Steve Jobs: Pioneer of the Creative Process

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Steve Jobs envisioned a world where anyone could have access to tools to fully realize their creativity. Being an artist, being creative, shouldn’t be some specialized profession requiring expensive sensitive equipment. (All things relative of course. While a computer is still expensive, music mixing equipment, for instance, is much much more.)  So as my personal homage to Steve, here are Ten Things that Steve Jobs Has Provided Me to Help Me Be a Fully Creative Person.

1. The Personal Computer. So many things we take for granted in our computing life came from Apple under Steve Jobs. While Apple didn’t make the first personal computer, they were the first to make them useable by non-engineers and non-programmers. Things like icons and menus began under Apple. Before the mouse, people entered text into a command line to navigate…well there was nothing to navigate. The color screen? Apple. Listening to sound and inputing sound? Peripherals that plugged and played? That was Apple too. If you’re not a native English speaker, Apple was the first to support languages other than English. Continue reading

What’s in My Bag? A Ten Year Retrospective

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As I hit the big 4-0, I got to thinking about how my life had changed since the slightly less big 3-0.

I could approach this geographically. Ten years ago, the extent of my adult international experience was limited to a couple skirmishes over the border into Canada. Since then, I’ve lived on an island at one end of the Eurasian landmass and moved to another island on the other end.

I’ve also visited a dozen other countries in between. Miraculously, even with all that flying, I still haven’t used up the carbon karma that I’ve accumulated. (I’ve planted a LOT of trees in my time.) At least according to my calculations.

I could also catalog the physical changes of my body (from Olympian to a bad back), recount my reverse midlife crisis (bohemian performing artist to academic), regale you with my wardrobe evolution (tank tops and hiking boots to neckties and dress shoes), muse over my transportation choices (mountain bike to car to subway back to bicycle), or even list my gastronomic inclinations (organic bulk whole grains to convenience store rice balls).

But really the best way to encapsulate the labyrinthine trek from 30 to 40 is to list all the baggage I carried around with me through the years. And I mean this literally.

What was in my bag over the last decade? And what’s in my bag now? Continue reading

Unpeeling the Apple

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I’ve been using an Apple computer for about 25 years. Macs and I go back a long, long way. This past weekend, I bought my 4th Mac. So allow me to wax nostalgic on my long marriage to this line of tasty fruit.

Though my family couldn’t afford one in the 80’s, I still got to use them at school. Actually, very few people had computers then. Back then, Apple was the preferred computer in education, and the computer rooms were lined with them.

Macs through the years

It’s hard to imagine how we managed to publish the high school newspaper using these machines. The hard drive memory of the Mackintosh 128k could easily be filled with one of today’s tiny thumbnail photos. A stack of floppy discs wouldn’t even be able to store one Youtube clip.  It makes me smile to look at this clunky, green screened creature.

The first Mac that I owned was a Performa. These desktops were produced during a dark period of Apple history, when Steve Jobs was ousted from Apple’s board. The design was kind of boring, though better than whatever was offered by other brands, and Microsoft was pretty good at copying Apple’s operating system.

Macs through the years

The processor on the Performa hadn’t even hit a 100MHz. Now you can get a computer that hums past 3GHz, which as I understand it is about a bazillion times faster. I remember the debate, when purchasing the Performa, was whether to get it with 8 megabytes of RAM or splurge for the 16 megs. That’s just laughable now, eclipsed by machines with gigabytes of memory.

Macs through the years

My second Mac was the elegant, muscular (at the time) Powerbook. I loved this laptop. It was serious and sturdy. I still have it and it still works except for the loose power casing, where the power cord plugs in. I’d have gotten the casing replaced except for the fact that by the time I finished my Masters with it, the laptop was hopelessly outdated with a hard drive memory of 2 gigs. That wouldn’t even be enough for a movie.  Plus the repair costs were more than the worth of the whole thing.

The iBook was my third Mac. When it died in February, I wanted to replace the hard disc drive and get a few more years out of it. I had a grand time performing brain surgery on T’s old iBook before passing it on to a friend, and was gratified to keep one laptop out of the landfill. Even if it took me 4 hours dismantling it.

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But the compatible hard disc drive was not available in Japan. I scoured all the big box electronics stores and wandered around Japanese web sites trying to find one.

So I waited all summer for the newest Apple operating system to be released to buy a new Mac. And it was worth the wait.

Like every Apple product, even the box it came in was beautiful. I noticed that all the Styrofoam of previous packages was eliminated in line with Apple’s attempts at reducing its environmental footprint. This is great to be sure, but it’s dwarfed by the impact of producing a computer, and later disposing of it.

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I’m more than a little troubled by this. And I don’t know what to say about it. I’m too enmeshed in feeling like I need a laptop to function. So I’ve tried to use them until their last gasps. On the other hand, after my iBook broke down earlier this year, I found that after a short period of panicked withdrawal, I was enjoying being offline. Until concerned friends and family were worried that they hadn’t heard from me and other obligations forced me to use T’s MacBook.

It’s good to know that when civilization collapses, I’ll be okay. In the meantime, I’ll keep this Mac for as long as I can.

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Unplugged

On the Hammock

I haven’t written any blog posts in over a month. I don’t know where I misplaced May. I think I put it out in the back yard and forgot about it. But now that it’s sprouted into a nice sunny June, I’m reminded to tend to my word garden, my little blog.

My main excuse for not posting is that T’s laptop died. My own laptop had suffered a slow death in February when my back crapped out. After so many hours on the computer, I guess my body had created a cybernetic link to my iBook.

And then I worked T’s Macbook until it too couldn’t take it anymore. Fortunately, replacing the hard disc drive of a Macbook is infinitely simpler than the brain surgery I had performed on her previous laptop.

Being without a computer at home was quite disconcerting. My dependence on the internet was never more apparent. Here were some of the “basic” life things I couldn’t do:

• Communicate with people through email, Skype and Facebook.
• Keep track of my finances.
• Get the most recent podcasts.
• Read the latest news. I had to wait a whole day for the newspaper to come out.
• Recharge my iPod.
• Update my blog.
• Do simple searches for anything I was curious about.
• Get maps for some places I had to be.
• Work on the PhD.

Instead, I reverted to a pre-millenial Wind. And the following activities increased.

• Read novels.
• Played guitar and sang.
• Wrote poetry.
• Scribbled a lot in my journal.
• Conversed more with my wife.
• Did a little sketching.
• Slept.

All in all, it took me just a few days to adjust to the internet withdrawal. And soon I was the Bohemian hippie artist that I used to be.

I’m back to being a cyborg now. Because that’s life in the Internet Age. But now I know that when civilization collapses, I can just unplug and I’d be just as happy with my guitar and a good book.

Facebook Notes: Maximum Capacity

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I joined Facebook, the online social networking site, about a year and a half ago. Back then, Facebook had opened its site to third party developers and a large wave of people joined, jumping to about 30 million users. There seems to be another wave of users recently and the latest figures show 150 million users. And probably increasing.

I find myself using Facebook for most of my emailing, a lot of my photo-sharing, some light blogging, event organizing. And I link most of my other online activities to my Facebook wall. It’s an amazing tool, often time-sucking, but always useful for keeping in touch with friends who are all over the world, and sharing interesting links. I used to do a regular mass email, alerting people to things I’ve been doing. Now I just let Facebook take care of that.

It could be alarming, entrusting so much of my personal information to 189 other people who may be careless with it. But I set the privacy settings pretty tightly. And I’m prudent about which Facebook applications I use. What more can you do? Life has always been full of risks.

Maximum Capacity or Dunbar’s Number
At the beginning of the year, I accepted my 150th friend. And considered capping it off there. Shut the gates and put up the no vacancy sign. I’m a tidy guy. I go through regular cycles of purging everything I don’t need or use. But it doesn’t work that way with people. People aren’t old newspapers or fraying socks.

I chose 150 as the maximum because of Dunbar’s Number, an idea popularized in the Tipping Point. The concept theorizes that a group works best up to about 150 people. It’s the maximum number of people that the human brain is able to conceptualize as one group, knowing everyone’s relationship to each other. Beyond that, accountability starts to decrease, competing factions start to naturally form separate groups.

The plan was to only accept new friends if I unfriend someone else. These unfriended people would be someone who I rarely interact with on Facebook and who I never see in real life. But I just couldn’t do it. It seemed unnecessarily mean.

Still, some limits had to be set on who was able to have access to all my photos, photos of my friends, personal information on daily activities of myself and others.

So I devised guidelines on who to be Facebook friends with. I’m now at 189 friends. My social network is well past its cohesiveness, apparently. And it appears to be burgeoning recently, with a wave of people joining. Some tipping point seemed to have been reached.

The Secret Handshake
These are the criteria that I seemed to be loosely using on whether to accept friends. The following are automatic ins.

• Family members.
• Close friends.
• Collaborators in dance or music. Grueling hours of rehearsals and getting naked together in dressing rooms form permanent bonds.
• Current co-workers. How awkward would it be to ignore a friend request from someone you see every day?
• We’ve lived together. No secrets there.
• Fellow graduate students. We were a close knit group.
• We’ve traveled together. Nothing bonds people more than traveling together.

After a while I had to expand those criteria. And now factors that increase the likelihood of sharing the secret handshake include:

• High school friends.
• Acquaintances who always gave off a good vibe.
• Teenage kids or younger siblings of my friends. Even though they all have 700 friends.
• The more mutual friends we have the better.
• We recently connected and they seem like someone I’d like to know more.
• People who write a note of greeting instead of just send the request.

So I guess that’s pretty much anyone. The only people I’ve ignored are those people who I don’t know and have never met. Or I barely know but can’t remember any kind of interaction with them. Also, people with 700 friends are obviously in it for the popularity contest, and I tend to ignore them, unless they’re kids of my friends. They can’t help it if they grew up in the age of social networking.

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Facebook 3.0

The next step for Facebook should be giving people levels of access. Right now, it’s just two levels. Either access to everything, or almost nothing at all. It’s not useful.

I’d like to see several circles of access. Like one for friends, co-workers, family, old classmates, etc. That way, embarrassing party photos could be limited to your drinking buddies. Interesting acquaintances you just met recently might have an introductory area of access. And these circles could be overlapping.

So many applications already do this in clumsy ways. There are Top Friends, Girl Friends, Dance Friends. It’s natural to want to make order out of the community of friends.

Otherwise, it’s just a mass of people milling around your Facebook house. Some people you want to have tea with in the living room. Others you want to laugh and drink wine with in the kitchen. There may be one or two you want to plop in the basement and shut the door. And you certainly don’t want to mix these crowds.

For a demographic analysis of my facebook friends you’re welcome to read:

The Gated Community

The Archetypal Friend

Race and Ethnicity