27 January 2012

26 January 2012

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The Benjamin Franklin Effect

Franklin set out to turn his hater into a fan, but he wanted to do it with­out “pay­ing any servile respect to him.” Franklin’s rep­u­ta­tion as a book col­lec­tor and library founder gave him a rep­u­ta­tion as a man of dis­cern­ing lit­er­ary tastes, so Franklin sent a let­ter to the hater ask­ing if he could bor­row a selec­tion from the his library, one which was a “very scarce and curi­ous book.” The rival, flat­tered, sent it right away. Franklin sent it back a week later with a thank you note. Mission accomplished.

The next time the leg­is­la­ture met, the man approached Franklin and spoke to him in per­son for the first time. Franklin said the hater “ever after man­i­fested a readi­ness to serve me on all occa­sions, so that we became great friends, and our friend­ship con­tin­ued to his death.”

I’ve been think­ing a lot about this Franklin anec­dote since I first heard it a cou­ple of years ago.  I’ve never put it into prac­tice, but I’ve been tempted.  I don’t have enough peo­ple who openly despise me, I guess?

Manipulation like this done delib­er­ately leaves a bad taste in my mouth usu­ally.  I can’t stand those “pickup artist” books and tapes that some of my sin­gle friends like.  I’ve lis­tened to some of them on car rides and they made me incred­i­bly uncom­fort­able for a lot of rea­sons, but mostly because they involve delib­er­ately mod­i­fy­ing behav­ior to try and manip­u­late some­one in a very crass way.  But is the Franklin Effect that dif­fer­ent, when applied?  It doesn’t bother me as much– maybe because try­ing to get some­one to go to bed with you and try­ing to get some­one to like you are dif­fer­ent enough that I can excuse the later but find the for­mer very distasteful.

If I ever ask you a favor out of the blue, you can assume I’m finally get­ting around to try­ing this out.

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PotD: The Rockies from Rocky Mountain National Park

I’m sorry that I don’t have much to say lately that isn’t in the form of a pho­to­graph.  My think­ing is highly spe­cial­ized about web design right now, and nobody gives a damn about that–at least not the peo­ple I know read this blog.  Unsurprisingly, run­ning a busi­ness takes up a con­sid­er­able por­tion of my time and brain pro­cess­ing power.  However, I still get the chance to drive up into the moun­tains and take pho­tos like this.

25 January 2012

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PotD: Paul Hummer, Programmer at Work

I really like shoot­ing can­did por­traits.  I wish I had the guts to just ask ran­dom peo­ple out and about if I can take their pic­ture.  This is Paul Hummer, though, so I didn’t bother to ask permission.

24 January 2012

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Bokeh Experiments I

Taken in the Alley Cat cof­fee shop in Fort Collins.  Looks like it will be a while before I get more wildlife photos.

23 January 2012

22 January 2012

Thinking about the TED Imperatives

Seth Godin posted these imper­a­tives, as related to the won­der­ful TED con­fer­ences:

  1. Be inter­ested.
  2. Be gen­er­ous.
  3. Be inter­est­ing.
  4. Connect.

I’ve been think­ing about these imper­a­tives a lot for the last few days.  I some­times seek a guid­ing prin­ci­ple for my life.  Maybe that’s some­thing us non­re­li­gious peo­ple do–I don’t have a spir­i­tual belief to guide me in my deci­sions and path in life– just a deep-​​seated per­sonal moral­ity that isn’t much more com­plex than the Golden Rule.  Do no harm.  Do things to lessen mis­ery for everyone.

It’s not the eth­i­cal things that trip me up.  I’m more uncer­tain about things like pur­pose and role in life.  And in that regard(-ish), the TED imper­a­tives seem like a good guid­ing prin­ci­ple for a while, at least. I feel like I’ve man­aged to do enough to secure myself this year that I can start being more gen­er­ous and inter­ested.  And per­haps the other things will flow from that. They just feel… right at the moment.  Especially in regards to Godin’s sug­ges­tion that they are “valid guide­lines for any time you choose to stop hid­ing and step out into the world.”  I keep step­ping fur­ther and fur­ther out into the world lately.  I felt like the last cou­ple of years have been about rebuild­ing my life at the foun­da­tions. Now it’s time to start adding new ele­ments, con­nect­ing what I do and have done to oth­ers.  I’m less fear­ful of what oth­ers think of me and my inter­ests now.  And I’m deeply curi­ous about the things oth­ers are mak­ing, doing, and how they see the world.

What do you think of the TED imper­a­tives?  I’ve re-​​enabled com­ments on the site.  They may not be pretty, but they should be func­tional.  As always, this site is a work in progress.  If you’re fol­low­ing by RSS, you’re def­i­nitely aware of that.  I really need to rework the RSS feed to prop­erly include the pho­tos and link URLs.  Sorry for the dust, folks.

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PotD: Roz

Our cat, Rosencrantz.  Weather’s crappy and I’m a lit­tle under the weather, so it was time to break out the backup model.

21 January 2012

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PotD: Thadd becomes Chopiak

I’ve spent part of the last month plan­ning and orches­trat­ing a short video series to mar­ket a client’s book.  This is a can­did photo I snapped of one of the actors, Thadd Krueger, get­ting into cos­tume for a cap­tured Russian sol­dier, Lt. Chopiak.  I can’t wait to share the final prod­uct with the world. I was immensely pleased with the work every­one did.

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Stop Giving Out This Advice to New Writers

I think this post by Nick Mamatas has con­vinced me that giv­ing advice to writ­ers is just too risky and I’m not going to do it any­more.  I’ll talk about what works for me, but never in the con­text of “you should do this.”  Everyone has to find their own way with words.   After all, one of the many dead ends I went down as a writer was try­ing to write like X Famous Author, instead of write like myself. Which is not to say that emu­lat­ing Y Famous Author won’t work for you.

I really want to make some time to write some sto­ries this year…