I’m working on the details. Stay tuned…
Me at last year’s bash.
I’m working on the details. Stay tuned…
Me at last year’s bash.
Yesterday, Boss Ross sent me a stack of presentations from Evans Data
Corporation’s 2005 Developer Relations Conference. Seeing as my job is
developer relations, I feel a little silly for having been unaware of
its existence and have adjusted my radar accordingly.
I went through the presentations — mostly outlines of the developer
relations techniques used by various companies — looking for ideas
that could be incorporated into Tucows’ developer relations strategy.
One slide in
particular caught my attention. Its title was Who is the Developer? and
its bullet points outlined the average developer, based on a study by
the Evans Data’s 2005 study of the developer market:
My own experience is not the norm (in fact, the master of
ceremonies at my friend Rob’s wedding introduced me as “a guy whose
life was engineered to be offbeat”), having spent most of my career at
start-ups and oddball companies. I expected that the average developer
would be thirty and single with closer to five years’ experience.
Upon further reflection, I realized that as of a month ago, I match
those stats. That’s a little frightening. Confronted with
this realization, a lesser man might admit defeat, program an “easy
rock” station into his radio, buy a Ford Taurus and restock the
wardrobe with golf shirts and elastic-waistband slacks.
But me? I’m cool.
The scene: the Tucows offices, early afternoon.
Co-worker: Hey, Joey! How’s married life treating you?
Me [making finger quotes, a.k.a. “sarcasm tongs”]: “Married life?” What is this, the twentieth century? It’s now called Life 2.0.
My friend and former housemate Paul Baranowski is a developer with Campware, an organization whose purpose is to “develop, distribute, support and implement useful tools for independent news media in emerging democracies.” As such, he keeps up with the literature on Open Source, such as O’Reilly’s book-in-progress, Open Sources 2.0: The Continuing Evolution.
The book’s introduction [link leads to a PDF file] covers the spirit of open source by describing the vibrant gift economy that exists within the annual bacchanal Burning Man, which takes place in Black Rock Desert, Nevada. I attended in 1999 — the year I took up the accordion — and as a result, make a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it appearance on page XXXIV:
Unfettered from monetary exchange, however, most denizens of Burning Man gravitate toward a gift economy. Acts of giving range from the mundane to the extravagant: the accordion player who serenades those in the porta-potty line with his renditions of AC/DC; the massage therapist volunteering her services; the water-gun brigade, spraying people down for a moment of cool relief from the midday sun; or the man who brings along a week’s supply of dry ice so he can serve cold ice cream every day.
On Wednesday afternoon, I participated in a panel discussion
group/workshop at IBM’s CASCON conference titled “The Business of
Blogging”. I’ll write up more next week, but in the meantime, here are
some amusing photos of yours truly. I don’t know who took the photos,
but he caught me at some primo moments…
“And then when I woke up, my pants were gone!”
“Duuuuuude, half my music collection came straight from the old Napster.”
“Oh God, not another question about syndication formats…eyes heavy…can’t stay…zzzzz….”
The full set of photos is available at the Business of Blogging photoset on Flickr.
One of my favourite bits of dialogue from a “Slappy Squirrel” segment of the old Animaniacs cartoon:
Bumpo (a young dog): Can I sniff you, Uncle Stinky?
Stinkbomb (an old dog): No! Don’t be weird.
It’s been a while since I last visited the CN Tower — it was probably
2001 when I last set foot inside the building. These days, I go only
when showing it to out-of-town family visitors, which we had on Thanksgiving
weekend. Wendy’s parents came up from Boston for a triple-occasion
weekend that covered my nephew Ryan’s christening, her birthday and
Canadian Thanksgiving. We had an extended family party on Sunday;
Monday night was for dinner at the Tower with her parents, my parents
and us.
I was surpised to see a row of three of these devices at the entrance to the hallway leading to elevators:
It’s the Ionscan Sentinel II Contraband Detection Portal, a device manufactured by Smiths Detection. They’re very Star Trek,
from outward appearance right down to the touch panels and female
female voice. Here’s what the Sentinel II does, according to the
promotional copy on the web site:
Only the SENTINEL offers true head-to-toe screening. Gentle puffs
of air dislodge any particles trapped on the body, hair, clothing and
shoes. These particles are then directed into the instrument for
analysis.
IONSCAN® technology combined with preconcentration technology
developed by Sandia National Laboratories allows for the high
throughput of screening up to 7 people per minute.
Trace amounts of more than 40 substances are detected and identified
in seconds. Results are displayed in an easy-to-understand fashion.
Should a detection be made, a digital camera is included to take a
photo of the person for easy identification.
It detects the following explosives:
and the following drugs, listed with their stereotypically-associated subcultures:
The scanning process is pretty quick. You walk into the portal and
stand on a spot designated by two footprint-shaped markers. A large
number of nozzles that look just like the air nozzles above the seats
in airplanes spray you with a few puffs of air. This process loosens
particulate matter on your clothes and body. This is followed by the
sound of a motor, which I assume powers an air intake pump, which draws
in the loosened particles for analysis. Based on the analysis, you are
then either free to go or quickly dragged off to the body cavity search
room.
The entire scanning process takes less than ten seconds, from entrance
to exit. The promotional copy boasts that it can scan 7 people a
minute, or 420 per hour. Three of these machines gives the CN Tower
checkpoint a total throughput of 1260/hour. This probably would’ve
exceeded the old throughput of the elevators, when there were only four
of them. Back then, you’d occasionally hear of people waiting for about
an hour for an elevator. There are now six elevators; two were added
when they moved to the the stairs to the central core, freeing up room
for more elevator shafts.
All of us save Dad went through the portal. Dad uses a walker, which is
too wide. He was directed to another area to the side of the portals,
where he was chemically analyzed the “old” way — the security guard
rubbed a gauze swab over some of his clothes and his walker and
placed it into a scanner.
Searching people for explosives before they enter a public building
isn’t a new thing. From the World Trade Center’s re-opening in the
mid-nineties until September 11, 2001, it was standard procedure to
undergo search before you could use the elevator, a procedure which
probably added ten minutes to your commute time if you worked there.
They were pretty through when I was last there in 1999; they even asked
me to open my accordion so they could inspect its innards. Terrorism is
partly about being splashy, and blowing up prominent and symbolic
buildings is high on the “splashy” list.
Getting them installed at the CN Tower is also good advertising for
Smiths Detection. It’s a prominent tourist attraction, and having the
Sentinel II prominently displayed at its entrance ensures that people
all from all over the world — or hey, a local blogger — will talk
about them.
In addition to the CN Tower, the Sentinel II has also been installed at “one of Canada’s major nuclear power facilities” (the press release doesn’t get any more specific).
I wonder why you don’t see more of these devices at airports. I suppose it’s still relatively new — JFK installed some late last year
and I’ve heard that they’re also in the Miami airport. I also suppose
that they’re quite expensive, and unlike other expensive airport
amenities, they’re not revenue generators.
(And ‘fess up: when it was time to buy smoke detectors for your apartment or house, did you buy top-of-the-line?)
Addendum:
Also of note: these things only detect explosives and drugs, and drugs,
in spite of what the US Government may tell you, aren’t part of the
terrorist arsenal (the bulk of their money probably comes from your
super unleaded purchases). They
don’t detect guns or knives — remember, the 9/11 terrorists used
boxcutters — and metal detectors can’t detect those newfangled ceramic
blades, such as those Kyocera kitchen knives Rob and Leslie gave to us as wedding presents.
Boss Ross, who coined the name “Blogacatmas“, is even more pleased than I am that it made it into a story in today’s Globe and Mail!
Ross and I both send our thanks to Ivor Tossell for writing the story.
Ross is all giddy; it’s not every day one makes a contribution to
popular culture.