The bad news is, the supervisor that hired me is leaving to go to wayfair (who didn’t let me past the phone screen! silly people!). Obviously, no hard feelings, but I do feel like he was sort of my patron with onboarding at Akamai…so now I’m going to have to do that much better to make whoever my new supervisor is love me and make me permanent. :-)

The rest is all good news.
They had 11 new hires the day I got there, which is abnormally high. However, from the sounds of my contractor boss, that’s about the pace they’re intending to keep for the near future. That’s a lot of new hires. They’re growing. We’re growing? I’m developing loyalty to my employer, that’s a new feeling. :-)

I got there, and one of the first things I noticed was that one of my coworkers had a standing desk. I was thrilled. I asked how I could get one. Heh. Turns out, all the new furniture is standing desks. They’re the steelcase airtouch, and they’re pretty wonderful. The only problem is they don’t go quite high enough for me, but that’s no big deal. I’ve been spending about 1/2 to 3/4′s of my day standing. It feels great.

Documentation: I knew this was the case with “real world” companies versus the air force, but man is it nice to work with people for whom living documentation is the default, not some strange idea that only the kids want. The wiki is well maintained, well organized, and hosts reams of relevant, timely information. Is it perfect? Of course not! Are there dead ends and conflicting, redundant pages? Of course! But it is pretty much infinitely better than any documentation I ever used while working for the air force. Also, every shop (group, “network” in the akamai parlance) has a pretty damn good newcomers page that sets out what us new people should try and learn in the first couple of weeks, what paperwork needs to be done, what accounts need to be gotten and HOW TO DO THIS ALL. Again, it’s not perfect, but it’s very good. And, given that it’s a wiki, you can improve it as you go! I’ve made about 5 updates to the wiki to clarify things or remove outdated information. See? I’m useful already. ;-)

Windows: This isn’t really akamai specific, but damn it’s nice to work in a building with windows no matter where you go. Ahhhhhh…..

I’ve been intending to bike to work. Tomorrow will be day one of that effort. Wish me luck! :-)

Everything about this job seems right.  I’m just risk adverse enough to sit here with my coffee and hope that I shouldn’t have been more careful with my wishing. :-)

The presenters opinion was that any user, essentially, should be given stock. I think this is going to far.

What I had in mind was power users: think gardeners on wikipedia, how power users on digg or , user/moderators on *overflow…the people who spend significant amounts of time on your website, generate significant content and draw to your website or company. I think if “stockholder” was one of the rewards of a website that already had good draw, you could have a very powerful model indeed. Plus, by the time that any user reaches the point they start earning stock for the corporation, they’ve already made significant investments in that most important, most limited currency that a user has: time. And, with a proper reward/acheivement model, it could also ensure that the only contributers who earn stock are the ones having a positive effect on your company.

For the right type of company, I do think that this could be a very powerful model. Obviously, you would want to have a certain classification of stock, and you wouldn’t want this to be a direct democracy. It would be a representative democracy. But this in many ways makes much more sense to me than stockholders as we currently see it. I’d like to see someone try it.

While we were watching the bands play, a bunch of people starting running by us, participating in an urban-dare event. One of the first pairs of people to run by us identified us as a couple, and asked us to recreate a famous kiss. We obliged, naturally. But then, more of them started coming by, because they were taking pictures of a statue in the area as part of their scavenger hunt. So we started kissing in front of them, to see how many of them we could catch.

By the end of the day, we’d “caught” eight teams. I REALLY wish I could’ve been there when the judges were evaluating that particular item on the scavenger hunt. :-D

I’m trying to work on something right now, so I will not expound on the long and growing list of offenses that the governments within mass have committed, but will restrict my comments to their latest (and greatest) offense.

Long story short, they have decided to “audit” my 2008 income tax return, when I moved to Massachusetts in July. They have just sent me a notice telling me that I owe them income tax for all the money that I made while living in Illinois during that period. That’s right…I was living in Illinois, with no intention until the last moment to move to massachusetts, but they think I owe them money for the six months that I was an Illinois state resident.

Then, my options for correcting this error (and if this is not an error, I am going to sue) are to call their call center, which has the amazingly convenient hours of 1000 to 1300, and 1330 to 1600, Monday through Friday. And I guarantee that if this is the standard of their auditors, that call center is going to be EXTREMELY busy. So, I can tell you how much I’m looking forward to THAT hold time.

Once again, Massachusetts, I love living here…but fuck you.

Heh….This apparently partially uploaded a few months ago. Yeah. April. Which is practically the last time I blogged. Ooops.

What is so appealing to me about Mr. Harris’ treatment of these weighty matters is his approach. He does not approach them as opinions of equal value, as most writers do. Much of the reading that I have done as pertains to matters of religion take a conciliatory tone that so waters down the argument as to make it incomprehensible and useless. Mr. Harris’ approach is that of a peer review. He takes each argument presented, weighs it, and casts judgment upon it. He is no kinder to the religious than he would be to a peer who had used bad methodology in a study.

The Moral Landscape is not intended to be a book specifically disagreeing with religious tenants. It cannot avoid doing so, however, because it addresses one of the last bastions of religious unassailableness: morals. We have all, throughout our lives, been treated to the old canard that morals are explicitly and solely the grounds of the theologian. Some enlightened folks would go so far as to grant the applicability of philosophy to morals, but it is a realm that even most scientists will avoid, having been raised to believe that moral values are too “human” to be questioned or answered by the process of science.

Mr. Harris eviscerates that theory. He takes every approach that I have ever heard to making that argument, blows away the supports, and washes out the conclusion with a clear, refreshing stream of logic and knowledge.

I won’t go into much detail, I’ve only read the book once and I have not thought enough about the arguments to make them as my own. You (and I use this “you” in the most personal sense for every person that reads this blog post) need to read the boo yourself. Many, perhaps most, will disagree with much that Mr. Harris has to say. But if you care about the value of human discourse in improving our lives, in hearing new ideas and judging them, this book is an essential read. The ideas here-in are NEW. You’ll find no canned old argument, based on some thousand year old premise here.

Our guiding morals and the way that we reach them, in groups, countries, or as humans, have a definitive and constant impact on our daily lives. These are important, and IMMEDIATELY so. Mr. Harris shows us how we can get away from debilitating circular discussions of relative morals and find a moral structure that fits all of us, all of humanity, and carries us forward into ever improving lives. He shows us how we can make moral choices and be able to EVALUATE them for their efficacy in improving the world around us. He argues convincingly that there are moral facts in this world and that science, not religion or guessing or ancient superstition, is the best process to discover the best way to live our lives.

So. I recommend you read it. Who wants to borrow it first?

So, the night before as I was coming down on the train, I was following the twitter hash tag for the rally. There were tons of posts going up, and a lot of them were talking about how many people were going to be coming. Then there was facebook; 250k people had responded that they planned on attending. Now, it’s easy to discount a facebook RSVP, especially if you’re older and believe in the flightiness of the net generation. However, I think there is an earnestness to the facebook RSVP that a lot of people miss. It doesn’t mean that you WILL attend the event, but it does mean that you’re going to make a real good-faith effort to make it. Especially for something of this magnitude. This was gonna be huge, and people knew it, and they wanted to be a part of it.

The upshot of all this is that Elly and I were discussing what time to get moving in the morning. She had looked up how long the metro trip and the drive would take in the morning, and then estimated an h-hour from that. I was encouraging we leave earlier. We split the difference, which I wasn’t upset about at all since I’m still not a morning person. We could basically not have left any later and still made the rally. It was that close.

We got up, got moving, I left my camera behind on elly’s floor (mother fucker! I am SO pissed about that. Still.), stopped to eat breakfast at a dunkin’, the got on the road. I realized I forgot my camera about 10 minutes down the road. Elly offered to stop and turn around, but I said we should just press. And thank FSM I did, because an incredible site greeted us as we pulled into the metro station: a line that stretched a full 400 meters, 3-4 people wide, from the gates of the metro station. A line that was growing at about 10-20 meters a minute, even as the front of the line made reasonable progress into the station. I had known the event was going to be big, but this was really the first real indication of how big it was going to be.

We jumped out of the car and joined the line. It was already 50 or more meters longer than when we pulled up. An aging hip hippy came up behind us carrying a two sided sign. One side can be paraphrased as “repeating something 100 times does not make it true”. We had several good conversations, and he and I agreed that the toughest part of the whole thing was coming up with a sign that qualified for Jon Stewart’s version of reasonableness – a topic to which I’ll return.

After about 35 or 40 minutes, we boarded a train that packed itself to the gills, and the station we were at was the very first stop. I took my natural but recently discovered Bostonian assertiveness and managed to snag a couple of seats for us, which proved to be a worthwhile endeavor. More than half of the stations we passed from our origin to our destination were lined with people four, five, six deep. And the trains had filled right from their instantiation. Every now and again we saw people who clearly were just trying to go out about their business, who had no warning that there would be a gigantic event disrupting their lives by stealing away their transportation. I felt bad for them, but was excited and inspired by the sheer number of people headed in the general direction of the rally. Elly started txting her friend Ben, who had been intending on getting up around 10 and wandering down towards the rally to warn him not to bother. It was too late.

When got off the train, we had a slow walk as a single escalator tried to handle the gigantic crowd, further slowed by exit turnstiles that were non-operational, funneling half the crowd, including some folks in wheel-chairs, through a single exit lane that was NOT wide enough for the chairs. I think DC was a little surprised by the size of the event.

We walked down 7th to the tail end of the crowd, and joined the lines for the port-o-johns, which proved to be about a 30 or 40 minute endeavor. After, we joined the surging crowd, trying to get to a point where we could at least see a jumbo tron and hear the speakers. We threaded human needle after human needle before finally reaching a vantage point sufficiently within the audio-visual cone of the nearest jumbotron to catch most everything that was said.

The roots came on. They were entertaining for awhile. Eddie Izzard did NOT perform, which made me sad. The roots were good, but they lasted WAY too long. Next the Mythbusters came out, which was fun, although again, lasted a little too long. It was crazy, standing there and waiting in the crowd, how long the wave took to reach us given how little time it stayed around us. The male/female waves were silly. Elly made the pertinent and appropriate joke about how yes, everyone knows that men take less time than women. The bi-directional wave was pretty cool, especially since we were directly in the middle. I actually thought that the waves had canceled each other out, even though on the stage they were saying that they actually managed to cross. Still don’t know if I believe that, but maybe they fizzled and then reignited. I know I only raised my hands once for two waves. (Well, not entirely true, there were a couple of little bubble waves, but I don’t think they were the entire thing. ) I wondered what would’ve happened on the seismograph if we’d've actually set up a harmonic interval for the jumping. I think that would’ve been more fun and more worthwhile.

Some of the comedy skits were a bit lame, some were pretty good. Then the kid rock/sheryl crow duo came on.

First of all, let me just mention up front my feelings about Kid Rock up front. I don’t want this to be the primy focus of this section, so I’ll just say it gently as I’m able. Kid Rock sucks. He’s an idiot with no talent, and while his heart is apparently in the right place, his intellect is about as sharp as a a well sanded, round pointed stick. With padding. His song was all about really shitty false equivilance.

And I guess, in my rambling way, this is what is going to bring us to my biggest complaint about Stewart’s attempts to bring some semblance of sanity and reason back into the national conscious and conversation. False Equivilance. Stewart, as so many other self-proclaimed “moderates” do, always equate the left and the right. And it kills me every time. Somehow, even in the minds of the most rational, apolitical people, wanting to impeach Bush for all the constitution busting illegal things he did that killed people, and tortured people, and stole so fundamentally from our constitution and traditions is equivalent to wanting to impeach Clinton for a blow job. Somehow John Edwards and Elliot Spitzer, by themselves, are the functional equivalent to Vitter, Sanford, Craig, lesbian strip clubs, Ensign, Haggerdy, and the unbelievable hypocrisy of the republicans. Somehow ignoble and ineffective has-beens like James Carville are the equivilant of Glenn Beck. Somehow NPR is the “liberal” equivalent of Fox News. I cannot even begin to understand how anyone, let alone people who are very connected and intelligent can equate things like this. Stewarts montage showing Ed from the Ed show juxtaposed against Beck just rends my heart, because these things are not the same. Rational and logical, but passioned arguments from facts are simply not the same thing as making shit up and crying about it like Beck does. And deep down, it’s clear that Stewart knows this, which is why he spends so much more time mocking the much more deserving of mocking wingnuts. But he keeps trying to maintain this “fair and balanced” image among those who don’t pay attention, and in the end he ends up damaging the argument for rational discourse that he is the only major media figure making.

Then there was some other stuff, then Jon and Stephen had a debate under the auspicious title of “Formidable Opponent”, which is kind of a big deal, because Colbert has never allowed anyone but himself to be the Formidable Opponent. Something else about this. I feel like Colbert put a lot more on the line with this show than Stewart did. I don’t think he’ll suffer any negative effects from it, but the format and script for this is, essentially, that Colbert’s character, Stephen Colbert, lost. And admitted he lost. And for a character imitating the right wing nut jobs who don’t even know what self-reflection means, let alone have an ability to engage in it, that essentially means he broke character. Which is something he’s never done in a public setting, to my knowledge. I hope it was worth it.

Finally, we got Jon’s closing remarks. And this is the part that I really agree with, and it’s the part that I went for. Jon’s castigation was not for the American people, and it was only sort of for “the politicians”. It was very much for the media.

It was also, however, for the republicans. Even though, in his quest for equivalence, Jon would probably say that it was for all politicians, Democrats have bent over backwards, time and again, to their own detriment and flaw, to try and work with Republicans, and the republicans simply don’t give a fuck. They just refuse to do any work. They want everything broken, because that’s their only path to power. They know that no one likes them and no one ever votes FOR them. But they also know that by making democrats ineffective, they’ll get votes anyway. So here’s how “work” happens with republicans in congress, distilled down to the bare bones.

Democrats: “We need something. Let’s put 100 into it.”
Republicans: “The free market will handle it, and we need lower taxes, and you’re ugly. 0″
Democrats: “The free market needs a hand, and no one likes taxes, and we are ugly, so how about 50?”
Republicans: “You look like curious george, and my mistress needs a new diamond ring, so 0″.
Democrats: “That hooker of yours looks so good with that ring, your wife doesn’t even mind. And it’s ok you just made a racist comment, that’s just how you are. How about 15?”
Republicans: “We’ll come to 5 for you baby killers.”
Democrats: “Ok, 5 it is”

Vote happens.

Democrats: “It’s not perfect, but at least we’re doing something! 5 is better than nothing!”
Republicans: “No, we wont’ for this. It sucks, we won’t with baby killers, and 5 is too small to do any good anyway”
Democrats: “WTF? you said you’d vote for it”
Republicans: “And you suckers believe me every time. You think I want this government shit to WORK? Hell no, I told you. I don’t want government to work. I want to kill it. The more ineffective I can make it, the more it proves that it’s ineffective”

And on and on, over and over again. And this is a major point that stewart makes. The rest of us sit down and get our shit done and make our jobs work even when we disagree with the people we work with, even when we could barely have a civil meal with them. But we have to get stuff done, and so we do. They don’t. And it’s hurting all of us, so badly. And then the media comes behind them and plays games and tries to make this look like the natural outcropping of what the rest of us are…but it isn’t. We do our work. We get shit done. The politicians are not us. They are a funhouse mirror reflection, and the media is the funhouse mirror, made by a bunch of evil clowns.

So what good will all of this do? What mass effect will this have?

Probably nothing. I don’t see any road by which this national revelation leads to sanity in the media or sanity in the republican electors. But it was nice to see such a huge demonstration.

What gets me is the gigantic failure of the free market. It is so damn clear that the people of this nation desire a news media organization that works on the same values of truth and fact that Jon Stewart does. And yet he remains the only tv personality with a national audience that actually consistently delivers. Ok, maybe not the ONLY one. Rachel Maddow does pretty well.

So for now, I’m burnt out on this. I might come back and add more later. One final note, for anyone that sees this on facebook: Please, if you get this far, click over to the blog before you comment. It’s not as immediate, but if there are reactions to this post, I’d rather they be captured under MY control on MY blog than on facebook. Thanks!

UPDATE 1: Oh yeah, I also wanted to comment on the relative sizes of the crowds. 215000 people is not just twice as many people as 87000. When you consider the effect of people on the facilities available, 215000 is a couple orders of magnitude more than 87000. DC facilities were stressed, as I understand it, by the Beck rally. They were completely overwhelmed by the Rally to Restore Sanity. There are A LOT of people who didn’t make it to the Rally itself because there was simply no more room, no more transport, and no more way for them to listen. Beck’s rally was as big as it was going to be. Stewart’s is much bigger than it was.

However, she had bought some peaches whilst in west/central mass this weekend, and had ALSO tasted some grilled peaches at the wonderful, wonderful restaurant, Hope and Olive.

So, she suggested we try grilling the peaches.

Says I, “Ok. So how do we do it?”
And she replies, “I dunno. Put them on the grill and do your grill thing”
Me: “oh. Ok. Well, maybe we just eat peaches.”

…time passes, and we eat tacos…

Me: “I suppose we could try them. Just grill them?”
Jess: “Well, I was thinking a sauce would be good…”
Me: “Such as…?”
Jess: “Well, I didn’t grab the brandy…”
Me: “Honey might be good?”
Jess: “Yeah, that could work…”

… more time..

Me: “We do have Maker’s Mark.”
Jess: “Which is?”
Me: “Bourbon.”
Jess, face lighting up: “Oh, yeah, that could work. So, I guess we throw them on the grill, and then honey and bourbon for a sauce. They had ricotta cheese at Hope and Olive. I’ve got vanilla yogurt…”
Me, starting to get excited: “Ooo, yeah that sounds really really good.”

So after the tacos, we started. We sliced the peaches in half and pitted them, and I went out and put them on the grill over medium low heat. Meanwhile, Jessica snatched up a sauce pan and began to simmer the bourban and honey, stirring all the while.

I came back into chat, and looked into the sauce, and suggested a little bit more honey, which we added. Jess came out, looked at the peaches, and told me they needed more time. I went back in, and noticed steam rising from the sauce. I suggested we be cautious, lest we boil off all the alcohol.

All told, we grilled and simmered for about 10 minutes. Give or take. I went back out to take the peaches off the grill, and Jess broke out the yogurt. Each half peach, just lightly charred, with glorious runnels where the grill grate had been, got a generous dollop of yogurt, and then the sauce was spooned out over each one.

Then we dug in. Our eyes grew wide, and I was the first to swallow my delicious morsel and speak.

Me: “HOLY CRAP WIN!” I am nothing if not eloquent when good food is involved.
Jess: “MMMMMMmmmmm!”

So yes, these were a gigantic win. Amazing.

I actually took pictures as Jess was putting the sauce on, but I managed to delete them in my infinite wisdom. (Unix side note: when using the “date” command to insert the date when moving files, do NOT forget to put a space between date and the format string, even if it line wraps. Forgetting will actually result in losing the files you were trying to move. This could be disastrous if the files are more important than pictures of delicious peaches.)

Pseudo-recipe:

4 peaches, halved and pitted
Greek vanilla yogurt. Use the real good stuff.
About 1/4-1/3 cup bourbon
Less than 1/4 cup honey. a few tablespoons.

Grill the peaches pit side down over medium low heat. Combine the honey and bourbon in a saucepan and simmer over low heat. Do both of these, simultaneously, for about 10 minutes, or until just right. Remove the peaches, pit side up, on a plate. Put a dollop of yogurt in each pit, then douse the lot with the sauce. Consume ravenously.

Ideas for variations:
Use rum instead of bourbon.
Use any other variation on creamy substance. Creme Fraiche would probably be amazing.
Hit the peaches with butter before grilling. Should give it a pie-esqueian flavor.

Sorry for the no pictures. I’ll be kicking myself for awhile.