I’m conducting some research, trying to find out what OpenSRS users want. If you’re an OpenSRS user who’s also a techincal lead, system architect, code kahuna or any other type of person who has decision-making power over technical issues, this set of questions is for you!
(And if you’re not an OpenSRS user or this stuff is too terrifically geeky for you, perhaps you might enjoy these Guy Fawkes or Matrix: Revolutions links. November 5th: more than just my birthday. Much, much more!)
In his Toronto mayoral election blog, Last Chance City, Rick McGinnis reports that:
Nuclear? Hardly. I think of it as sprited debate between two Catholics who agree to disagree. The level of animosity is no more than two neighbours disagreeing on the issue of lawn gnomes on one of their front yards.
(On second thought, I’ve seen lawn gnome debates get really nasty. The point is that the disagreement is more along the lines of the Debating Club, not Fight Club.)
The debate is interesting, and as long as David “Ranting and Roaring” Janes doesn’t mind and if I can squeeze in the time today, I’ll add more comments. It is my intention to keep things cilvilised (although I’ll toss a witty Wilde-ish barb every now and again; after all, this is me); a blog is someone’s home on the Web, and I intend to be a good guest and am bound by the rules of comity. If you’d like to throw in your two cents, please make sure you do the same.
(By the way, Kathy, you’re invited to the party as well. You may be asked to dance the Macarena in the hot tub. I’ll back you up.)
If you want to know how the debate started, read an earlier blog entry of mine, then see David’s blog entry in response, followed by the debate, which takes place in the comments. It’s good brain food.
Kathy writes:
Joey, I’m surprised, if you read The Door your take on Christianity should have evolved past the Bart Simpson stage.
Hey man, you should be pleased with my progress. It used to be at the Beavis and Butt-Head stage. (“Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh, you said ‘And he knew her’…”)
Besides, a Simpsonian understanding of the Gospels isn’t all bad…
November 5th is not only my birthday, it’s also the birthday of:
Happy birthday, folks!
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It’s your birthday
We gon’ party like it’s yo birthday
We gon’ sip Bacardi like it’s your birthday
— In Da Club by 50 Cent
Today is my thirty-sixth birthday! Yippee!
Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been summarizing what’s happened
over all this time, as a sort of “self-diagnostic”, “unexamined life is
not worth living” sort of exercise. In the process, I came up with this
list, which I think you might find amusing…
November 5, 1967
Manila, Philippines
I am born in the middle of a major typhoon that knocks out the power across much of the city.
Another boy, also named “Jose Martin” (Jose is a common name, and
the November 5th is the feast day of Saint Martin de Porres, patron
saint of hot interracial love) is also born that day. It is assumed
that no mix-up took place.
Early 1968
Mon and Dad leave to start their interships in Boston. The plan is
for them to find a place, then send for me. For six months, my
grandmothers take care of me.
This must’ve broken my parents’ hearts.
Late 1968
Boston, Massachusetts, USA
Brought from Manila to Boston to be reunited with Mom and Dad. For the
first couple of days, I have no idea who these strange adults are.
March 5, 1969
The best sister a guy could ever ask for is born.
A day or so later
My earliest memory: I’m wetting the floor in the lobby of the hospital where my sister was born. A nun looks at me in shock.
This is the first of many times that I will upset a nun.
1970
Wayne, Pennsylvania, USA
We move to a suburb of Philadephia. I still remember the address:
427 East Lancaster Avenue. Vague memories of St. David’s Nursery
School, the woods of Bala-Cynwyn, grilled cheese sandwiches at the
railroad station with Dad, watching the hourly fountain burst at King
of Prussia Mall.
Dad, an obstetrician/gynecologist, does hormone research for a
paper. His “patients” are horses, since their hormone system is similar
to humans. He asks for a speculum and is shocked to be given something
that looks like a canoe paddle.
1972
Greenhills, Metro Manila, Philippines
My parents’ internships in the US finished, the plan is to return
to the Philippines, bringing “first world” skills back with them. The
plan is to live happily ever after there.
Weeks later, our house is robbed. Mom and Dad are tied and held at gunpoint. My sister and I sleep through the whole thing.
Weeks afterwards, President Ferdinand Marcos joins the Dictator
Club and declares martial law. The US, with Clark Air Force Base and
the Naval Base at Subic, vital to keeping the Russkies in check, turn a
blind eye. The factory of my uncle, P.B. Dionisio, the largest
munitions importer in Southeast Asia, mysteriously burns donw the night
martial law is declared. The Philippines officially become a banana
republic.
1973
Mom and Dad visit Benigno Aquino, leader of the opposition, in jail. They decide it’s time to get out of the country.
Aquino will later live in exile in the US. He will attempt to
return to the Philippines in 1983, where he is shot before he even sets
foot on Philippine soil.
December 1974
We leave the Philippines to stay with an uncle in Chicago.
The most money an emigrating family is allowed to take with them is
US$500, a pittance even in those days. Mom and Dad smuggle extra cash
in the pages of magazines. We pass the search.
An hour into the flight, the pilot asks if there is a doctor on the
plane. A Russian circus troupe is on our flight, and one of them is
experiencing abdominal pain. Dad checks him out and determines it’s
appendicitis. Turning back means going through the search and possibly
getting caught, with some very nasty consequences. Thankfully, the guy
is stable and we make it to Tokyo.
Early 1975
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Our first home in Canada: 199 Glenlake Avenue, apartment 501.
During my first day in school, because I am Asian,
teachers…talk…to…me…very…slowly.
I spend first week believing that school teachers are retarded here.
Despite the fact that the Manila and Tokyo are not much farther apart
than Toronto and Vancouver, my first exposure to Japanese culture takes
place here in Canada. We live in the “New Canadian” part of High Park,
and during the early-to-mid-seventies, the Japanese are one of the big
waves of immigrants.
1976
Our second home in Canada. 240 Scarlett Road, apartment 804.
1978
I enter De La Salle College.
In later years, a kid with a goofy name — Keanu — will attend the
same school for one year, where he will be the star defenceman for the
hockey team. He is nicknamed “The Wall”, first for his ability to stop
a puck, later for his ability to act.
1979
My first science fair, with my best friend Pavel Rozalski. We make it to the city finals. Our project: how computers work.
A geek is born.
1981
I discover Dungeons and Dragons.
Summer 1982
Tennis lessons. I learn that I should not be playing tennis. Meet
cute girl, however, although nothing happens. I have not yet learned
schmooze-fu.
Summer 1983
The girl from tennis school has appendicitis, and I visit her at
the hospital and we have an amazing eight-hour conversation. Once she’s
better, I ask her out. Painful coming-of-age hilarity ensues. Will
someday be blogged.
September 1983
Weird Adventure, meet Joey. Joey meet Weird Adventure. The beginning of a lifelong partnership.
October 1983
First kiss. It gets weird. Very, incredibly weird, even for me. Cannot ever blogged, but I will tell the story over a drink.
Winter 1984
My introduction to the world of nightmare dating. She is three
years older than me, too streetwise for her own good and has a number
of scary friends. A descent into terror, but in the end I learn
presence of mind and a street sense that will serve me well. Not
bloggable yet.
1985
Meet my English teacher’s stepdaughter. Try to go out with her.
More painful coming-of-age hilarity ensues, including getting in
trouble with English teacher. Bloggable someday. Maybe.
March 1986
Ridiculous March break trip to Quebec city. Alcohol, girls from North Bay and learning how to say “vomit” in French.
Summer 1986
A school prank, followed by everything else, goes terribly wrong.
The start of one of those life-changing years. You’ll eventually read
about it in the blog.
September 1986
Grade 14 begins. You know, the one after grade 13. Long story.
First roadtrip to Montreal.
November 1986
Second roadtrip to Montreal. Some girl-related hijinks.
March 1987
My worst concert ever. Alas, it was caught on videotape.
Some very important stuff happens here. You’ll eventually read about it.
May 1987
Goodbye braces!
My first synth, an Akai AX60.
July 1987
Montreal, Quebec, Canada
Best Date Ever 1a. I live the lyrics to AC/DC’s most popular song,
which is why it’s a favourite of mine. You’ll eventually read about it.
August 1987
New York, New York, USA
Best Date Ever 1b. Round 2.
September 1987
Kingston, Ontario, Canada
First kick at the can at Crazy Go Nuts University.
February 1988
The Double Date of Death.
September 1988
Goodbye glasses!
February 1989
An even worse Double Date of Death.
April 1989
“Win a Date With Joey deVilla” contest held in Golden Words,
the engineering paper. There is a skill-testing question: “What is the
difference between leather and naugahyde?” Half the entrants did not
know what naugahyde was.
Summer 1989
Robertson Strickler helps his friend Cliff sell an old accordion of
his. His parents forced him to take lessons, and he hated every minute.
Rob gives Cliff a lift to the pawn shop, only to find that it’s closed
for the day. The accordion stays in Rob’s trunk for a couple of weeks,
then is moved to Rob’s basement where it will stay for nine years.
“Would you like to come over and see my lava lamp?” actually works!
September 1989
The start of my DJ career.
September 1990
Goodbye academic standing!
Fall 1990
Caught girlfriend in flagrante delicto, got dumped, fired, kicked out of school at roughly the same time. Ultra-bummed.
January 1991
Montreal, Quebec, Canada
I somehow convince my straight-laced friend Robertson to join me at
the GWAR concert in the Rialto theatre in Montreal. I leave with a
changed attitude towards rock performance; Robertson is emotionally
scarred.
Winter/Spring 1991
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
I am suddenly alone in Toronto. All my friends are in Kingston, and
I have no propsects, either work or academic. Parents are extremely
unimpressed that I’ve been kicked out of school. I must formulate a
plan.
March 1991
I help organize a lucrative bus tour of hippies to see the Grateful
Dead in Albany. Being the only guy with short hair and most of his
brain cells intact, I am chosen to represent the tour at US Customs.
Hilarity ensues. I raise enough money for tuition. Now if I can just
get back into school…
Spring 1991
DJ lessons and a big boost to my alt-rock CD collection from DJ
Michael X. This will tranform my DJ career at Crazy Go Nuts University.
Summer 1991
Despite the fact that regulations say that I cannot return to Crazy
Go Nuts University after such a disastrous performance, I get back in
on “double secret probation” on the strength of my negotiating skills
and computer science marks. The negotiating skills learned will serve
me well for the rest of my life.
September 1991
Kingston, Ontario, Canada
For the first time as a DJ, I am paid in money and not in beer.
January 1992
My one and only drink-and-dash, New Year’s Eve.
May 1992
One of my cartoons gets the leader of a campus group called
“Students for Free Speech” upset because it makes fun of him. He
threatens to sue me for libel until someone explains to him the irony
of his stance.
June 1992
Many people in my circle, myself included, has a moment where they flip out. Not all at once.
August 1992
I meet the other celebrant at this Saturday’s party, Ashley
Bristowe, at a party. My fine arts student friends and I attempt to
corrupt her sister Ainsley.
September 1992
The great T-Shirt Entrepreneurial Disaster of ’92. In attempt to make money selling T-shirts, George and I lose our shirts.
October 1992
One of my cartoons gets me in deep doo-doo with the
trying-too-hard-to-be-PC student goverment. Aggravation and hilarity
ensue, but I get a date out of it.
November 1992
Best Date Ever 2.
1993
Very pleasant all round. I am the world’s most unlikely big man on campus. The DJ booth at Clark Hall Pub is my little kingdom.
I am the first person in my house to finish Sonic the Hedgehog. My housemate George videotapes the historic event.
January 1994
The “Don Juan on Acid” Year. Things get a little weird.
The best women’s bathroom graffiti about me ever is discovered and brought to my attention.
My first Mac, a Quadra 660AV. I now own the coolest computer at
Crazy Go Nuts University. Suddenly, I’m telnetting, lynxing, gophering,
IRCing and MUDding like mad.
February 1994
We lock ourselves in my room to solve the mystery of Myst.
March 1994
George: “If Joey did it, it must be sordid.”
July 1994
While working at a data processing company, I stumble across a floppy disk entitled The Mackerel Stack. This changes the way I think about computers.
August 1994
A vicious betrayal by a longtime friend, now one of the people on my (thankfully short) shitlist.
November 1994
I’m using images from the Mackerel Stack as video wallpaper while I
DJ. One of the bar patrons recognized the images and tells me that
they’re hiring. I travel to Toronto the next day to ask for a job. They
say they’ll think about it.
January 1995
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
School is (at long last!) over. I’m in the real world — or what passes for it — now.
Drinking copious quantities of beer with Mackerel founders at the Rotterdam pub.
February 1995
Drinking copious quantities of beer with Mackerel founders at the Rotterdam pub.
March 1995
Drinking copious quantities of beer with Mackerel founders at the Rotterdam pub.
“We like the way you drink,” Mackerel founders say, “and you seem to know tech stuff. You’re hired.”
April 1995
First client meeting. Initially a disaster, but it gets turned around.
August 1995
First major product, a promo application for Toyota that’s featured on a nationwide infomercial.
November 1995
Promoted to chief programmer. I rock!
August 1996
Worst vacation ever with nightmare girlfriend. If it were a crime
to be a bitch, there’d be enough evidence to hang her three times.
March 1997
I can read the writing on the wall and go to another multimedia company, Purple Fridge Inc. It’s like Lord of the Flies, except with a paycheque every two weeks.
October 1997
I lead office coup against my own boss at Purple Fridge Inc. Suddenly I’m one of the managers. It’s like a dark Dilbert fantasy.
November 1997
I write the best letter of resignation ever, calling one of the higher-ups a “self-aggrandizing, self-serving grifter.”
I turn 30. Birthday fling with evil ex.
January 1998
The start of a tough year.
My first ever major radio appearance: the Humble and Fred show,
where I explain what the Y2K bug is. I get groans when I refer to
“partying like it’s 1999”.
Spring/summer 1998
A rough time. I’m working 18-hour days building a database app: an encyclopedia of every mall in America.
I accidentally gatecrash a NAACP cocktail party in Chicago. Very good pastry.
May 1998
A week-long marathon programming session leaves me no chance to shave. Suddenly, I realize I can grow a beard and decide to keep it.
June 1998
I start hanging out at a neat little cafe called Tequila Bookworm.
August 1998
Tequila Bookworm hires a curvy waitress with a sexy British accent. Daydreams ensue.
Robertson gives me an accordion that’s been sitting in his basement. I noodle with it a little over the next few months.
October 1998
A life-altering trip to Manila and southwestern Japan. Nothing
unusual (for me) happens, but I see the world differently when I
return.
November 1998
The Tequila Bookworm waitress and I introduce ourselves to each other.
December 1998
A friend calls me to borrow money for crablouse medicine. Hilarity ensues.
January 1999
A last-minute decision to drive from Toronto to Halifax to go to a
rave that a long-lost friend has invited me to. Karl Mohr convinces me
and Chris Cummer that it’s a “12-, maybe 14-hour trip”; in actuality,
it’s 22. We still beat New Year’s with three hours to spare.
February 1999
The waitress and I now chat often.
April 1999
The story known as the “Worst Date Ever”. But would I do it all again? You bet.
May 1, 1999
Accordion taken on its maiden voyage across downtown Toronto. Queen
street stunned that it’s possible to play rock, pop and industrial on a
squeezebox.
June 1999
My first radio appearance backing up John Southworth for a live
performance of his album, Sedona, Arizona for the CBC Radio show
RadioSonic. Also among the session musicians: Karl Mohr, Sarah
McElcheran, Martin Tielli from The Rheostatics and Hawklsey Workman.
August 1999
First trip abroad with accordion: Black Rock Desert, Nevada, USA to attend…Burning Man! First appearance on MuchMusic.
November 1999
New York City gets rocked with a surprise birthday visit to my
friend George. His girlfriend (now wife) Alicia arrange for me to meet
them at Windows on the World, the lounge atop the World Trade Center.
The people at the lobby, seeing the accordion, mistake me for one of
the band musicians and send me up the supply elevator, letting me skip
the line. We take George to Nobu, where we pose for pictures with Iron
Chef Japanese Masahiru Morimoto (then head chef) and surprise Harvey
Keitel, who wonders who the hell is playing Happy Birthday on an accordion.
December 1999
Cory Doctorow tells me about a little Internet start-up he’s putting
together. “What would you rather do,” he asks, “sell gift ceritificates
on the Web, or change the world?”
New Year’s 1999
A last-minute trip to the Czech Republic to celebrate New Year’s
2000 in a castle outside Prague. Had an amazing time at the party, met
cute redhead. Foiled an attempted mugging and took redhead on Best Date
Ever 3 in the same day.
January 2000
From Prague back to Toronto, then a day later to Vancouver to work
on a one-week programming contract. Learned to snowboard atop Whistler.
Mid-January 2000
First day on the job at Cory’s company, Steelbridge, which would later be renamed OpenCola.
February 2000
LinuxWorld Expo 2000 in New York City!
Second-best moment: leading a parade of a hundred geeks including
CmdrTaco and Hemos from Slashdot down Broadway to the Slashdot/VA Linux
party with the accordion, singing The Clash and Fatboy Slim all the way
there. End up drinking with Hooters wairesses, who try to convince me
to take my date to their restaurant.
Best moment: Best Date Ever 4.
June 2000
Fun tryst in New York.
July 2000
Fun tryst in Washington, DC.
August 2000
Rockin’ DefCon 8 with software and the accordion. Followed by fun tryst
in New York. More accordion appearances on TV, proving that one
accordion is worth 20 PR companies.
October 2000
Approached by OpenCola management: “How’d you like to be our developer relations guy in San Francisco?”
November 2000
One of the best birthday parties I’ve ever had, complete with fireworks, both gunpowder- and girl-based.
December 2000
Move to San Francisco, in what I think will be a long-term, if not permanent move.
January 2001
My first professional public speaking apprerance: DJ Union in Los
Angeles, in front of hip hop, house. acid jazz and other club DJs as
well as very impressed girlfriend. It goes very well. I get invited to
Key Club for private party, shop at Hustler store. Life is good.
February 2001
Big splash at the first O’Reilly P2P Conference. Tim O’Reilly invites me to play accordion at closing keynote.
May 2001
Toronto, Ontario Canada
Called back to Toronto to assist with programming effort “for a
couple of weeks”. Stay becomes permanent after San Francisco office is
closed; my stuff sent back for me.
August 2001
Mass layoffs at OpenCola. I am one of seven employees remaining.
Company now in hands of people with the sense of vision that God gave
oysters.
September 2001
Osama ruins everything.
November 2001
Birthday party. Some very Three’s Company-style awkward moments.
November 11, 2001
First post to a new blog: the bombastically-named “Adventures of AccordionGuy in the 21st Century”
First BoingBoing link to my blog with the story about the con man who visited twice.
January 2002
Weaselly CFO and even more weaselly CTO give me the heave-ho. I am
a free agent, and assist Paul with Peekabooty, the software that the
weaselly CTO doesn’t think should exist: “People shouldn’t be able to
circumvent their governments, even oppressive ones.” Suggest CTO should
be shipped back to Romanian prison with “By order of fire department:
maximum capacity 200 persons” tattooed on his pasty ass.
February 2002
The first CodeCon, and the best stagette ever.
April 2002
Go-go dancer job. Strange date.
May 2002
Accordion saves my ass from US customs. Literally.
August 2002
Reclaim the Streets puts my liberal/conservative halves to the test when I meet the not-so-smart mob.
September 2002
The worst month in recent memory, for me anyway.
November 2002
One of the best birthday parties I’ve ever had! Attendance was over
100 people at peak; celebrity guests included Bruce from the band I
Mother Earth and superstar chef Susur Lee.
March 2003
Meet cute goth chick with a penchant for tech. She’s a webmaster, too! We kiss after we discover that we think the best line in RoboCop is “Bitches, leave!” Stupidity ensues.
April 2003
A whistleblower reads about the New Girl in my blog and emails me,
telling me she is not who she says she is. This turns into one of the
biggest blog stories of 2003.
July 2003
I join Tucows as Technical Community Development Coordinator.
October 2003
I get to meet some of the faces behind my favourite blogs at
BloggerCon in Boston, and hilarity ensues when Skadz and I go out on
the town.
A week later, I meet more Liz Lawley and Kathleen Fitzpatrick, more faces behind cool blogs!
A week after that is one of my best Friday nights out — I get onstage
with White Cowbell Oklahoma, I harness the power of the accordion to
meet girls and finally have my enocunter with the Mysterious Hot Tub
Truck!
November 5, 2003
You are here.
Looking to have Best Date Ever 5. Any takers?
Because the culture wars ain’t over until I no longer have to fight off racist thieves by improvising weapons out of things like my bike lock, Jackie-Chan-style: David Janes has a response to my earlier post, Kathy Shaidle responds in the comments, and I followed up with a comment of my own.
(For my American friends: You might not recognize the term “descended from the Family Compact” in my comment. Substitute “descended from passengers on the Mayflower” and you’ll get the idea.)
I talked to “HotTubMobile Neil” last night, and he’ll be bringing the hot tub truck to my birthday party on Saturday. Bring a bathing suit and a towel!
I’ve moved my birthday party photos over from the kode-fu.com server over to Blogware. The hosting service on which kode-fu.com “lives” is rather spotty, and Blogware offers the advatages of speed and a pretty nifty set of photo album features. The new home of the last year’s birthday party photos is http://accordionguy.blogware.com/blog/Life/Happened/TheBig35.