May 04, 2013

"Notes from the Backyard"


The trees lean in.
The last of the autumn leaves rustle.

Fire clouds drift
languidly
across the sky.

You lift fallen apples,
gather them in your hands
to gauge their weight.
They dangle lazily from your fingers
like small planets.

You close your eyes.
Around you, the ambient hum of suburbia,
families sighing into dinner,
garages closing their heavy eyes,

and you listen like a phantom,
your own opera unspooling gently.

The air darkens.

February 24, 2013

Why Yahoo's Remote-Work Ban Makes Me Hopeful

On Friday, Yahoo made the headlines with its decision to force employees to work in Yahoo offices, rather than from the comfort of their beds (or couches). One of the enticements of the tech industry has been its flexibility with work arrangements, so naturally, Yahoo employees weren't happy about the news.

I, on the other hand, think it's great. Disclaimer: I'm aware that I'm not personally affected by this, so I obviously have a very different perspective. I also understand that this is pretty devastating for working parents, but I'd like to talk about it from a societal interaction perspective, not a family perspective. I understand the serious cons of this decision but here's one of the (few) positives.

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In recent years, it's plain to see that we've eroded our humanness significantly. You only have to venture out onto any street of any city in the first world, and you'll be greeted by plenty of people walking with their heads down, tapping away on some device, or people disconnected from the world by way of their headphones. Case in point.

Where's the interaction? Where are the serendipitous conversations we ought to have with passerby? Where is the joy of chatting with some quirky person on the street? More importantly, how about talking with your friends, family, or coworkers, face-to-face

No, face-to-face does not mean Skype.

I think this general decline in in-person human interaction has left us (especially my generation) a little befuddled. We're not sure how to use body language. We know how to "talk" via little pop-up boxes and acronyms on small screens. When we're behind those screens, we become the people we want to be. In person, you're much more real and genuine (granted, not 100% of the time, but it's significantly more difficult to hide your emotions and real feelings in person).

And that's why I love what Yahoo has chosen to do, at least from a societal standpoint. I know remote working is convenient and helpful, especially for parents, but we also should consider what it's done to the way we communicate and behave.

In my last post, I posted a video about the origin of good ideas. Steven Johnson, who narrates the video, explains that good ideas stem from collaboration, from conversing and discussing. We need more of that. We need more of the "impromptu team meetings" and "hallway and cafeteria discussions" that spark great ideas, more of the watercooler conversations that allow us to communicate face-to-face.*

Great inventions don't often come from just one person. Our most innovative companies are typically founded by more than one person (Apple, Microsoft, Nike, Hewlett-Packard, Twitter, even Yahoo itself). And if we want to move forward, to develop tools and inventions that will improve people's lives and change the world, we need to start by bringing back face-to-face teamwork and conversations, and removing the superficiality that disconnection adds to our world.

I believe in progress, especially technologically. But this isn't progress--it's regress.

*I know you can communicate and collaborate online. But there's just not the same potential for building on each other's ideas when you're not there in person.

February 20, 2013

Good ideas

A while ago, I posted a video of Susan Cain's RSA short for "The Power of Quiet." I just love animated videos like that (and this one below), especially when they're combined with some real food for thought. It's a winning combination you can't help but love.

February 08, 2013

Food for the Brain (and Soul)

I've read so many spectacular articles lately and have wanted to write about each one. Unfortunately, that would take me way too long, so I'm sharing a few of them here in a link roundup:
Happy reading! I hope you enjoy these just as much as I do.

February 01, 2013

National Poetry Month 2013

National Poetry Month starts in just two months! I'm particularly excited because I have recommitted myself to participating in NaPoWriMo, so this April will hopefully be a productive one. To get yourself excited, take a look at this year's beautiful poster (and order your free copy while supplies last):

January 30, 2013

On Reaching Goals

"Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it's just not that good. It's trying to be good, it has potential, but it's not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn't have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know it's normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I've ever met. It's gonna take a while. It's normal to take a while. You've just gotta fight your way through." --Ira Glass

Edit: Coincidentally, I just discovered this quote on another blog, albeit with a cool graphic. Take a look.

January 27, 2013

"Froth"

Beneath the dying Mexican sun,
the tide carried us on its shoulders
and promised us one last time
that we were giants.

We came out of the sea,
limp weeds clinging to our water-worn ankles,
dried cheeks stinging.
The blue sang behind us, foaming,
chasing our salt-flaked legs.

Come back, it called.
We stumbled away, blinded by the softening darkness.

From behind windows,
we gazed out:
the moon rising like a tributary halo.