…or rather the more permanent side effects of online dating nowadays. [Reader's Digest version: Online Dating = Higher Propensity for STDs] While I admit to having done online dating, I have to admit that I’ve generally been very bad at it. Bad enough to not even be a statistic in any study that delves into this topic, and this naturally got me thinking (and I already know that would be a bad thing), and arrived at a few conclusions.

1. The Odds Aren’t Good, but the Goods Are Odd

There’s an old saying at UWaterloo, especially in the Faculty of Math, that pertains to dating on campus – “The Odds Are Good, but the Goods Are Odd.” Not going to explain either myself or the university for that one and let you folks interpret this as you wish. What I’ve found in online dating is something familiar but altogether different at the same time. As a guy trying to date online, I was quite literally a dime a dozen (or is it a penny in a pound?) I more or less disappeared into the ethereal pool of other guys who are ‘on the market’.

Let’s be honest too. I’m not exactly the best looking guy out there. Period. I’ll admit to that. I’m also not the most athletic, nor the most caring nor am I the nicest of guys. I’m very much average in many respects, and that just doesn’t make you stand out. (Much the same can be said for job hunting.) This brings me to the second half of the phrase – the Goods Are Odd. I feel that online dating (amongst other things like network TV and pop culture) has warped the standards and definitions of an ideal mate. Furthermore, it’s also a haven of last resort for folks who lead busy lives and can’t meet people in real life (this, in itself is a problem) or are just plain…well, odd. Not saying that online dating is about scraping the bottom of the barrel in terms of bachelor and bachelorettes, just that everyone is there for a reason.

One other thing I’ve noticed is that online dating is much more of a meat market…more so than a bar or wherever people go pick up. You log online and your first filter is by photos! Anonymously! This is only a hop, skip and a jump from voyeurism and stalking! And people are signing up for this voluntarily! It’s pretty sick, no?

2. I’m Just More Interesting In Person

I haven’t completely convinced myself of this, but I’ve been told that I’m a much more interesting in person. I’ve found more people I’ve kept as friends through online dating than people I’ve slept with, and I’m guessing I’m an outlier in that respect. For one reason or another, I’ve got an ability to draw people in and have them listen to me. [I've yet to use this ability for evil...or have I?] Whatever ability I have, I just like to know that I can still make an impact in other lives without being in a relationship. This brings me to my next point…

3. The Need For Attachment Has Waned

With every passing year of singlehood (singledom…? aloneist…?), I’ve either gotten used to being single, gotten too busy, or simply care less about needing to be with the same person all the time. It may be because I’ve filled my life with so many things and so many people that it’s all combined to become a relationship in and of itself. In fact, I cherish the moments when I have my headphones on, typing away in a coffeeshop, zoning out the rest of the world.

With these points combined, they made me realize that online dating simply isn’t for me (that, and they also combine to form Captain Planet) and I decided to leave it all for good this past week. All my accounts have been shuttered, and dead. And you know what? Like when I left Facebook years ago, I don’t even miss it.Crazy, no? Won’t stop me from simply dating in real life, but for now, it’s given me a bit of breathing space to worry about other things…like work, dance, voice and friends.

And More about Cuba

Last time I left off about Cuba, I alluded to a catamaran trip and going to Havana. Let’s pick this up where I left off.

In case it wasn’t obvious, Cuba is a fairly respected nautical nation since it straddles both the Caribbean to the south and the Atlantic to the north. Therefore, it should come to no surprise that sailing and nautical activities are fairly common and should not be missed if you ever have the chance to go. While beach-combing is a fairly popular resort pastime (and who can blame them…the white sand beaches and the azure waters are simply breathtaking), there is plenty more to do. That’s why I took a quick catamaran tour off the coast of Varadero, with an accompanying reef snorkelling session. You can take a quick peek at my Flickr pool to get a sense of the majesty of the open seas. I met some fairly neat folks on the boat (one of whom commented on the awesomeness of my Mari Claro messenger bag). Needless to say, it was definitely a highlight of my trip, and a nautical excursion should be an integral part of any of my trips in the future.

Havana, in contrast, was just as wonderful of an excursion, but for very different reasons. If I didn’t allude to it in my last post about Cuba, Havana and Cuba has very much the same vibe as communist China of 20 years past. Lots of reconstruction, lots of old (but well maintained) architecture, and a lot of old buildings sorely in need of upkeep. Varadero is about 125km away from Havana, and it gave our bus tour guide a bit of time to discuss both ancient and recent history of Cuba and Havana. One of the most interesting tidbits of information is how much Castro (and the current regime) has tried to maintain the historical look and feel of its past. Old Havana maintains much of the colonial look and feel similar to that of Old Quebec City or the French Quarter in New Orleans. The streets are still paved with cobblestone and the buildings are still held up with the original massive oak beams from the settlement days. They government still tries to maintain the state of the buildings and renovates and reinforces them as needed. In fact, there are schools and institutes within the old city that trains youth to carry on this tradition. For buildings that are beyond repair, they tear down the structure and convert the land into public spaces and parks for all to enjoy. This way, according to our guide, the look and feel of the old city won’t be put out of balance. He was right about that.

New Havana lies in stark contrast. It’s quite modern with skyscrapers and high rises made with modern construction materials. It’s also in much greater need of repair, especially since a tsunami ripped our much of the coastline in (I believe) the early 90s. In many ways, Old and New Havana looks and feels very much the same as the French Quarter and the rest of New Orleans after Catrina hit.

There were a number of interesting highlights of New Havana. The Christopher Columbus Necropolis is, by far, the most interesting cultural landmark in the city. Taking up a very large portion of the city, it’s actually home to over 2 million graves – almost the same as the population of living Havana. It was here where I learned about the abundance of certain natural resources native to Cuba, specifically marble. Marble is used to adorn almost all the important graves, many of which aren’t so much graves, but rather reasonably sized bungalows made of stone. The amount of wealth that Cuba still controls can still be seen everywhere – in its national monuments like the Capitol building and National Opera, in its people and in its culture.

The real highlight of the Havana day trip, though, is the Tropicana Club. An outdoor cabaret  started at the end of the 30s, it’s still one of the top cabaret shows in the world. The 2-hour show continues to live and evolve, with a new number rotating in every month. It tries to capture and present the varied history of Cuba through dance – from its colonial and slave trading roots (i.e. tribal dance), to the present day (salsa, mambo, rumba, etc.). The show was quite reasonable (about $70) and is definitely worth the money. I’d write more about it, but words simply do not do the venue, the performers or the show real justice. It is something you just need to experience.

Looking back at the trip, I come to think of it as a fond place to visit – once every decade perhaps. The real Cuba is still something that isn’t as accessible to visitors, and I doubt many visitors will want to see it. However, the country that most tourists can see is certainly a gem that has no equal. The rich cultural history of the country is everywhere, instilled not just in the DNA of its people, but also in their lifestyle and their art. However, there’s still plenty of the world left to see, and a return visit to Cuba can wait.

What’s next for the year? Well, there’s this Miami trip that will prove to be a lot of fun. Maybe I’ll even head home this year…with a quick jaunt to Japan along the way. For now, though, more life, more dance, and more love for all my friends.

Two Communist Countries Down…

In my typical style of not telling people my life-plans, I decided to take a trip to Cuba in the last week of January [pictures are on Flickr, though there weren't many of them]. The goal of the trip was simple – get the hell out of dodge and just spend a week in a haze a la Fear and Loathing…without the drugs or any companions.

I simply love traveling alone. The freedom afforded from a schedule-less lifestyle is something that many of us living in Corporate Monkey-stan almost seem to forget but one that is immediately cherished when received. Being able to dictate when to wake up (earlier the better for me) and which sights to see or even getting lost on your own terms [see below] jives well with my control-freak mentality and going to Cuba reminded me why there are plenty of things to enjoy about the single life.

So…about Cuba… I didn’t realize how easy it was to get to Cuba, and how much the temperature changes in those handful of hours. It was a balmy 25 degrees Celsius when I landed and the highest it reached was a toasty 32. It definitely reminds me of communist China about 20 years ago. Very industrialized centers that’s always undergoing restoration and a breathtaking countryside that seems to go on for miles. Of course, the Chinese built and shipped tour busses helped. The country still holds on to many of the perceived memes that many North Americans hold about Cuba; American sedans built in the 50s (with the same shocks and suspensions from the 50s…much like many American cars built today), horse-drawn carriages, plantains, and salsa (the dance, not the dip). Cuba is also a very modern country at the same time. Imported Hyundais line the streets alongside the American Classics, modern speedboats and catamarans float on both sides of the island and very modern racing bicycles (self-powered, not the motorized ones) are ridden by Cubans dressed in the latest cycling gear. Cuba is certainly a country that seems to succeed in combining the best of both the traditional and modern societies that many North American cities strive to do and fail.

Staying in Varadero has both its benefits and disappointments. First and foremost, the Varadero peninsula is a 25km stretch of sandy beaches and resorts. It’s also the largest tourist area I’ve ever seen and plays up the “old” Cuba to the fullest extent. Cabs all look like they’ve ben time-locked from the 50s, but with the kind of paint jobs and flare that can only be found in that old arcade game Crazy Taxi. The entire purpose of the area is to cater to tourists, and in many ways, that’s ok. This is what tourists to Cuba want and the regime has delivered in spades.

This is also why I decided to rent a scooter and take it out of the city limits.

Let me start by saying that the scooter I rented wasn’t from the 50s (that would’ve been cool), but it wasn’t exactly modern either. Probably something from the 80s. It had a speedometer, an odometer and a fuel gauge on the steering bar. Only 2 of them worked, and I had doubts about the condition of the third. Needless to say, an out-of-city excursion just seems like a bad idea at this point, which was why I was so excited to leave the city limits and see the wide open farmlands and rustic roadside fruit and meat stands that covered the countryside. I wasn’t willing to be a complete doofus though, so I always kept a watchful eye to know when to turn back (yes, the fuel gauge was the only thing that worked). The trip out was quite straightforward and by the time I turned around to head back, I felt like I’ve seen some of the real Cuba as I passed through a handful of quiet villages and even a military training ground.

The trip back was a little more eventful. I must have missed a turn at some point since I found myself in a very busy village with schools and children running about playing soccer. I knew that something was wrong at that point, and it was at this moment that I decided to look down at my spasmodic fuel gauge. I had less than a quarter of a tank left, and I knew I wasn’t halfway back to the resort strip yet. With some broken spanish and a very friendly woman who was really good at putting two and two together (goofy looking Chinese boy on a rental scooter asking about Varadero should be used as a universal symbol of “not around here”), I managed to get back to the main highways to get me back to the resorts. I crossed the bridge leading back to the peninsula with my fuel gauge just touching the red “Danger Will Robinson” zone. By the time I got back to the gas station, it had just hit the bottom of the red. Consider myself lucky that I didn’t have to drag that scooter 20km back.

In spite of my unwillingness to have a planned itinerary, I did spend a day on a guided excursion to Havanna, as well as go on a catamaran snorkelling trip. Those stories, however, will have to wait for another time.

So This Windows Phone Thing…

Got a quick confession. I picked up a Windows Phone 7[.5] on Friday. (It’s one of those new fangled Nokia Lumia 710s.) Now, don’t go ballistic on me just yet. Hear me out. I love my iPhone. I still have it and I’ll keep using it. I just feel that I should probably start separating my work and personal lives a bit more, and this step with the Windows Phone is just one small part of it; I’m not sure which will become my work phone and which my personal, and it really doesn’t matter right now. All I really know is that I made a great decision with this phone.

So why didn’t I choose another iPhone or an Android or Blackberry device? Well, there’s a lot of reasons, and here’s a few.

  • I didn’t want to spend another $600 on another iPhone [fact]
  • Most of you already know my views on Android [it lacks direction and its pseudo-open-source-hippiness annoys me. Make up your mind, Google.]
  • Blackberry…well…let’s just say maybe the Mayans were right about the end of days for somebody in 2012…

That really only leaves Windows Phone as my only option in this ever confuzzled market of mobile smart devices, and this underdog really deserves more attention and respect. If you’ve read any of the reviews of Windows Phones in the last few years, you’ll hear many of the same accolades (refreshing UI, integrated social media, etc.) and I won’t bore you with the same here. Combined with the hardware strengths of Nokia, the platform finally has the legs and marketing push behind it to make a small dent in this space. In my few short days with my Lumia 710, I have to say that I’m generally impressed with what Microsoft has done with their mobile platform. Most of the apps that I need are there (a podcatcher, Twitter and Foursquare apps, and even the Kindle app). Notifications are non-intrusive, clear to understand and the embodiment of simplification of complexity. (By that, I mean it doesn’t compel me to stare at my phone the entire time…damn, those Windows Phone TV spots really work, huh?)

Moreover, the phone was surprisingly affordable. At $250 without a contract at Rogers (and another $20 to buy an unlock code online), the Lumia 710 is cheaper than an iPhone 4S or a Blackberry Bold on contract and certainly much less expensive than a large majority of unlocked smartphones out there. I feel that Microsoft and Nokia have finally found the keys to the underserved affordable, simple to use smartphone market that Apple has outright ignored and that Android hardware makers have simply failed to tap.

Funny, you’d never think this kind of innovation would come from Microsoft, huh?

Generally, I’m very pleased with what the Lumia 710 has to offer. Who knows, maybe one day (maybe), I’ll come full circle and just adopt everything Windows in my life again. But for now, I’ll remain a fickle tech-head who really just wants everything to work magically.

Here For a Good Time, Not a Long Time

Hmm…this is awkward.

How long has it really been since I last posted? Thanksgiving 2010? Yup. You all thought I was dead, didn’t you? In many ways, I was. Life was becoming stale, stagnant and slow in those olden days. Things were fine then, but I’d like to think things are better now. It’s been a crazy 2011 and 2012 has yet to disappoint from all fronts, be it work (we’re growing), dance (I’d like to think I’m getting better), social (I actually talk to people outside of work…more so), blogging (yup, still at it on my weekly column at iPadinCanada.com) and photography (I’m relying less on ‘shopping my files and going straight from camera to upload).

All of these had their price though, some of which include my continuous decline in my general sanity, and hit at my wallet (hobbies ain’t cheap, you know), some lost connections along the way and probably my liver. Still, it’s important to let you know that I’m alive and well.

And yes, mom, I’m still eating my veggies.

Thankful for Something Something

From a personal standpoint, holidays such as Thanksgiving have always confused me. After all, it is an arbitrary holiday that’s slotted in a more or less convenient spot to either placate the plebs, or encourage copious amounts of consumer spending. I have no problems with this as I enjoy both placation and consumer spending. What confuses me most about these holidays is the sentimentality that I, a person with the capacity for emotion as an engineer a cockroach a rusty nail, attach to these occasions.

Take this weekend, for example: Canadian Thanksgiving. For pretty much the rest of the year, I would usually take everything I have for granted – my stable career, the freedom granted to me by this country, the friends and family that I keep, the crazy hijinks I wind myself into, et cetera et cetera. Come the second Monday of every October, though, I turn into this puddle of goop that not merely reflects on what I have [and for which I am thankful], but also on the things I don’t have nor will ever have. [The latter, however, can wait for another post.]

I was speaking with a friend earlier this week, and the notion truly hit home. We’re both young urbanites with stable jobs, strong ties to family and friends, and rich personal lives. However, both of us also forgot how little others have as well. For the past few days, I’ve been trying to figure out why this was so.

A lot of it, in my mind, stems from how much we’ve de-emphasize personal and professional achievement. I deserve my monthly wage. There will always be others who can help me regardless of how much of a douche bag I am. Rather than I earned this through honesty and integrity. or I worked hard to keep my friends and earn their trust.

I look around me at work, and for the most part, I feel the latter is true. Most of my co-workers are honest folks who want to do their best and achieve more. We want to grow the business and hire more staff. However, whenever we try to hire new employees, we perpetually run into the issue of young college and university graduates who expect the world handed to them on a silver platter. How can we expect to effective train young people for a new growing industry when they come in with preconceived notions of their jobs and egos larger than enlarged prostates, without the experience and practical training to back up those claims. The ones we do end up hiring is hit or miss too. We’ve had some very good hires we’ve kept, and there are lots of folks that we’ve fired [and want to fire] who are simply deadweight. I often wonder how much longer our society can continue functioning in this manner, and how soon we’ll see an exodus of the talented and capable a la Atlas Shrugged.

Looking back on all of this, I’m having serious trouble finding something in our society to be truly thankful for.

No, wait. I have something.

- I’m thankful for the problems in our society because it forces us to create new and innovative solutions.
- I’m thankful for the lies because it allows me to appreciate the truth even more.
- I’m thankful for the lazy, incapable and incompetent people because it makes me cherish my friends who aren’t any of those even more. [It also gives me a job.]

I really have a way to make even the most pleasant topics sound depressing, don’t I? [Just because I'm in marketing doesn't mean I can't/won't spin things negatively.]

Happy Thanksgiving, folks. Gobble a few turkeys for me.

sammee

Are you exhausted too?

Perhaps it’s simply a reflection of myself, but it seems like everyone I see is continually exhausted. Let me clarify myself. I know I’m exhausted and have good reason for it. I just never seem to stop doing something, and there’s a perfectly good explanation for that. [I'm crazy.]

I think it’s safe to assume that I’m crazier than most people, and that most people tend to over-extend themselves less than I do. So why are people always so tired? Is our society so complex and intricate now that simple daily interaction tires us out? Is our work culture so demanding that crafting an internal memo taxes us both physically and emotionally?

What does that say of ‘progress’? What does that say of our perfect lives with our iPhones and shiny objects? What does that say of the copious cups of coffee consumed?

I don’t know. Do you?

/rant