
Click to see the photo at full size. Photo courtesy of Miss Fipi Lele.
When I saw the photo shown above (click it to see the full-size version), I was reminded of Aaron’s situation, which I wrote about in this entry.

Click to see the photo at full size. Photo courtesy of Miss Fipi Lele.
When I saw the photo shown above (click it to see the full-size version), I was reminded of Aaron’s situation, which I wrote about in this entry.
It could be that their textbooks are more motivating:

Photo courtesy of Miss Fipi Lele and hardhat.
I recognize the trig and geometry bits, but if any of you out there can translate the Korean, could be you please enlighten us in the comments? I’m burning with mathematical curiosity.
I posted this story to Global Nerdy, but thought it might also belong here on the Accordion Guy blog, as the questions it raises about office life might be worthy of discussion.

One might say that for Aaron Swartz, one of the people behind Reddit, the honeymoon resulting from their purchase by Conde Nast/Wired is over.
(For those of you who aren’t familiar with the story, Reddit is a social bookmarking site that got bought out by the Conde Nast magazine publishing empire. I don’t think they’ve disclosed just how much it was sold for, but it’s a safe bet that the amount was in the low millions. The Reddit employees — all four of them — are now Conde Nast employees and have since been moved from Cambridge, Massachusetts to San Francisco, where they work at Conde Nast’s geek magazine property, Wired.)
The problem is that one would be wrong — judging from some earlier entries in his blog, there wasn’t a honeymoon at all, at least from Aaron’s point of view.
Here’s a snippet from his latest blog entry, Office Space, in which he describes what it’s like to work at his new digs, the Wired offices in SOMA:
You wake up in the morning, take some crushing public transit system or dodge oncoming traffic to get to work, grab some food, and then sit down at your desk. If you’re like most people, you sit at a cube in the middle of the office, with white noise buzzing around on every side. We’re lucky enough to get our own shared office, but it’s not much better since it’s huge windows overlook a freeway and the resulting white noise is equally deadening.
Wired has tried to make the offices look exciting by painting the walls bright pink but the gray office monotony sneaks through all the same. Gray walls, gray desks, gray noise. The first day I showed up here, I simply couldn’t take it. By lunch time I had literally locked myself in a bathroom stall and started crying. I can’t imagine staying sane with someone buzzing in my ear all day, let alone getting any actual work done.
While I’d rather have my own office, I can’t complain too loudly about the open office space at Tucows. It’s not ideal, but I’ve worked in worse setups, and it’s possible to be productive in such an environment. It may have helped that I’ve done my time at computer labs back in University, back when home machines didn’t have the muscle to run Unix and could only hook up to the network via a 14.4 modem. I understand the bit about the noise from the highway; I worked in a San Francisco warehouse building near the same highway back in 2000 and 2001 and know how noisy it can get.
As for distractions from co-workers, I don’t mind. I often welcome it, but that’s my ENTP personality type, and talking to people is part and parcel of holding the title of technical evangelist.
While I would bristle at some of the the technology diktats set by Conde Nast (standard-issue old iBooks, only one approved email client, the administrative website is accessible only via the standard-issue machines), I don’t think I’d have as big an issue with the Wired office environment. In fact, I’d probably say “Whoa! I work at Wired!” every few minutes for the first month.
I’m not as inclined as some commenters to Aaron’s post to dismiss it as whining; I hung out with him quite a bit at the first O’Reilly Emerging Technologies Conference back in early 2002 and consider him a friend. I don’t think that writing such a blog entry so early in his tenure as a Conde Nast/Wired employee is going to make management feel happy, but it does make for some interesting reading.
I wonder how long he’s going to stay there.
Perhaps his entry should lead you to ask yourself this question if you’re an office worker: Is Aaron having a “who moved my cheese” spell or unsuited to office life? Or is he right, and have you swallowed the Big Lie?
If you can’t take the word of a Photoshopped picture of respected computer book publisher and conference organizer Tim O’Reilly, whose word can you take?

Today on Global Nerdy:
If you remember Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious from the Mary Poppins movie and if you’ve heard of the Pastor Ted scandal, you’ll love Supertelevangelistic Sex-and-Drugs Psychosis!

The song is performed by Spaff, and you can download it here [1.8 MB].
Here are the lyrics — feel free to sing along!
I used to be a master of the anti-gay crusade
Until a butch disaster blew my pastor masquerade
But if it’s true I’m pounding more than pulpits, don’t blame me
It’s ’cause I caught my hooker-tweaker-stud’s infirmity
It’s
Supertelevangelistic sex-and-drugs psychosis
Worse than plague and bird flu crossed with osteoporosis
We were playing doctor and he gave this diagnosis:
Supertelevangelistic sex-and-drugs psychosis
Umm Haggard Bakker Swaggart umm Tammy Faye
Umm Haggard Bakker Swaggart umm Tammy Faye
I found the perfect therapist – the kind that gives massage
I like to drive my Escort and I park in his garage
I swear he only serves me crank when all his Coke is gone
And then he helps me straighten out my Peter, James, and John
Blame
Supertelevangelistic sex-and-drugs psychosis
That’s my greatest guilty pleasure next to Guns N’ Roses
Good thing there’s no ban on it in all the books of Moses
Supertelevangelistic sex-and-drugs psychosis
Umm Haggard Bakker Swaggart umm Tammy Faye
Umm Haggard Bakker Swaggart umm Tammy Faye
It seems all pious public figures bugger on the sly
But Jesus loved republicans and sinners; so must I
Say “Holy moley, Mister Foley! That boy’s underage!”
But I believe the congressman has turned another page
Oh!
Supertelevangelistic sex-and-drugs psychosis
Next time, better cut me off at handshakes and Mimosas
No more meth or men for me – at least in overdoses!
Supertelevangelistic sex-and-drugs psychosis!
(Just a spoonful of crystal helps the prostitute go down…)
Thanks to Making Light for the link.
Before Wendy’s friend Liz took us to Mama Dip’s for some good ol’ unhealthy-but-yummy southern cookin’, she took us to Carr Mill in nearby Carrboro. Carr Mill is a mill that’s been converted into a shopping centre for offbeat and “alternative” shops. One of the shops in Carr Mill that we visited was Wootini, which seems to be Carrboro’s answer to the Magic Pony store on Queen Street West here in Accordion City.
I was looking at the art on the walls when I saw a painting I thought I recognized:

“That looks like Robot Johnny’s work,” I thought. I looked at the card beside the painting and saw:
Scary Monsters, Super Creeps
John Martz
“It is Robot Johnny’s work!” I said. “How’d it get down here?”
The answer, it turns out, is in a blog entry from May.
It was preety neat seeing your artwork travel far and wide, John. Maybe you should do your next “fear” piece on chicken fried steak — some people find it scary.
Believe it or not, Catmas — the weblog devoted to pictures and videos of cats — is still in operation, with new pictures posted every now and again. That includes this one, titled Still Life with Kibble:
Be sure to also check out the How to Pet My Cat / How Not to Pet My Cat poster.