Resolution: Subscribe Self

I have, at least temporarily, stopped using the social media to find news. I publish an RSS feed here, and your other favourite sites probably do too, so we can all discover the things we want to read without having to wade through a morass of things we don’t.

Soon, I’ll collect some recommended feeds together. What are yours? Which are the high-quality, low-volume feeds you make sure to catch every post on?

By the river

My home stands near to a bridge over the Avon, the same river that lends its name to Stratford-on-Avon. By walking to the end of my street then through the churchyard, I could stand over the river and watch it flow beneath me. But I didn’t. I elected to walk a few kilometres upstream to the grounds of the big house, and stand on that bridge instead. Walking is something I do, apparently. My phone tells me that I walk more than the average man, an achievement I can claim as my own.

It was raining, so I took an umbrella. In theory, I was listening to the patter of the rain on the umbrella, and watching the water flow through the reeds as it washed underneath me, then past my house and the church, past Shakespeare’s birthplace and onto Tewkesbury and the Severn. In fact I did nothing of the sort. The river and its reeds must have been there, and I was pointing in their direction. I was vaguely aware at one point in my half-hour stop of a car on the driveway, approaching me, stopping just short of where I was, then carrying on over the bridge and on to the road. I did not acknowledge the driver, and if that person acknowledged me I failed to notice it.

Of things that I saw, the one that sticks in my mind is the notification light on my phone. It is my beacon to the outside world, letting me know when somebody wants my attention. Twice I remember looking at it, and twice I remember seeing the blue blink that signifies contact via email. Twice I read this link to society at large, to discover that somebody wanted to sell me the world’s most powerful flashlight and that somebody else thought I would be interested in a walk-in bathtub. Isn’t technology a marvel?

Of things that I heard, probably the car had some sort of engine and tyres that rumbled as it made its way past, and presumably the dual carriageway a few hundred metres away was contributing some white noise. The only sound that I remember hearing is my internal monologue. It’s a toxic sound, reminding me as it does that I have no reason to be pleased about anything, but it is my constant companion. I struggle to hold back tears as it reminds me that my home life, my social life, and my work life, are all in flux at the moment, all out of my control, and the common thread running through them all is the person who lost that control. It goes on to tell me that anything else I might try is doomed to failure, too.

I consider using that phone again, not to look at the notification light, but to tell somebody how I’m feeling. Why would you want to do that, asks the voice? These people have their own things to deal with, why burden them with your problems too? Why spoil somebody’s evening by telling them that you’re upset, when they’ve done nothing to upset you? Why are you so selfish? You’re a grown-up, a man who walks more than the average, you’re supposed to look after yourself now. You’re not supposed to be a mess with a state-sponsored Citalopram habit.

I turn the phone around, thinking of taking a picture of the trees silhouetting the clouds, stained Sodium-orange by the streetlights of the nearest town. The screen remains resolutely black. Of course it did, you idiot, it’s much too dark to take a photo with that phone. You’re supposed to be some kind of expert at smartphones, don’t you know how their cameras work? I vaguely consider whether to fetch my SLR camera, but of course that’s been in a box for over a year and it’s doubtful the battery is even charged. Maybe it’s time to sell it on eBay, but of course you won’t get a good price for it and then it’ll get damaged in the post and the buyer will want a refund and you won’t even have kept that money. Why bother?

It took effort to walk the twenty minutes upstream to the other bridge. My voice told me that I would be just as useful to the world if I didn’t take the walk, if I had stayed in bed and waited until it was time to go to work tomorrow. Well, voice, I took everything you told me and made a few hundred words of blog post out of it, so I have done something after all. The joke’s on you.

Turn it off and back on again

I’m now six months into what I expected to be about a year out of working in technology, and I’m starting to think about what comes next and trying to make it happen. The difficulty I have is that it’s hard to explain what I’m looking for in a way that makes sense to those that are hiring, or that I can summarise in a search term for job sites. I’m considering running a company again to do all this myself, but that doesn’t obviate the problem, I still need to be able to describe this to potential clients and explain why they would want to buy one.

The difficulty comes from being a people person. I listen to people, I talk to people, I get people to talk to other people, I learn from people, I teach people, I perform for people, I watch people, I read what people have to say, and I write for people. And I happen to want to do that for money in the software industry, but if you tell that to a hiring manager on a software team you’ll get a blank stare followed by “um, but how much have you used MongoDB from Scala in your last job?”. You don’t need to try this yourself, I have done it. This is what happens.

I don’t mind much what technology I use, as long as we’re using it because it helps to address the problems we or our customers have rather than because a developer threw a strop if they weren’t going to be allowed to rewrite everything that already works well in NodeCaml. I care about understanding and solving the problems people have, and about understanding the people who have those problems. “I think we should use this” is not fine. “I think we should use this because” is perfectly fine. “We’re a $VENDOR shop” is probably not fine.

So the problem I have is that the job I know how to apply for and get is “programmer” (these days with some highfalutin prefix that really comes down to “better paid”), but that usually comes with some expectation to focus on the programming, and leave all the gloopy soft stuff like what programming should be done and whether it’s a good idea to do it now to other people. What I want to be doing is (being paid for) the gloopy soft stuff like making programmers into better programmers, working out what programming should be done (if any) and whether it’s a good idea to do it now, helping programmers to understand the people they’re helping, and helping the people being helped by programmers to understand the programmers, with the programming itself being a context not a focus. I have no idea how to explain that succinctly to people who might want to hire one of those, nor how to find people who might want to hire one of those.

Practically, based on what I’ve experienced about my own health and its relationship with my work, I also need to be realistic about where and when I work. That’s from or within cycling distance of home (around Leamington Spa, Warwick, Kenilworth and Coventry), from usual working hours my own timezone. If your company is in a different timezone and supports remote work, that’s great, but if you need me to work from your timezone then it’s not great. In fact, you don’t support remote work, you just support local employees who don’t always come into the office.

If you are someone who wants one of those, know someone who wants one of those, or know how to describe one of those succinctly, please do help me out. Based on the last time I tried this, here’s a couple of lists:

Things I’ve never done, but would

These aren’t necessarily things my next job must have, and aren’t all even work-related, but are things that I would take the opportunity to do.

  • Work in a field on a farm. Preferably in control of a tractor.
  • Have a job title that begins with the letters ‘C’ or ‘D’ (I managed ‘Q’ a while back).
  • Spend lots of time supporting the Free Software Definition
  • Include going to lunch with each other employee in the company in my responsibilities.
  • Visit Iceland.

Things I don’t like

These are the things I would try to avoid.

  • I still seriously hate raw celery.
  • Client work, in those cases where we don’t all really think that the client is doing something important.
  • “Rock star” programmers, and people who hire them.

Clown Trousers

An indirect side effect of stopping programming is that none of my trousers fit any more.

People who like to explain things before they have all the facts (or “programmers” as we sometimes call them) will justify this observation by pointing out that I have more time for exercise now. I do, but I don’t use it. While working at Facebook I walked six miles each day as part of my commute and worked at a variable-height desk; I spent a lot of time walking and standing.

When I began my gap year, I put some effort into running every day. That didn’t last long. I still stand a lot to play musical instruments, but am significantly less active now that I’m 8kg lighter than programmer Graham.

Looking at videos of programmer me, I just see an obese, tired guy surviving on caffeine, sugar snacks and three big meals a day as he lurched between commuting trips, flights abroad, conference talks and infrequent visits to bed. Peak Graham (weight for weight) came in June, as attested by the video of my AltConf talk, I have no idea what I’m doing.

It turns out I had no idea what I was doing to myself either. But now that I’m not doing it, the historical record that is my wardrobe tells me I’m healthier than I have been in over five years.

You may not need hipster silicon valley nutritional engineering sludge. You may not need an extra hour in the day to fit in a run and a shower. You may not need to drop a few hundred quid on a watch that also reminds you to stand up. You might just need to discover what you’re doing wrong, and not do it like that.

PL personality theory

An analysis of programmer personality traits inferred from their answer to the question “which is your favourite programming language?”

Algol About to re-enact that scene in Jumanji where Robin Williams has a huge beard.

Basic Remembers a time when you could code a whole platform game with twenty levels in 6k of RAM. Probably works on some trading platform that needs the JVM heap size bumped to 4GB to add two numbers.

C Learnt programming once, what more could there be to it?

C++ Learnt programming once, it was horrible.

C# Wears Microsoft shoes, Microsoft trousers, and a Microsoft t-shirt. C# also goes by the name “Washington State Swift”.

D Probably best to ask again next week.

Elixir I used to be a Ruby programmer until I realised I hate Ruby programmers.

F# Wears the same clothes as the C# programmer but does so ironically.

Go Uses Google+ earnestly.

Java Has hobbies that aren’t programming.

Javascript Look, even Yersinia Pestis was popular once.

Lisp Mostly calm with sudden outbursts of zen.

Objective-C At the intersection of technology and liberal cash. In danger of progressing to Smalltalk.

Perl Stoic in the face of abuse. Ignores it and carries on getting loads of work done.

Python Had an argument with a Perl programmer in 2004. They each think they won; neither is correct.

Ruby Used to use Java but then learned object-oriented programming and had to move on.

Ruby on Rails Like that kid in that movie. No, not War Games, the other one. Home Alone.

Scheme Pretentious. Probably has a blog named for a pun on a classic computing textbook.

Self Slightly further along in their hatred of computing than a Smalltalker.

Smalltalk About to re-enact that scene in Planet of the Apes where Charlton Heston finds the statue.

Swift Like the person who goes into the specialist metal record store and conspiratorially asks whether they’ve got anything by Metallica.

Tcl Submits write-in answers to multiple choice questions.

GNU Terry Pratchett

(post-hoc prescript: I admit to being in two minds about sharing this post. Name-dropping can be the ultimate in reflected vanity: I have worth because I knew this worthy person. I title it about them, but we both know it’s about me. I hope this post, containing much as it does about me and my experiences, is actually about what I learned from an Old Fart in a Hat – among others.)

GNU Terry Pratchett

Nearly three years ago, The Compleat Ankh-Morpork was approaching completion, and the publishers were excited about the potential to turn it into an interactive discovery of the Circle Sea’s cleanest cityest city. At the time that I joined Agant, Dave “OMG it’s Dave Addey off the internets” Addey had already been discussing the project with them, and much was ready to go.

Indeed, Dave and I were ready to go. We took a train down to the Discworld Emporium and met Sir Terry Pratchett, his partner in crime Rob Wilkins, their able Aiders and Abettors from the Emporium and some of the most happening among those who Make Things Happen at the publishers.

In the Dolphin Hotel at Wincanton, we had a pub lunch and tried to define exactly what it meant to put Ankh-Morpork into an iPad. I’d already made a start, and here I learned Lesson Two: the creative mind knows it can be done. You don’t need to convince them it can be done. It’s already been done, it’s up there in their mind’s eye. You just need to convince them it can be done well, and in this reality.

Wait, lesson two? Yes, for here was Lesson One: when meeting your heroes, only one of the two of you is likely to try and make a big deal out of it. The other wants their ploughman’s lunch and their G&T and to get back to work. Keeping focussed on the task at hand – a difficult feat as I was dealing with an internal monologue that would not stop going “squeeeeeee” – paid off, and everyone left safe in the knowledge that there was lots to do but that we would do it because it needed to be done and we needed to be the ones to do it and we needed it to be done well.

OK, most of the rest of this story is history. Dave, the developers at Agant, and a dedicated collection of others worked very hard for a number of months and eventually Discworld: the Ankh-Morpork Map for iPad oozed its way out of the alledged waters of the Ankh (there’s no need to disinfect it, the bacteria refuse to touch the stuff) and into the App Store. It remains the project of which I am most proud, both of the contributions I made and of all that was put in by everyone involved.

All good stories, though, come to an end, and Sir Pterry’s did last week. Today I went back over to the Emporium to talk a bit about the past and a lot about the future. It’s from today’s discussions that Lesson Three originates.

Some day, you will be invited by a polite though insistent anthropomorphic personification to take a walk together. Before he arrives, do the things that need to be done. Make sure they’re the things that must be done by you, and that you will be satisfied and pleased to see completed. Otherwise the two of you won’t have a whole lot to talk about.

The Tankard Brigade

I have a guideline that seems to apply to many pursuits and hobbies: any activity can be fun until there’s too high a density of men with beards and tankards.

Of course, they aren’t all men (though many are) and don’t all have beards and tankards (though many do). But they can turn any enjoyable pastime into a maddeningly frustrating pursuit of ever-receding goals, like Zeno’s arrow approaching but never reaching its target.

Some background. For any activity there will be different levels of engagement; different extents to which once can take it seriously. For most people (apart from, in this simplified model, two people) there will be a collection of people who are less invested than they are, and a collection of people who take the pursuit more seriously.

Often, this doesn’t cause any disharmony. Some natural outgroup bias might make people believe that those who take it more seriously take themselves too seriously, and put too much effort into what should be an enjoyable way to spend one’s time. Similarly, those who take it less seriously are perhaps not really engaged with the activity, and can be a bit too frivolous. Of course the distance between my level of engagement and perception of the outgroup’s investment is decidedly non-linear: pro golfers and non-golfers do not cause as much difficulty for year-round and fair-weather amateurs as these two groups cause for each other.

This is all largely harmless snobbery and joshing until the men with beards and tankards come along. A man with a beard and a tankard (even if only figuratively a man with a figurative beard and tankard) is someone whose level of engagement with a pursuit must be the greatest of everyone in the room or online forum.

A single man with his solitary beard and tankard in a group can be harmless, endearing or slightly irritating. He will have bought the most expensive equipment available, and will gladly tell everyone who’ll listen (and many who would rahter not). He’ll explain why he got it, why it’s better, and why you simply can’t appreciate the subtleties and nuances of what you’re participating in (and apparently enjoying very well, thankyou very much) without the basic investment in a good…whatever that thing is they bought. Moreover, there’s only one way to engage in the activity, and that’s the way in which he does it. Anyone who has a different way, particularly one that invovles spending less time or money, is looked on in smiling condescenscion as one who simply doesn’t – and perhaps can’t – appreciate the craft in all its majestic glory. It might involve some eye-rolling, tutting, and perhaps a strategic choice of seat at the society Christmas dinner, but you can usually cope with one man with his beard and tankard.

Two or more, on the other hand, start to get out of hand (this one or the other one), because each wants to be at the apotheosis of his craft, neither can afford to be outdone by the other. The effect is of course an inescapable ratchet of dedication and investment, much like the ever-accelerating and ultimately ruinous cycle of gift-giving in potlatch societies. When one comes in with some new piece of kit, the other must have it or the one better than it. When one adopts some new and laborious way of interacting with the pursuit at hand, the other will immediately adopt or surpass it. Their interactions with each other are best described as ‘banter’, that particularly masculine (and indeed beard-ridden and betankarded) species of chatter that seems on the surface to be friendly ribaldry but that covers a seething and complex web of mistrust and hatred.

As I said earlier, I think that what really counts for enjoyment of a pursuit is the density of men with beards and tankards. Some activities seem able to hold at once both people with large individual investments, and a welcoming attitude toward newcomers and casual participants. Many runners and cyclists, regardless of how much they spent on their kit, will be happy with and friendly toward anyone who turns up to the same event to run or ride alongside them. The next person may be on their super-list carbon fibre frame with $5000 wheels and bespoje saddly uniquely contoured to fit their cheeks, when you turn up on the $250 bike you got in the January sales. But they’re a cyclist, and you’re a cyclist, so hey, let’s get some cycling going.

Some activities are clearly at the transition, where variations in the density of the tankard field can locally push it past the critical limit. Most motorcyclists are happy to acknowledge and welcome other bikers (though obviously not scooter riders), with a few notable exceptions. Harley riders tend to only notice other Harley riders. The extreme end of the amateur track circuit only pays attention to how much you’ve bored out your cylinders (and anyone who’ll listen) and the amount of time you spend riding a dynamometer. And that certain class of BMW rider who watched The Long Way Down can’t believe that you don’t have mud pans, GPS, and aluminium flight cases attached to your bike when you go to the corner shop for a pint of semi-skimmed. But still, most bikers accept most other bikers, and talk to them about most biking.

And then there are the activities that are forever lost to the men with beards and tankards, for which the ratchet has turned so far that even if the barrier to entry is theoretically low, the barrier to sociable entry – to engaging with the community as an equal – can be insurmountable.

Consider astronomy. It used to be that if you had some cheap army surplus binoculars, you could go along to your local astronomy society and discuss what you’d seen of the moon, the planets and some of the brighter objects in the Messier catalogue. Then, with the introduction of the charge-coupled detector, the tankard brigade arrived in force. Now people will swap photos constructed from multiple hundreds of exposures through different narrow-band filters, taken with their large reflecting telescopes with computer-controlled star drives and the latest in CCDs (all probably permanently housed in purpose-built observatories in their gardens). No multi-thousand-dollar telescope (perhaps even no garden)? Nothing to discuss.

In some circles, folk music can have a more practice-driven ratchet system. The British folk revival of the 1970s brought with it literal men with actual beards and genuine tankards who defined what folk singing was (in apparent contradiction to the idea that it should be up to the folk to decide). Now there exist folk clubs where unless you have that certain nasal folkier-than-thou timbre in your voice and practiced wobbly delivery, and unless you can remember all of the words to all twelve verses without recourse to the book, you probably shouldn’t take part.

All of this leads me to my questions. As a programmer, which of the practices I participate in are pragmatic, which necessary, and which informed by the ratchet of the men with beards and tankards? How much of what we do is determined by what others do, and must be seen to be done before we can claim we’re doing it right?

And which things? Is it the runaway complexity of type systems that’s the ratchet, or the insistence of programming without the safety net at all in a dynamic language? Or both?

My naive guess is that tankardism manifests where unnecessarily highfalutin words are deployed, like ‘paradigm’ for ‘style’ or ‘methodology’ for ‘method’. And yes, that sentence was deliberately unnecessarily highfalutin.

Learn Mansplaining The Hard Way

zed shaw:

It didn’t matter that most of these detractors admitted to me that they don’t code C anymore, that they don’t teach it, and that they just memorized the standard so they could “help” people.


I cannot help old programmers. They are all doomed. Destined to have all the knowledge they accumulated through standards memorization evaporate at the next turn of the worm. They have no interest in questioning the way things are and potentially improving things, or helping teach their craft to others unless that education involves a metric ton of ass kissing to make them feel good. Old programmers are just screwed.

An odd thought

An odd thought: I have written software for a computer whose CPU was used as an I/O controller for a computer that I have programmed, whose CPU was used as an I/O controller for a computer that I have programmed. So far, I’m not aware of the i7 being used as an I/O controller.

The laser physics of software

I’ve worked in a few different places where there have been high-powered lasers, the sort that would make short work of slicing through Sean Connery in a Bond movie. With high-powered lasers comes mandatory laser safety training. At least, it does in the UK.

The first time you receive laser safety training it comes as a bit of a surprise. Then, the second (and later) times, you get to watch the same surprise in everybody else who’s watching it for the first time.

The surprise comes because you kind of expect to hear about cooked retinas, skin burns and all sorts of unpleasant nastiness. Which of course you do, but those aren’t the likely forms of laser accident. The surprising bit is the list of “popular” (not popular) ways to get injured by a laser:

  1. You electrocute yourself on the power supply.
  2. You ignite the liquid oxygen that’s built up around the liquid nitrogen cooling system, probably using the same power supply.
  3. You drop the laser (or indeed the power supply) on your foot.

So to programming. While we’re all donning our protective goggles of shiny new type systems and lack of mutable state, the “popular” (not popular) problems (we don’t know what we’re doing, we don’t know what we should be doing, we’re bad at treating people well) are not being addressed.