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The Clarke Axiom, but for geeks and flirting

The Clarke Axiom — named after the guy who coined it, science fiction author Arthur C. Clarke — is well-known to geeks:

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

You may remember seeing the Clarke Axiom mentioned on this blog before. I quoted Maciej Ceglowski, who remixed it to become:

Any sufficiently advanced society is indistinguishable from Canada.

(I can already hear the whining coming from the bloggers at the Western Standard. All I can say to those folks is: if you take your meds, the voices will stop.)

I don’t know how I ended up looking at a page in Everything2 (imagine a less academic Wikipedia written by LiveJournalers), but someone has come up with a geek lament treatment of the Clarke Axiom:

Any sufficiently nice person is indistinguishable from someone who likes you.


Bonus bragging point: This blog is currently the number one Google result for the phrase “Clarke Axiom”.

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“Must-Know” Canadian Tunes?

The two weddings that I’ve attended with Wendy have both been for
Canadians of my generation, which meant that the DJ played Spirit of the West’s Home for a Rest (a song where they managed to beat The Pogues on their own turf) and a couple of
big hits that she didn’t recognize. I’ve decided to give her a hand by
making her a mixed CD of the essential Canadian rock and pop tunes for
people out age (specifically people who went to high school in the
mid-to-late eighties and university in the late eighties to
mid-nineties).

So far, I’ve come up with:

I need more songs! If you have any suggestions, please let me know in the comments. Some guidelines:

  • The
    songs should have been hits only within the borders of Canada, or even
    my area of Canada (Ontario/Quebec). There’s no point in putting Tom
    Cochrane’s Life is a Highway or Bryan Adams’ Summer of ’69 on this CD;
    the point is to give her music that’s new to her.
  • The term
    “hit” is relative. It the song had a cult following in my neck of the
    woods (say, a hit in the Ontario/Quebec university zone in the early
    90s but unknown in New England), it counts.
  • More than one song by the same artist is okay.

Oh, and could someone tell me if the Dream WarriorsMy Definition of a Boombastic Jazz Style was or wasn’t a hit in the Excited States? It did well here in Ontario and was also a minor club hit in the UK.

Your suggestions, please…

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Weekend Update

For those of you not familiar with Canada, today is that most generic of Canadian holidays, the Civic Holiday,
the defining purpose fo which is to “not work”. Although it is not a
statutory holiday, it’s highly unusual for any non-retial,
non-restaurant employer to ask you to work.

The Civic Holiday is so generic that it goes by different names in
different provinces. In Ontario, the province in which Accordion City
is located, it’s Simcoe Day, named for John Graves Simcoe, the first
Lieutenant (pronounced “leff-tenant”) Governor of Upper Canada (the
original name of Ontario).

I decided to spend the long weekend visiting The Redhead
in Boston, where I am currently filing this blog entry. Unfortunately,
it isn’t a holiday here in the Excited States, so I’m making this entry
from the lounge of The Redhead’s workplace, the Berkman Center for
Internet and Society in a cute little postsecondary education facility
the locals like to call “Hahh-vahhd”.


For some reason, I’m always out of town on a long weekend during which
my name or weblog gets mentioned in  Accordion City’s local media.
It’s happened again for the third time this year: on Saturday, the Globe and Mail
featured the Secret Swing on the front page of section M
of the
Saturday paper and a number of my friends and family have already left
messages on my cell phone promising to save me a copy of the paper.
Thanks, guys!

(In case you hadn’t seen it before, the post that got the ball rolling is here.)

The Globe and Mail fail to mention Rannie “Photojunkie” Turingan, whose photos of the
swing
are much better than mine (even though mine have the lovely and
talented Christine from the blog Purplecar) and predate mine by weeks.
This omission is even more glaring considering that they phoned him,
asking for the location of the swing. Rannie is the heart and soul of our local blogging group, the GTAbloggers, and I feel that he should be mentioned.


Cory at BoingBoing linked to my last entry, The Breakup Style of PowerPoint, which has proven to be a topic to which many people can relate, if the comments and trackbacks are any indication.

In honour of the post, I shall provide some notes in point form:

  • The
    article points out that the swing was installed by local artist Corwyn
    Lund, who documented it in the short film (very short, at one minute,
    twenty seconds) Swingsite, which debuted last fall. There’s a little more about the film here (you’ll have to scroll down once you hit the page).

  • An anonymous reader points to this relationship evaluation form, which is reminiscent of both standardized tests and annual employee reviews.
  • Laurent Bossavit says that the PowerPoint-styled breakup is a
    form of “incongruent communication”, which is the opposite of the
    “congruent communication” style that is emphaszied at the AYE (Amplifying Your Effectiveness) Conference. He also points to an entry in the AYE Conference wiki titled WhyWeDoNotUsePowerPoint.

  • 4thAce points out quite correctly that the slide I created breaks
    PowerPoint convention by using full sentences. He suggested that it
    should look more like this:

  • Clay Shirky, who pointed to my article on the Many 2 Many blog, points to an article on breakups by cellphone text messages (“WELCOM 2 DMPSVIL, POPULATN: U!”) . I’ll see your prior reference, Clay, and raise it with this article on Philippine catholic churches banning confessions by texting and raise you this PowerPoint slide for a hypothetical confession:

Wendy and I saw Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle
yesterday. I haven’t laughed this hard at the movies in ages! John Cho
(“Harold”) was merely okay; it’s Kal Penn (“Kumar”) who really carries
the film. One of my favourite scenes is the daydream sequence in which
Kumar imagines himself falling in love with an marrying a one-pound bag
of very fine weed.

The outdoor shots give away that it was shot in Toronto, especially the
parking lot scenes in which you can see signs for Country Style donuts
and Chapters. In the credits, one of the institutions they thank is
Toronto’s most notorious speakeasy, The Matador.
I don’t recall any scenes that could’ve been shot inside the Matador:
were there any, or are they thanking them for a wonderful night the
cast and crew had there after a shoot?


I had a lovely evening on Saturday night hanging out with Wendy’s friends at Clery’s, which we followed with a walk through Columbus Ave and then Newbury Street. On Sunday, I had an equally lovely brunch at Johnny D’s Uptown with the some Boston bloggers including Michael “Dowbrigade” Feldman, Cynthia Rockwell, her friend Guy, Jessica Baumgart, Sun, Andrew Grumet and Matt Stoller.


In response to my request to record a number just like William Shatner did, Wil Wheaton left a message in the comments saying “You know how to get in touch, if you’re serious.”

I’m quite serious. Perhaps we can record it at Gnomedex?


I return to Accordion City tonight and I hope to spend most of tomorrow at the Exploring
the Fusion Power
of
Public and Participatory Journalism conference
and blogging it. Notable friends and acquaintances of mine who will be attending are: Dan Gillmor, Jeff Jarvis, Rebecca MacKinnon and David Akin. The conference will take place downtown at the Sheraton Centre, which is crawling distance from my house.

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The Breakup Style of PowerPoint

The scene: The bar at the Bovine Sex Club, during Kickass Karaoke’s 5th Anniversary. I’m ordering a pint of Shanghai Stout from Deanna the bartender when a young woman approaches.

Her: Hey, Accordion Guy, got a minute?

Me: Sure. What’s up?

Her: You’re a computer guy, aren’t you?

Me: Yeah. Got a computer problem?

Her: Sort of. You see, I got dumped last week…

Me: Oh. Sorry to hear that.

Her: …by e-mail. What I wanted to ask was: Is that normal for computer guys?

Me: I don’t think so.

Her: And if that wasn’t enough, he fucking listed everything that was wrong with me. In fucking point form.

Me: That’s strange.

Her: Tell me about it!

Me: Wait. You know, maybe it’s not so unusual. I just remembered — you’re not the first to say this. You’re the third or fourth person this year to tell me that she got dumped by email and had reasons why listed in point form in the past year.

It’s true: since the beginning of the year, a handful of people have told me that they were dumped in this fashion. If you go farther back, you can add two more to that list.


The underlying idea of using email to deliver unpleasant news isn’t all that novel. You’ve probably had to phone someone to cancel plans and were relieved to get their voice mail or answering machine rather than the actual person, and you may have even heard of situations where people have broken up over the phone. Breaking up in writing was common enough for the term “Dear John Letter” to be coined. In these situations, the bearer of bad news is trying to weasel out of having to deal with the reaction.

Listing the reasons for a breakup, whether the breakup is taking place in person, by postal mail, over the phone or email, isn’t new, either. What is new is listing the reasons in point form.

I believe I know the cause of this phenomenon. Allow me to illustrate it:


1. We start dating. 2. ??????? 3. DUMPSVILLE!

PowerPoint.

Or more accurately, office culture, of which PowerPoint is a cornerstone.

(The slide above is part of a hypothetical PowerPoint presentation that I would’ve made for the New Girl from this story.)

I think that the “Dear Jane” emails that those people received were inspired by elements of office culture: PowerPoint, project post-mortems and annual performance reviews. Of the people who told me that they were dumped via email, all of their boyfriends worked white-collar jobs in which they either sat through or made PowerPoint presentations.

As Information Architecture guru Edward Tufte points out in his book, The Cognitive Style of PowerPoint, PowerPoint presentations sacrifice substance for style, are incredibly information-sparse, use abbreviations and syntactic shortcuts since you can’t fit that much on a slide and are really for the benefit of the speaker, not the audience. PowerPoint faciltitates getting through an unpleasant task as quickly as possible, which is a primary goal in both business presentations and breakups.

You might think I’m being facetious by blaming PowerPoint. However, history and everyday experience show us that our technology affects our culture, from things as simple as levers and the wheel to cell phones, computers and the internet.

Furthermore, the same technology can have a different “spin”, depdending on the manufacturer. Consider the general grittiness of PlayStation and XBox games (and note that both consoles are in imposing black cases) versus the relative kid-friendliness of Nintendo GameCube games (and the console’s cute white cube). Better yet, consider the “digital lifestyle” feel of the Mac and its applications versus Windows and its apps, which Danny O’Brien aptly summarizes with this sharp line in this blog entry:

Ultimately when you use MS software, you’re not the end user MS perceives at all: we’re just living off the scraps Microsoft leaves out after feeding its big customers.


As software evolves and we move on to the next big thing, I figure that social software will provide us with new paradigms for breakups. Perhaps Orkut will lead the way, and one day we’ll get messages like this:

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Pahhhking the Cahhh in Hahhhvahhd Yahhd This Weekend

A Simpsons scene at a Boston blogger gathering:

Freddy Quimby: “Say it, Frenchie! Say ‘browsahhh’!”

Waiter: “Brow-zaire!


I can’t properly post about Boston without putting up my favourite Boston Common photo…


It’s wicked fried!


I’ll be visiting The Redhead in Boston this weekend, and when I’m not doing the usual boyfriend-y hoo-hah, I’ll be attending some local bloggers-and-friends gatherings.

Saturday night, I’ll be hanging out at Clery’s, which is stumbling distance from the Back Bay T station. I’ll be attending the Sunday Brunch at Johnny D’s. I’ll hang out at the Berkman Center on Monday morning (Monday’s a holiday in Ontario), Hahhvahhd Square in the afternoon and home in the evening.

If you live in Boston area, feel free to drop by. I will be taking accordion requests.

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One last post (or: I always think of the clever lines after I leave)

Remember the story about the girl who turned me down and ended up with my lookalike?

Someone mentioned The Karate Kid earlier today, and now I’ve come up with the best line for her:

“You went for Ralph Macchio when you could’ve had Mr. Miyage.”

Thankfully Wendy appreciates my kung-fu.

(I mentioned this on IRC and someone was quick to reply “And then you could ‘wax off’ on her!” Internet people need help, man.)

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This is either going to break my housemate Paul’s heart or turn him on even more

[ via Stereogum and someone who knows that my housemate Paul worships Britney Spears
] Someone I know suggested that one good way to prevent children from
smoking is to point out smokers and say “Take a good look at the kind
of people who smoke, kids. By and large, they’re poor, stupid or both.”

Or, in some cases, they’re pop stars who hit their zenith a little
while back and are now entering that part of their life that makes for
the more entertaining second half of their Behind the Music biography…


Excuse me miss, didn’t I see you on a recent episode of Cops?

Can we institute some kind of fashion law declaring that you shouldn’t cut your “Daisy Dukes” so that your pockets reach below them?


Cool! She has the same model cellphone as I do!

Why couldn’t she have stayed a classy lady, like that nice Debbie — oops, I meant “Deborah” — Gibson?