I was hoping to be done with my collection site rework by now, but sometimes these things take longer than we expect. MUCH longer. I have been soliciting feedback from a few people, and there seems to be no consensus on what should stay and what should go, alas. So I soldier on, only occasionally coming up for air to meet a friend for breakfast or to go see the latest play my cousin has choreographed. So if you have been wondering why my updates haven’t been as frequent, there you are. I have set a deadline for myself of Friday, let us hope that I meet it.
While we are at it, anyone out there have a good idea for what to call it? “Resume” site just doesn’t seem right, “collection” is odd, and “skill site” seems likewise awkward….
I was going through a bunch of old pictures this evening from my travels, and I had forgotten how damn funny some of the signage was. I have written about this previously and posted some of these images, but I found several more and thought them somewhat amusing and worth sharing.
I have been in a large number of countries in the last few years, and I have seen an absolutely astonishing variety of behaviors in those cultures. Often times the very same action considered good form in one place will be considered quite rude in another. I have learned that context is everything, and that knowing what is appropriate sometimes depends on a keen understanding, and sometimes is easily inferred. Even within an ostensibly single culture, there can be a great deal of variety, and mores and values will change overtime, precipitating new behaviors.
That said, I was fairly surprised to witness what I consider to be quite rude behavior at the Brooklyn location of my gym this evening. I had just finished my workout and shower and was getting dressed when I heard a click click sound. I looked over in horror to see a guy sitting on the bench next to me, clipping his nails gingerly over the bench, paying close attention to his fingers but seemingly none at all to the clippings themselves. I watched and listened as the clip, clip clip went on for several minutes, shrapnel flying every which way. When he was done he admired himself for a few moments in the mirror, then went to shower, leaving this lovely present for the rest of the members and staff. Convinced I was being Punk’d, I looked around for the camera crew, but alas, this was no TV show. I thought back carefully to the look of this guy. He didn’t appear to be missing a chromosome or from some (very) far away place, but clearly there was something amiss. Where exactly was he raised and by whom? I wondered if this was just his secret, shameful locker room activity, or if perhaps he did this in other places. Maybe over a bowl of soup at a nice restaurant in front of his girlfriend. Perhaps in church while his pastor bored him with something lofty. Whatever. I am just thankful that this isn’t my home gym, and it does push me ever so slightly to look for an apartment in Manhattan over Brooklyn.
In a world where anything is possible but time is limited, we need to make choices. Sometimes those choices lead to something useful very quickly, sometimes they are dead ends. I usually don’t mind the dead ends as I tend to learn something from them. That said, I have been spinning my wheels a bit over the last few days as I attempt to overhaul my resume and build a new website for it. It really isn’t even a resume site to speak of anymore, nor even a cv. I am not entirely sure what to call it, truth be told, but let us settle on “collection” for now. There are a few things I have decided it will and won’t be:
1. It won’t be constrained or narrowly focused. In the past I have constructed my resume to only appeal to a specific area of interest, usually aimed a company that I seek employment from. As a freelancer, I feel more free to let the variety of experience speak up.
3. I will include other areas that I enjoy and can seek work in, ie “writing” and “French tutoring” and “photography”. Just because technology is the most lucrative does not mean that is all I will seek.
4. My site will be my calling card, and should be very well designed. It is this last point that is causing me fits. As I research a number of different (and very cool) sites out there, I find myself drawn to many shiny objects out there. Some of these are programmatic, some are design, some are organizational. In any event I have spent many many hours diddling over the past few days, often ending up tossing something as impractical or dull. I feel like I am finally on the right track, but still have many hours ahead of me. And miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
I’m having a pleasantly productive day, hanging out at cafe S’nice, where they have an excellent autumn salad (despite this being most definitely winter), free wifi and decent coffee. All of which helps me get work done and relives a bit of the bordem of staying in to work. It is snowing out, which gives me an inexplicable cozy feeling that somehow contributes to my work motivation. In the mix my headphones and music, and the collection of mundane adds up to something more, something relaxing and comforting, although I am not sure why. I finished one project today, started to line up a little more work, and am finally redesigning my resume/cv site. More on that (with links) in the next few days, as I will be asking for your feedback. Yes you, gentle readers.
I had the most unusual subway ride last night. At a not very late point in the evening (about 7:30pm), I went to catch the train to meet Josh for dinner and drinks. I got on at Bergen Street in Brooklyn, and got off about fourteen stops later at 14th Street in Manhattan. During the entire ride there was no one else in this car with me. Not a single one. Through fourteen stops. And about three quarters of the way to my destination, my ipod (with thousands of songs on it and set to random shuffle) plays “The only living boy in New York“.