Using my skills for fun and profit

My friends call me the most wired person they know. I’ve had an email address for longer than anyone they know. I’m always on top of the latest memes and tools on the internets. I’ve got RSS feeds, automated searches, and email lists that keep me updated on what my friends are doing, what’s happening around town, the latest political news. I use SMS/texting as a tool, and as my primary means of communication with friends who aren’t right there in front of me.

The majority of my past girlfriends were met through online dating; my love, Lindsey, and I met through Twitter, as a matter of fact.

I can google like no one’s business; it takes me minutes, at most, to find relevant results to any search. When those random questions come up in conversation, like “Who won the World Series in 1983?” or “What’s the population of Mexico City, anyway?”, my friends turn to me, no matter where we are, and expect me to look it up on my ever-present iPhone.

I’ve spent years building up this… skill set? Is that what it is? To me, it feels like breathing; it’s just what I do. Computers and networks of information have been a part of my life for so long that I can’t really imagine what my life would be like if it all went away. That’s probably a bad thing, to be so dependent on it, right? And since you’re reading this, I imagine that your life, too, is much the same way, to some degree or other.

But you realize that not everyone gets this, right? I’ve come to the realization that this is indeed, a skill set, and some people have it, and some people don’t.

But what am I really using it all for? Fun, entertainment, and random questions here and there. Fun and games.

So this raises two different lines of thought for me:

  1. Can I, y’know, get paid for this? Are there people out there who need this done, either on an ad hoc basis or on an ongoing basis, and are willing to pay for it? Even if the pay isn’t that much, it would supplement my current income and give me some satisfaction in doing something well.

    Sadly, one answer comes back immediately: yes, there are people who get paid for things like this. They’re called marketers, or “social media experts”, or various other phrases that, in many people’s minds, translate into “spammers”, even though what I’m talking about is research and analysis and data-collecting, not sending out information.

    I’m thinking along the lines of “online researcher” or “finder of online things”. Or even “online private investigator”, although that gets into privacy and ethical issues that I find I’m less and less comfortable with.

  2. The other idea I had was to consider the areas of my life where I am not currently using these skills, but which could benefit from their application. The primary one that leapt to mind was writing. I would love to get paid to write. Short articles, short fiction or novels, instructions and how-tos, all sorts and types of writing.

    I can use these skills in finding information on how to approach writing markets, to finding and becoming part of writers’ markets online, finding out about job opportunities, ways and means to polish my writing and to share all this information with others.

    Now that that thought has occurred to me, I’m surprised that I am not already doing it.

Consider this post my first step in this direction. Yes, there are things I can begin doing to help me, but there’s also the idea that I need to put myself out there. By writing this post, I am hopefully attracting some attention to my desire; perhaps someone else’s search will turn up this post – though I admit that the chances of that are low. I have not written this post for “search engine optimization”; it’s just my random thoughts barely organized at all. I haven’t included “keywords” in my headers and tags. I’m just a guy spilling my brain out onto the internet.

But that’s my strength, too. I’m not going to charge an arm and a leg for something that seems so simple to me, and if there’s some way my skills match a problem you’re having and you can’t solve it, just let me know. I’ll probably do it for free or cheap at first, as a way to figure out the shape and scope of the work, the ins and outs.

Should be interesting…

A night in

I had not seen her all week, though we had been in touch via instant messaging, texting, and email. She had been busy, I had been busy. It happens, and it is a normal thing with two people dating.

And so we planned a simple night of watching videos on my giant TV1, a simple cheap night together.

And I missed her.

Then I started to get a cold sore.

I know it’s irrational, but even though the majority of the population has the virus and gets outbreaks from time to time, when I get an outbreak… I feel bad. Like I’ve been marked out. Dirty. I know, I know! It’s inaccurate, but I feel it all the same.

I warned her before she came over, and she teased me a bit for taking it so seriously, and she reassured me that she still loved me no matter what.

And then she showed up on my doorstep with flowers.

She brought me flowers. She. Brought me… flowers.

We did not kiss all night, but we did not lack for showing each other simple affection. Holding hands, looks, words, the act of spending time together. It was wonderful.

No one has ever brought me flowers before.


1 My 32″ Sony non-HD CRT TV seems so much larger than her 15″ non-HD CRT TV. We both love tech, but so far it hasn’t extended to our television sets. Ask us about our laptops or smart phones, though…

Running news and upcoming first half-marathon

I got up early this morning (pre-5:00 AM) so that I could go for a run. That may sound crazy to non-runners, but listen; it’s going to be very hot today, and the pre-dawn hours that most people use for things like sleeping are also the coolest part of the day, and so make great hours in which to run.

I did my 5+ mile loop, with the intention of warming up for the first mile, slowly, then attempting 3 consecutive 9:00 miles, a training exercise that runners (and perhaps other endurance athletes) call a “tempo” run. I achieved my goal for only the first mile; the second tempo mile took me 9:38, and I was wrecked after that and ran/walked my way to 11:30-12:00 miles for the rest of the loop. My overall time was 58:22, for about an average 10:47 pace.

This weekend I’m going to attempt another 11 mile run, and then I begin a two-week taper until attempting my very first half marathon, the Helvetia Half Marathon, on Saturday 13 June 2009. I’ve heard it’s hilly, but not as hilly as the 12K Lake Run I did earlier this month.

That’s what I hear, anyway.

Anyone who is going to be attending the half-marathon, feel free to let me know or leave a comment in this thread. And if you want to come drink beer and cheer me on, the race starts and finishes at Hillsboro Stadium, and goes past the Helvetia Tavern (I believe, according to the map .PDF file, around mile 3.8). Should be a good time for people not running their first half-marathon.

Things I wish I had more of

Presented in no particular order.

  • Money. Duh.
  • Free time. (Obviously I’d need more of the previous item, too)
  • Pictures of me with my friends through the years.
  • Miles run this year (according to my records, I’ve run 289.93 miles this year so far).
  • Megabytes.
  • Gigahertz.
  • Megabits per second.
  • Giggajiggas (only Ken will “get” this).
  • Diplomacy.
  • Books read.
  • Antihistamines, or whatever it is that I’m lacking that makes me allergic to things, like pollen or cats.
  • Buttons.
  • Fucos
  • Memory of amazing conversations that I could turn into blog posts, because obviously I am out of ideas lately.

Feel free to add your own in the comments.

Mysteries

Three day weekend is gone. Let us not remind each other of the glory that was the Memorial Day weekend, shall we?

That means not telling you about my going to a barbecue in West Linn with Tracy and Gina, spending time with Lindsey, or my running hill repeats in the warm weather, or of Lindsey and I going to Manzana for dinner, or of how the gift certificate we had for Manzana, which could have been $15, $25 or even $40, was in fact only $15, or of Lindsey and I watching the series finale to Battlestar Galactica and starting Season 1 of the series Mad Men.

Yes, I shall tell you none of that.

Instead I’ll just tell you of the delicious apple fritter I had for breakfast, and of the silly goings-on at work, and how I’m wearing shorts today because it’s supposed to be warm.

You’ll wonder why I’m having left-over baby back ribs for lunch, because, see, I didn’t tell you I went to Manzana for dinner last night! See? See how clever I am? I’m crafting mysteries here for you to ponder.

How was your weekend?

Thoughts after a third viewing of “Star Trek”

[Note: Spoilers for “Star Trek” follow]

  1. I have a huge totally straight man-crush on Karl Urban’s Dr. McCoy. Still.
  2. Not only do the giant water tanks and transparent (transparent aluminum?) water tubes seem a bit incongruous on the new Enterprise, I think whoever designed and routed them needs some instruction in simplicity and efficiency. Was there some need, other than to make an entertaining action set-piece, for the tubes to run every which direction before terminating in a giant potentially-Scotty-killing turbine?
  3. Getting a promotion in Starfleet seems super easy! Here are two possibilities:

    • Get recruited after losing a bar fight, cheat on your final exam, sneak onto a starship during a military engagement (twice), and get the acting captain (a Vulcan (OK, technically a half-Vulcan) to completely lose his shit and resign his commission. That gets you to Captain.
    • Abandon your ship to fly into a trap, get captured, tortured, and give up the defenses for Earth. That gets you all the way to Admiral!

  4. On the other hand, defending your homeworld (unsuccessfully), shooting malcontent stowaways into space, giving out crew assignments on the basis of sexual favors, destroying random bridge consoles in fits of rage, and advocating against peaceful diplomacy and mercy – all that will only get you busted back to the second-most important position on a Starfleet vessel, while retaining your rank and commission.
  5. Given Scotty’s propensity to test his crazy transporter theories on animals, perhaps he was using the tribble as a quickly reproducing test subject? Just feed it and you’ve got plenty of lifeforms to beam around!
  6. Still love the casualness of the bad guy. “Hi, Christopher. I’m Nero.”
  7. Are we sure this isn’t the mirror universe? I will not be surprised if Zachary Quinto grows a goatee for the sequel. Not surprised and at least a bit delighted.

Friday

I’ve got a couple of blog posts in the works, but for some reason I ran out of writing juice, so I’m going to put up this place-holder post just to show that I’m not lying in a ditch somewhere.

Wait, I have an iPhone, so even if I was lying in a ditch, I could probably still post to my blog. Damn, that’s no excuse.

Wait – what if it was a ditch in the middle of the desert?? Not much cell reception out there, huh? Huh? What then?

Argument does not follow

Him: I want to make a Hackintosh, so I’ll need to copy those disks.

Me: Why not just buy a Mac and get all the support without all the work?

Him: I don’t have $3400!

Me: Then buy a Mac mini. They start at $599.

Him: But I need some horsepower!

Bystander: That sounds like the testosterone talking.

So much bicycling

Last week I biked to, and from, work from home twice. Then, on Sunday, I rode my bike downtown (and then put my bike on the #54 bus and rode it over to my girlfriend’s house).

Monday morning, I rode my bike to and from work, again. And this morning, I rode it to work.

I’m just sayin’, I’m doing a lot of bicycling lately. I’ll be riding my bike to and from work again the next couple of days. Mainly because I have to be at work by 5 AM and there are no buses at that hour of the day.

I feel so Portland-esque. But I’m not wearing any Lycra™, I swear.

Sorry for the lack of post yesterday. I didn’t have much to say, I guess.

What have you been up to?

Attention

Given the following:

[googlemaps http://maps.google.com/maps/sv?cbp=12,242.56,,0,2.26&cbll=45.481579,-122.707746&v=1&panoid=&gl=&hl=en&w=425&h=240]

I arrive at the bus stop at SW Beaverton-Hillsdale Highway and 30th Ave. The shelter is on a blind corner, basically. I check the satellite-updated constantly-refreshed magic transit website on my iPhone and find that the bus is due in 15 minutes. I’m tired, so I sit in the shelter, knowing that if I’m still sitting down when the bus shows up, I might miss it if the driver isn’t careful, or if the driver doesn’t have to stop for the traffic light.

Several minutes early, the bus rolls by while I’m killing time by surfing on my iPhone. I hear it, I look up, and I see the bus driver make eye contact with me, signal to pull over, and slow to a stop.

I grab my bag and run for the bus. I hop on, grateful the driver saw me in time. I fish out my pass and thank the driver for stopping…

And the driver launches into a lecture. “You should be standing out and looking for the bus. I can’t see you on that corner if you’re standing the shelter.”

I cut him off, suddenly irritated. “Uh-huh.. Thank you” I say, loudly, and take my seat.

I’d say the simple conclusion is:

  • The driver was early, almost inattentive, but definitely pedantic.
  • I was verbally grateful but also snarky.
  • But TriMet was definitely wrong to place the shelter on a blind corner. What’s the point of having shelters if bus drivers can’t see riders when they’re inside them?