Iâd like to offer a tool to put in your emergency kit for shifting self-sabotage to self-care and going from overcommitted to well-resourced. And that is managing for whole capacityârather than simply time or money. In other words, donât ask, âCan I squeeze this in?â when presented with an opportunity. Ask, âDo I have what I need to do this well?â
I saw this TikTok from Chelsea Fagan shared on a Slack community I'm part of, and I thought it was worth transcribing the whole thing and leaving it here for future reference.
So one thing about me is that I never have impostor syndrome, and it's not because I automatically think I'm great at anything I try... it's more that I realized that basically every industry is full of idiots.
I genuinely think that a lot of people who haven't been in the corporate world or exposed to it too much don't realize just how many successful people are mediocre at best at what they do.
And it makes sense when you consider all the factors that are usually required for people to reach a high level at a given industry. Things like having connections, having enough generational wealth to go to college and get an advanced degree, nepotism, networking, and all of those other things. Not to mention all of the other white, cis, male privileges that often go into success.
But by the time you reach the highest levels of most industries, you're often working with people who can barely put together an email.
Or you'll be on an email thread with 17 different people, none of whom seem to actually have a job.
Half of the executives have administrative assistants who do the vast majority of their actual work.
And this is true of a lot of creative industries... think of how many famous people are out there who have almost no discernible talent.
A driving force in my life is looking at something and being like "I could absolutely do better than that", and then I give myself permission to do it.
And just being the kind of person who is conscientious enough about the work you're doing to even consider having impostor syndrome, or think about whether or not you're good enough to be doing it, you're probably already better than most of the people there.
Related: this quote from Sarah Hagi:
Lord, grant me the confidence of a mediocre white man.
My last handful of posts were a bit depressing... so I thought I'd share this one that was in my Instapaper queue for some reason.
I love the idea that someone at Stereogum is reviewing every single number one hit since 1958, and it brings me a great deal of joy that they needed to write a piece about this song.
The summary nails it here:
As a band, Crazy Town were fucking godawful, and they were the kind of godawful thatâs easy to mock. But âButterflyâ? Iâve never been mad at âButterfly.â Itâs the kind of silly bullshit hit song that makes the world just slightly more fun. Rap-rock faded away in the rearview a long time ago, but âButterflyâ will always evoke a very particular moment. That moment was short, just as it shouldâve been. Butterflies arenât built to live forever.
A recent revelation of mine is that I've kind of been a music snob for most of my life. I basically turned my nose up at the entire emo/punk genre sometime in middle school and never took the time to re-evaluate that position.
Now that I'm in my mid-thirties, I've been letting go of those unnecessary positions, and I probably don't need to be the one to tell you this, but there's a lot of good pop-punk and emo stuff out there.
I've also found myself lately drawn toward music that reminds me of my middle/high school years. Rap rock is a defining genre of that time for me, and Butterfly is one of those songs that will forever transport me to a time when I would load 5 incredibly compressed MP3s onto my 16MB (that's megabyte, not gigabyte) Cybiko MP3 player and bike up to the middle school for football practice.
If âEveryoneâs entitled to their opinionâ just means no-one has the right to stop people thinking and saying whatever they want, then the statement is true, but fairly trivial. No one can stop you saying that vaccines cause autism, no matter how many times that claim has been disproven.
But if âentitled to an opinionâ means âentitled to have your views treated as serious candidates for the truthâ then itâs pretty clearly false. And this too is a distinction that tends to get blurred.
Whatever comes next must take responsibility for that legacy, while also articulating something new and perhaps even bolder than what came before. There is a useful lesson drably concealed in the MTAâs maintenance facility in Queens: What we inherit comes with responsibility. Vintage machines are owed our best efforts, and our ingenuity in keeping them running should at least be equal to our ingenuity in forging them.Â
The work of maintenance is ultimately a way of parsing and knowing a thing and deciding, over and over, what itâs worth. âMaintenance should be seen as a noble craft,â said Rossmann, the boot-strapping repair man who learned the secrets of the iPhoneâs circuits. âIt should be seen as something that teaches people not just how to repair, but how to think.â
This article reinforced one of my core tenets of software engineering: the simpler, the better.
It also supplies an important distinction between repair and maintenance. Repair is when you fix something thatâs broken. Maintenance is about making something last.
The article calls for finding a way to better incentivize acts of maintenance in our economic system, and the more I reflect on that, the more I find it reasonable.
Building new stuff is cool and often necessary, but finding a way to make our old stuff last longer is equally cool.
Not just with our bridges and train cars and iPhones, but with our elderly too.
In 2019, after years of effort, the I.E.T.F. released a standard for Network Time Security, a mechanism which adds capabilities atop N.T.P. in an attempt to make it more secure. (Time underlies much of the Internetâs cryptography infrastructure.) The expanding Internet of Things will only contribute to the ever-growing need for synchronization. Sharon Goldberg, a computer scientist at Boston University who worked on the Network Time Security effort, told me that she thinks time synchronization should have a cryptocurrency-like buzz around it (ideally with less controversy)âcoders who contribute to it, she said, should feel proud enough to declare, âEveryone uses the software, itâs in everything, and I wrote it!â Itâs striking how few people know Millsâs name, given how many know the pseudonym of whoever created Bitcoin.
Itâs amazing how fragile our fancy pants civilization actually is, and this story is a wonderful case study into how hard it is to build a thing that can satisfy all the needs of our species.
It also serves as yet another reminder of how much it sucks dealing with time. Giving credit where credit is due: âleap smearâ is a brilliant phrase.
I have a habit of listening to podcasts and jotting down reminders to check out stuff that the hosts recommend, and then never ultimately getting back to consume that content.
I stumbled upon this video today while spelunking through my reminders app, and I felt like it was fitting considering (a) an upcoming thing that Iâm really excited to share soon, and (b) it helps tie together the two most recent posts on this blog.
The part that made me go âah, damnâ was when she mentioned that most people who go through this exercise end up with some form of communication as their climate action.
After completing the exercise, the two things I wrote down were:
Do the podcast idea, build your network of âdoersâ in various climate fields, leverage the network to institute policy change and inspire others into action.
Do the podcast idea, discover a company doing something cool in climate (terrible pun), join that company.
The other thing Ayana warns in this video is to not start with your solution in mind, but dang, thatâs just not fair, is it?
Either way, going through this venn diagram exercise gave me a lot to think about, and Iâm quite curious to hear what you think if you end up doing this as well.
I keep saying I respect despair as an emotion, but not as an analysis. You can feel absolutely devastated about the situation and not assume this predicts outcome; you can have your feelings and can still chase down facts from reliable sources, and the facts tell us that the general public is not the problem; the fossil fuel industry and other vested interests are; that we have the solutions, that we know what to do, and that the obstacles are political; that when we fight we sometimes win; and that we are deciding the future now.
Another great friend sent me this last night after reading my Shatner post, and his comment was âitâs too easy and too unsatisfying to give up entirely.â
This article gave me the shot in the arm Iâve been needing. Maybe I need to start saying âokay, doomer.â
At the tail end of my full time involvement with JMG, I was pushing into the idea of climate work within mobile app development. As I was thinking of my next side hustle, climate work was the first thing that came to mind.
But as I started to consider where I wanted to go with focus, I started getting overwhelmed. There is so much that is being done in climate, and in addition to feeling unapproachable, it also felt like âwhatâs the point?â
My big idea was to start a podcast where I chatted with folks in the climate industry to hear the stories of what work is being done to clean up our planet.
Some companies Iâd want to start with would be Ecosia (who is building a sustainable search engine), Treecard (which is a debit card that plants trees), and The Ocean Cleanup (which uses this dope-looking boat to get plastic out of the ocean).
This is supremely cool shit thatâs being done, yet thanks to doomerism, Iâve felt paralyzed from starting.
Maybe this article will be the shot in the arm I need to start helping in just about the only way I know how: helping others make sense of the work thatâs being done to solve this seemingly insolvable problem.
I learned later that I was not alone in this feeling. It is called the âOverview Effectâ and is not uncommon among astronauts, including Yuri Gagarin, Michael Collins, Sally Ride, and many others.
Essentially, when someone travels to space and views Earth from orbit, a sense of the planetâs fragility takes hold in an ineffable, instinctive manner. Author Frank White first coined the term in 1987: âThere are no borders or boundaries on our planet except those that we create in our minds or through human behaviors. All the ideas and concepts that divide us when we are on the surface begin to fade from orbit and the moon. The result is a shift in worldview, and in identity.â
It can change the way we look at the planet but also other things like countries, ethnicities, religions; it can prompt an instant reevaluation of our shared harmony and a shift in focus to all the wonderful things we have in common instead of what makes us different. It reinforced tenfold my own view on the power of our beautiful, mysterious collective human entanglement, and eventually, it returned a feeling of hope to my heart.
In this insignificance we share, we have one gift that other species perhaps do not: we are awareânot only of our insignificance, but the grandeur around us that makes us insignificant. That allows us perhaps a chance to rededicate ourselves to our planet, to each other, to life and love all around us. If we seize that chance.
I had a chance to grab some drinks recently with a good friend of mine who I consider to be the absolute smartest person Iâve ever met.
As is often the case, our chat devolved into a brutal critique of the current state of affairs: the real threat of nuclear war in Europe, dealing with the ramifications of climate change, the weaponization of artificial intelligence, and so forth.
As we were wrapping up our chat, I got the sense that both of us were looking to each other for a glimmer of hope. Something that would allow us to go to bed thinking, âyeah, the world sucks right now, but weâll figure it out.â
Wiliam Shatnerâs observation about our speciesâ ability to be aware of such things might be the thing that we could have potentially used.
Our awareness is what gives us such existential dread in a moment in history that is otherwise the undisputed best time to be a human.
We need to balance our innate ability of detecting danger with our other innate abilities of strategizing and inventing.
After all, whatâs the point of stressing about the future if there is no hope? Whatâs the point of fixing the future if we canât also appreciate the present?