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Weblogging

Speaking of Technorati

I was asked why Technorati shows me not having updated in 125 days. Since we all know that if I was that long between updates I’d be dead, I have to wonder: does Technorati think me dead?

Seriously, anyone know where this value comes from? I’ve noticed that my links to posts aren’t showing up, either, but assumed this was some cosmic hee hee — like being weblog two thousand and one on Jeneane Sessum’s Aggregator 2.0.

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Weblogging

Onions have layers

Here’s an interesting pattern, see if you can spot it:

As regards to the first Chris Lydon radio broadcast, Dave Rogers makes a comment that Mike Sanders really liked but which Doc Searls counters with more positive feedback. Dave then responded to Doc who responded back to Dave.

Dave writes more, and in the middle somewhere points to Jon Garfunkle’s *New GateKeepers –where Jon points to a lot of these same people (Doc, David, Dave, Jarvis, et al). Mike Sanders responds to Dave and Doc and Chris Lydon, and David Weinberger also responds to Dave (linking Doc and Mike) and Doc links everyone for good measure. So do I come to that, but that’s because I’m asking you all: do you see the pattern?

You might be tempted to say that it reminds you of a cat fight but that’s not it–terms like ‘cat fight’ are reserved for disagreements between women, as a way of poking gentle fun at the little ladies and our silly quarrels. It’s used so that people can then approach the discussion with the proper frame of mind.

No one would ever use ‘cat fight’ to describe a serious disagreement among serious participants.

No, the answer I’m looking for is an onion. This conversation reminds me of an onion, and each person contributing is one layer of that onion. Some of the layers are close to the core, others further out — but they’re all onion regardless of relative position, and just as pungent.

Poly saw the pattern. Perhaps we should use the term ‘bear fight’ from now on. A bull fight comes to mind, but that’s already been taken.

*Note that Jon did link to women in the article, and has always been scrupulous at pointing out inequities in the weblogging world. I pointed to his post primarily because it was referenced in this conversation, and I liked the ‘gatekeeper’ title–so he’s not an onion. He’s sort of a scallion.

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Critters Photography

Sweet babies and fireflies

The Missouri summer has moved in, with weather in the 80’s, humid, and rich. I’ve moved my walks to the morning, when it’s still cool. Come July and August, even mornings won’t help and that’s when you take the deep, canyon and river hikes.

I went to the zoo to check out the new Fragile Forest exhibit and the baby penguin. Unlike my last trip in the winter, today the place was quite busy, and all the fountains and falls were turned on–I hadn’t realized what a beautiful zoo the St. Louis zoo is. It’s not big, but it is nicely designed, and wonderfully intimate. I guess that Parent Magazine ran a survey and the St. Louis zoo was named the number one zoo for kids in the country–primarily because the various critters are accessible.

The penguin baby was hidden by adults at the Penguin and Puffin exhibit, but it was nice to watch the antics of the birds and to cool off in the 45 degree temperature controlled environment. Unfortunately, the apes were nowhere to be seen at the Fragile Forest, either. It is still too new for the animals, and they spend a lot of time in their old habitat.

However, other animals were out and about and nicely active; including the prairie dog village, which had several babies of their own. I managed to capture a picture of one sweet faced, tiny baby.

The Babe

I really enjoyed the zoo visit today–even taking time to chat with folks, when normally I’m rather shy around strangers. Color, lots of color, and I’ve been of a mood for color. And some excellent fresh cooked, spiced potato chips that I enjoyed by the lake, watching the flamingos.

Flamingo in June

The colorful birds and the antics of the prairie dog pups cheered me considerably. I was in a bit of a dark mood the last few days, which is one reason I wanted to take a break from the computer today. However, as I wrote in comments recently, …a person who is bright and cheerful all the time is on drugs, so at least we know I’m clean and sober.

Grumps

After today’s flamingos, more color–the fireflies came out tonight. I wish there was a way I capture them on film, but it wouldn’t work. The magic of fireflies is that they glow quickly and just out of the corner of your eye — blinking out when you turn to look. If we captured them on film, the magic would be lost.

Jaguar

Water Bird

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Just Shelley Technology

What’s the use?

Wayback Machine has copy of this story with comments

Last week I had an email from a person writing an anger management manual, who wanted permission to quote my old posts about using anger as a weapon against helplessness.

In the posts, I wrote about Dr. Martin E. P. Seligman’s research into a cause of depression he termed ‘learned helplessness’–where a person internalizes their inability to control a situation so much so that even if a method of change does present itself, they don’t see it. Seligman has based his entire career on techniques to fight this destructive perception.

As serendipity would have it, Joel Spolsky of Joel on Software just released his list of book recommendations for programmers and it featured Seligman’s book on the subject. This list, though, led to an ironic development, because I’ve been fighting my own sense of ‘learned helplessness’, and Joel’s book recommendations just added to it when I noted that not one of the books featured was by a woman; not even a co-writer.

I have become increasingly sensitive to this because not long after receiving the email from the anger management person, I had a chance to see pictures of employees of a company that provides services central to weblogging, and was disheartened to see that of all the pictures shown, over 20, only one was a woman–and she was in a non-technical position. This started me searching among all of the tech companies associated in some way with weblogging. In all, regardless of the nature of the business, there are very few women employees; of those, most are either in business or support positions.

For instance, O’Reilly Publishing has several women in key positions, but if you look at the senior editing staff, there isn’t one woman–at least none that I can see, and I looked, hard. People have said that women at O’Reilly do play a major part in the O’Reilly conferences, but from what I’ve seen in the past, they’re behind the scenes, not up on the stages. And where are the women authors? Where are the women who write the articles, and the books? Are there none of us left? Not at the new O’Reilly weblog–and rarely in the photos.

How many women are engineers at Six Apart? I know that the support staff is primarily women, but how about the engineering staff? How many women engineers with Google? How about Yahoo? The other major companies associated directly or indirectly with weblogging?

(I hope you all return with “lots”. It would give me fresh hope.)

I wrote in an email to a friend last week that rather than empower women, especially women in technology, I’m concerned that weblogging will ultimately prove harmful to women. Why? Because technology companies are looking more to the weblogs and to those who are more ‘vocal’ in this environment for new recruits for their companies. When you consider that most of the people doing the hiring are men in their 40′s or less, who tend to read others of like frame of mind, particularly those who have more notoriety, what happens, then, to the more traditional recruiting process?

Rather than post a job notice to Monster, or to local recruiters or in whatever local newspaper, these same people send emails out to the bright, enthusiastic, vocal, usually younger men who dominate the technology weblogs. The end result is that technology companies associated with weblogging tend to have a male-female ratio out of synch with the demographics of the rest of the country. So what happens, then, if this continues as a trend, as more and more companies enter into the world of weblogging?

This is a chilling prospect, especially to us older women in technology who haven’t secured a comfortable position. I ran from this in fear a couple of months ago when I took what little money I had on a trip to Florida to try and discover a new career in travel writing and photography. I was desperate to find hope, and instead, found a timeshare.

That’s not to say that I haven’t had interviews. Two weeks ago I had a phone interview with a major player in this field, and the interview did not go well. Everything was fine until he started giving me the technology quizzes — the questions that techs tend to ask to see if you ‘really’ know this stuff. As soon as he started I froze and had difficulty answering any of the questions. It wasn’t that I don’t know the stuff — it’s just that I have never been particularly adept at these types of interviews. When I was fresh out of college, true; but not lately.

When he asked how he could assess my technical abilities, I suggested he read my writings and look at my resume. He was very personable and very pleasant, but it did leave me feeling even more depressed.

These thoughts rattled around in my brain this last week, and with each new photo published online featuring primarily all men, or each new radio show or company almost exclusively all men, I became more depressed — I was fast approaching an internalized view that women in technology are a dying breed, and there is little we can do to change this–and I was one of the first old dragons being booted out the door.

Normally in times past, I would have written a blistering note about this issue in my weblog, and felt re-energized and ready to battle this particular demon. My anger sustained me and made me strong. Not this last week, though, I just felt quieter. Every time I would go to write something, I would lose interest almost immediately. I focused instead on working on Wordform and playing with Greasemonkey, and other odds and ends; even then, I didn’t feel like writing about what I was doing.

“What’s the use,” I told myself, and therein is the statement that lives in the core of learned helplessness.

The three most deadly words are not, “I hate you”, but, “What’s the use”.

I had a second interview with another major player on Friday, and this time, I felt very good about my answers. Rather than quiz me on specific uses of technology, he asked what I would do in this circumstance or that. Now, these are the types of questions I am very comfortable with, and which are equally good about determining how familiar you are with the field, the technology, and even how much you’ve thought about it and where are your interests. More than that, it was in a specific use of technology that has been important to me and my enthusiasm for the work was such that I probably could have talked his ear off for several hours.

I have no idea if either of these recruiters will follow up after the interviews. I have learned not to get my hopes up too high (being realistic is not being helpless). Regardless, though, I felt good about the second interview and this gave me a boost.

Looking around I see debates on technology and other topics that I want to be a part of, and though I have to fight my growing tendency to say to myself, “What’s the use”, I counter this with noting that if I’m ignored by the players, others are also ignored by the players and that sex isn’t always. the determining factor. This helps chip away at the helplessness when I realize that the ‘problem’, as such, doesn’t necessarily reside in me, as much as it resides among the players and the environment.

I am also getting more requests for help with individual and smaller company sites, so I am gainfully employed (thanks in no small part to the requests and recommendations I’ve received from many of you), and this helps break me out of not only the cycle of worry about money but a growing despondency. Even if I have to find work outside my field in order to make it month to month, this isn’t a sign that I’m not good at what I do or a failure in my field; it is a sign that times are tough. Most importantly, I can’t look at others and their successes and allow this to make me feel a failure–each of us has different times in our lives when things work…and when they don’t.

I actually want to find that point again where I get angry–furious–at what I read. I want to write scathing retorts and blistering diatribes, and sincere though strongly worded commentary. Then I’ll be the bird that burns, and people will be pissed and link and de-link accordingly, and I’ll just smile toothily at the results because anything is better than “What’s the use”.

But I don’t think I’ll ever burn quite as brightly again: over the last few years, I’ve had my deepest confidence in myself and my future shaken; there will always be a part of me ready to throw in the flag, a tiny voice ready to cry out, “What’s the use”. When you’ve gone down this road, you’re marked. It’s now up to me to make sure this was a one-time journey and not a repeat trip. In this effort, I’ll use any weapon, up to, and including, walking away from something important to me if I feel it gives harm.

Now I’ve aired my dark thoughts and my doubts, and time to focus on the light and the wonder, and there are new and interesting debates on the semantic web emerging, and I don’t think I’ve chastized the Men of Weblogging enough this week–and my cat wants me to play. Thank goodness for cats, chocolate, friends who can handle soggy shoulders, cuddlesome moments, nature, small children, music, good books, and new toys we can’t afford–not necessarily in that order.

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Media

Lowpoint in television

Thanks to Yule (who says it’s all Maria’s fault) I discovered that I’m Percy Bysshe Shelley in the “What famous Romantic Poet are you” quiz–not my favorite poet, but somewhat appropriate considering the name. In response, Yule wrote in comments:

No kidding! On the other hand, the poet Shelley’s full name never ceases to remind me of a cross-dressing Graham Chapman in Monty Python, leading a ’salon’ while totally inebriated, waxing enthused at the name of Shelley, which he (she) confuses with sherry (”Another sherry? Yes, yes, alright!”).

Ah, the baleful influence of television… 😉

The scene that Yule references is from the following (taken from script):

Chris in order to avoid this embarrassment, dives into the nearest department. A sign over the door reads ‘Victorian poetry reading hall’.

Cut to a poetry reading. Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats and Tennyson are present. Chris stands quietly in the comer hoping not to be noticed.

Old Lady: Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, it’s so nice to see such a large turnout this afternoon. And I’d like to start off by welcoming our guest speakers for this afternoon, Mr Wadsworth…

Wordsworth: Wordsworth!

Old Lady: Sorry, Wordsworth… Mr John Koots, and Percy Bysshe.

Shelley: Shelley!

Old Lady: Just a little one, medium dry, (a dwarf assistant pours her a sherry) and Alfred Lorde.

Tennyson: Tennyson.

Old Lady: Tennis ball.

Tennyson: Son, son.

Old Lady: Sorry – Alfred Lord, who is evidently Lord Tennisball’s son. And to start off I’m going to ask Mr Wadsworth to recite his latest offering, a little pram entitled ‘I wandered lonely as a crab’ and it’s all about ants.

Murmur of exalted anticipation. Wordsworth rises rather gloomily.

Wordsworth: I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high over vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of golden worker ants.

Ripples of applause.

Old Lady: Thank you, thank you, Mr Bradlaugh. Now, Mr Bysshe.

Shelley: Shelley.

Old Lady: Oh… (the dwarf refills her glass)… is going to read one of his latest psalms, entitled ‘Ode to a crab’.

Shelley: (rising: and taking his place quietly) Well, it’s not about crabs actually, it’s called ‘Ozymandias’. It’s not an ode.

I met a traveller in an antique land
Who said ‘Six vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert
And on the pedestal these words appear
My name is Ozymandias, King of Ants

(oohs from his audience)

Look on my feelers, termites, and despair
I am the biggest ant you’ll ever see
The ants of old weren’t half as bold and big
And fierce as me’.

Enormous applause.

Old Lady: Thank you Mr Amontillado. I’d like to ask one or two of you at the back not to soil the carpet, there is a restroom upstairs if you find the poems too exciting (she falls over) Good afternoon, next, Mr Dennis Keat will recite his latest problem ‘Ode to a glass of sherry’. (she falls off the podium)

Keats: My heart aches and a drowsy numbness pains
My senses, as though an anteater I’d seen

(panic spreads and the audience half rise)

A nasty long-nosed brute

(screams from the audience)

With furry legs and sticky darting tongue
I seem to feel its cruel jaws
Crunch crunch there go my legs
Snap snap my thorax too

(various screaming women faint)

My head’s in a twain, there goes my brain
Swallow, swallow, swallow, slurp (he loses control)

Silly, strange, defining, and oddly flattering to the audience. One never looks at British people the same way again, after having experienced Monty Python. The show was unique and original and TV at it’s best.

Compare this to the television show that Diane Reese pointed to today from Warner Brothers: Beauty and the Geek — receiving my vote for the most idiotic, phony, and offensive television show of all time.