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Friday, December 31, 1999 Images from the party are live. The webcam page will redirect you to the party webcams automatically. I am taking my Webcams down now to move them to the New Year's Eve party. They should be back up at 9 PM with live images from Dave's house. We will probably update images every one or two minutes and allow you to see all the images taken during the night. If you will be on-line, you are welcome to watch our party as it is going on. Hopefully, electricity, phone lines, the Internet and my ISP will all be working. I may be asking too much. So, tonight is the night we've been talking about for way too long. I don't feel like anything bad will happen, but some things will at random places. But, technology won't be the main cause, human behavior and shortsightedness will. People will interpret anything negative as worse than it is. For example, my friend Amir works with former AT&T employees. His coworkers had a lot to do with the telephone network and understand how it works. They said telephones aren't used by most of the population at once, and in fact, the telephone system is designed to handle only 2-3% of the population. So, tonight, when everybody tries to pick up the phone at the same time to see if it's working, the system won't be able to send everybody a dial tone. People might interpret this to mean that all phones stopped working, when in fact, they are working, just not at that moment for you. So, let us be conservative tonight and laugh at everyone else's shortsighted responses. Then we might come to realize how shortsighted we are everyday of every year. Thursday, December 30, 1999 This week was fun. Vermont was great! I enjoyed getting away from the daily routine of home-to-work-and-back life. I did enjoy snowboarding, although I mildly sprained my wrist and knocked myself dizzy a few times. I think I will snowboard again this season. The backyard of the private house we rented was a frozen lake. We went hiking and some of my friends ice-skated. I even got a chance to make pancakes and (many thin pieces of food that were supposed to be) waffles for everybody. Thanks go out to Amy and Anna for helping me poison my friends. I went back to work on Tuesday. We are making progress. I think it is a challenge to get the core of everyone’s vision out of their heads and into words in a way that we can all understand, analyze and combine them. Most people have fears of getting to the core of their vision. Sometimes we learn that when we finally express our vision that it isn’t that great or well thought out. Anyway, I am glad I am part of this stage. We are also developing personas as recommended by Alan Cooper in The Inmates are Running the Asylum. Tuesday night, I went to the Camworld gathering at the Caribe restaurant in Manhattan. I met a few other people who write on their own sites. You can see a list of attendees at Cam’s site. I was curious to meet other people that write their thoughts on their web site for the world to see. What kind of person does it take to do that? Well, these days, it really doesn’t take any kind of person. The technical constraints have been overcome with tools like Blogger. The pioneers who have come before us have helped us overcome the fear and uncertainty. If you have something to say, nothing is stopping you, but yourself. Of course, whatever you create still has to be useful, entertaining and worth reading. Well, that is if you want people to read it. Speaking of quality writing and linking, I’m finding obvious patterns to the quality of writing I put here. When I sleep well, manage my time well and don’t feel overwhelmed I actually write good stuff. But, when something is unbalanced, like my work or personal life, then that affects the quality of my writing in some way. Therefore, what I write and even when I do or do not write communicates more to you then just the words I write. After the Camworld gathering I had some steamed milk and honey at a coffee shop near Columbia University with my recruiter. I wonder if I will ever stop calling her "my recruiter." She hooked me up with Onclave and did a great job with other interviews, too. So, great recruiters do exist; they are just rare. Ironically, she is the only one I have ever worked with. If you are a great candidate looking for a new media job in Silicon Alley, check out Silicon Alley Connections. Wednesday, December 29, 1999 Oh boy, what have I become? Friday, December 24, 1999 We are in Vermont! The drive took us about five hours, with a half-hour gas and food break. We listened to Dave Matthews, Gipsy Kings and Björk. During my next karaoke visit, I want to sing Matthews' "Ants Marching." Last time I snowboarded was January 1995. I stopped snowboarding because I stopped enjoying it. It felt like a project to drive far to a good ski resort, put on gear, pay money and spend time sitting on a lift so I can cover the same distance on the way down in one tenth of the time. Plus, I was never in good enough shape to excel past an East coast black diamond skier. We will see what this weekend brings. Last night I went to a wedding. My friend, Ilya Grinberg, married a wonderful woman named Regina. Non-religious individuals would call the event a religious Jewish wedding. I had a wonderful time dancing with "just" men. See, I am so used to dancing with females that I didn't think it would be fun with males. Well, last night I realized the happy energy of the event combined with the movements of dance was more than enough to make it fun. Traditionally, the guests are supposed to entertain the bride and groom. So, for much of the time, guests took turns engaging in fancy and funny dances, while the newlyweds participated or watched. I would love to make guests entertain me during my wedding. :) Wednesday, December 22, 1999 Nobody found the timely death of Q spooky? Desmond Llewelyn, Q from the James Bond series, died in a car crash (link from Jen Kitchen) on Sunday, December 19. In The World Is Not Enough, his lines allude to this movie being his last Bond movie. He said something like “always have an out.” They even introduced a character to replace him. I am heading to Vermont with Amy this coming weekend to chill with Amir, his sister and friends. It should be fun and cold. Next Tuesday I am going to CamWorld’s Holiday Meeting in New York City. I look forward to meeting other people that write these online journals and weblogs. Oh yeah, for those of you who thought I was special, think again. There are hundreds, soon to be thousands and eventually many more who maintain online journals and weblogs. Monday, December 20, 1999 Saturday night my friends and I realized why people are so nice during Christmas Day. First, we thought it might be because they get presents. Then we thought it might be because they give presents. It isn’t either. We think its because they spent so much time being rude, impatient and obnoxious shoppers. After expending all that negative energy and the relief of shopping being over, they don’t have a choice but to balance their behavior by being polite, patient and kind for one day in the spirit of Christmas. Thursday, December 16, 1999 A few years ago, I discovered the term "shovelware." The media used it to describe content on the Internet that was originally created for another form of media. For example, magazine companies rushed to place their archives of articles and pictures online. Shovelware generally had a negative connotation because the underlying belief was that content created for the Internet is more appropriate than content created for print, TV or radio. Well, the reality is that content that is and isn't shovelware has utility. So, I would like to introduce my own shovelware. I recently found papers, stories and other things I have written during my high school years. I decided to bless you with the opportunity to experience them. Each shovel (assuming a shovel holds one piece of content) reminds me of how I was. With that in mind I have commented on why and how they were written and what I learned from reading them now, years later. The first entry into my shovelware library is called Facsimile. Facsimile is a parody of J.D. Salinger's Catcher in the Rye. I created my own story, but tried to write it in the same annoying way he wrote. I think I succeeded. I was annoyed when I read Facsimile. I wrote Facsimile for a tenth grade English assignment in 1992. My friends recently enjoyed reading it. I think you might, too. Wednesday, December 15, 1999 Have you ever felt like you live in a car? I do. Oksana was nice enough to call me last night and inform me that minutes before she saw me on TV. Apparently, I was on a Russian TV station for a few seconds. Last Thursday I helped run an art auction hosted by the Russian Young Leadership division of the UJA (United Jewish Appeal) in New York. We raised some decent money for charities. The Sunday before we hosted a Hanukah party for underprivileged children in Brooklyn. Oksana said that is what they talked about. I had no idea I would be on TV. Cool. Monday, December 13, 1999 My friend Leo said that I “take this whole be-part-of-a-startup-family thing way to seriously.” I do not think I take it too seriously. I just think that if I spend 45+ hours a week doing something then I should be doing good things with good people for a good reason. Brigitte said that I express well the nature of working in a startup. Thank you, Brigitte. I went to a Princeton University formal with my friend Inna this past weekend. That was my first formal. In my four years at Lehigh, I never went to one. I was not part of any group that hosted such events and never dated anybody at Lehigh who was (or wasn’t). Sunday, December 12, 1999 I have a friend. He is funny, uninhibited, smart, caring and quite unique. His name is Max and now you too can experience his humor and uniqueness on his personal web site. |
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Saturday, December 4, 1999 I just ended my third week at Onclave and I love it. How refreshing it is to get up in the morning and do something meaningful. I really enjoy helping other people make their dreams come true. That sentence sounds so touchy feely out of context, but it is true. That's the essence of what we do everyday in a startup. Somebody (and everybody) has a vision and we each bring some piece of the puzzle to the table. We get up everyday and work towards that vision. We gain, inside, by helping our fellow coworkers manifest their ideas into reality. We gain by doing the same with our own ideas. If you work in a group where the ideas, vision and purpose overlap, then you are part of a team who's individual and team happiness and success are uniquely tied to each other. That bond is the essence of synergistic teams. So, why do I love work right now? Because a part of my responsibilities at Onclave is to help the team create that unique bond. In written expression, that bond exists as mission, vision, value and strategy statements. In a non-tangible way, it exists in the relationships, minds and hearts of each employee. I finished The Fountainhead. I loved the ending. There are many critics of Ayn Rand's writing. They complain about the idealistic nature of her characters, about her unrealistic portrayal of society and architecture and her incomplete philosophy. I don't care. The Fountainhead was inspiring, entertaining and thought-provoking. What else do you need? It expressed to me a concept I have been trying hard to learn elsewhere, but couldn't grasp well until I heard this book: the real reward of creation is in the act and journey, not in the awards or results that come after. Monday, November 29, 1999 My e-mail service provider was having trouble with their e-mail systems. I just realized that I did not receive some e-mail sent to me between November 11th and 14th. Please resend any messages you sent to me during that time. Saturday, November 27, 1999 I went to Dave Khantsis' birthday party tonight. I am going to Nelly Podles' birthday party tomorrow. Age is an interesting phenomenon. At random times, I feel a sensation of comfort in knowing that I am growing old with my friends. I find it amazing how long we have stuck together. Yet, we potentially have so many more years together. By the way, if you think my third cousin from Germany is gorgeous, hot or beautiful, keep it to yourself and don't write me about it. :) I spent Sunday to Thursday this week in Princeton, NJ. A co-worker of mine, Todd, went to Argentina so I watched his home and took care of his two cats. His cats like attention and affection. They didn't seem to care if it came from a complete stranger, either. Humans have the same needs, but we are fussier about from whom we get it. I think our behavior is learned. We should unlearn it and be like cats. Friday, November 26, 1999 What the heck is this? Wednesday, November 17, 1999 I am enthralled by The Fountainhead. Ayn Rand wrote a wonderful book. I love the depth of the discussion and the story keeps me hanging on every word. That's important. That's important to me when I commute two and a half to three hours a day. There is little else I can do while driving a car. I can drive in silence. I can listen to the radio, but I don't like to. I can listen to music on CDs or tapes, which I do. I can listen to books on tape, which I do the most. If I had a cell phone, I could communicate with friends, but only on the way home, because few are awake on the way to work. I could also talk to myself, aloud. I enjoying seeing the reactions when I tell people I talk to myself. I find it amazing how social norms have taught us to believe that someone is insane if they talk to themselves. Yet, the logic is simple. Eleven months ago I wrote that expressing a thought in writing develops your thinking further than keeping it inside your head. Something just clicks when a thought crosses that line from your brain to something external. It happens when you write, it happens when you talk (to others and yourself) and it happens when any sort of action is involved. I can't write when I drive, nor can I sketch or act on thoughts outside the realm of driving or pressing the play button. But, I can talk to myself, aloud. Now all I need is a voice recorder to record the drivel inside my head. :) Of course, the idea is not mine. It came to me from a book called What to Say When You Talk to Yourself by Shad Helmstetter. In order to paint an accurate picture, I must add that the author's least concern is talking to yourself aloud. He focuses on the words and thoughts inside your head and how they dictate your actions and beliefs. He helped me understand my internal dialogue (called Self-Talk by the author) and how to change it. I highly recommend it. Oh, I guess I will have to read something Ayn Rand wrote, rather than just listen to it. One day I will succumb and read one of her other colossal books. Monday, November 15, 1999 I am working to change my sleeping habits. The challenge now is to get up before 6am and be in bed before 10pm. I know I need to be regular about my sleeping. This regularity extends to the weekend when I will inevitably want to stay up late with friends. We'll see how I deal with that. The National Sleep Foundation provides an overview and detailed tips on how to get a good night's rest. I discovered their tips months ago. They worked for me. Sunday, November 14, 1999 My 18-month excursion is over. Tomorrow is my first day working at "The Onclave." Thursday, September 23, 1999 Welcome to my new site! I hope you enjoy the new look and content. Finally you can learn about my professional interests and my friends get their faces on my site. In addition to new content, pages will load faster and navigation is easier. Let me know what you think and if you find any problems. I want to take this time to thank many individuals who gave me comments and helped with editing. Thank you Amy Lipman, Dave Grossman, Inna Barmash, Max Shenker, Dick Miller, Andrew Halasz, Karyn Young and David Ottina. I hope I didn't miss anybody. This site would not be what it is without your help and support. Friday, September 17, 1999 Okay, now I understand why everyone was concerned about the rain. What normally is a four-minute trip to the mall took me 45 minutes today. After I got there, the township close the mall. I can't make telephone calls outside my town. I don't have Internet access. Various parts of town are flooded. River Road is a river road. It would have been more fun if power was out, too. Except for wind and police sirens, it's quiet here. I wonder if it will be like this around January 1, 2000. Thursday, September 16, 1999 I watched Seven Years in Tibet and Kundun. I recommend watching Kundun over the former. Brad Pitt was in Seven Years in Tibet. He is not a very deep actor and I didn't enjoy listening to him attempt an Austrian accent. Seven Years in Tibet is more Hollywood and Kundun is more spiritual and probably more accurate. The Dalai Lama helped with the production of Kundun. Webcamstore.com has arrived, well at least a beta version. I helped design WebCamStore.com for three weeks a few months back. I am happy with the progress the site made from when I got there to when I left. Although not ideal, the information architecture is much improved. You will never know what it was like before. You will just have to take my word that it improved. :) Now, why is everyone in the NY and NJ so worried about the rain? Enjoy it. Get wet. Rain is just as necessary as sunshine. Home from school or work? Well, then, rent Kundun. |
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Wednesday, September 8, 1999 I am back, in one piece, from my hiking trip. Let's hope nothing dangerous has bitten me. What Dave and I planned to be a four-night five-day trip turned out to be a two-night three-day trip. We lost the first day to rain. We hiked through some drizzle on Friday. As we reached our campsite, we realized we had enough food for a week. We carried all this unnecessary weight. Oh well, next time we'll know better. We couldn't stay a week because Dave needed to go to law school the following Tuesday. Saturday was grueling. We hiked up (felt more like climbing) about 1100 ft in three hours and then hiked down 1100 ft in about an hour. I had to stop often to catch my breath. My heart rate was 180 beats per minute for most of the hike up. The hike wasn't too hard on it's own, just the extra 40 pounds on my back. To make a long story short, after we reached our second campsite we hung up all our smelly belongings (food, toothpaste, first aid kit and clothes worn while eating) in bear bags. The goal was to keep bears away from us by hanging the bear bags in trees a few hundred feet away from our campsite. Sometime between Saturday night and Sunday morning, bears ate our food. I'm glad they didn't eat us. Although, I would have liked to see them eating our food. So, without any food, we had no choice but to find the shortest and easiest route out of the High Peaks region to head home a day early. Now our backpacks were much lighter. |
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