The Art Of Not Asking Why

Here’s a page featuring videos showing the differences between rainfalls, from 1.5 down to inches to 0.05 inches. Useful!

Preparing a Time Machine backup before upgrading to macOS Sequoia. I’m not usually one to rush macOS updates, and I feel I’ll regret it. It’s mostly about “it’s going to happen in a couple of months anyway, might as well get used to it now” thinking.

Well, as long as I have a backup, right?

I enjoyed this video: a couple of fun facts about flying:

• Why don’t we need to lock the doors on a plane?
• Why do we fly so high to begin with?
• Can you really crash a plane with phone interferences?
• Why does everyone (me included) love to drink tomato juice on planes?

I’ve had a nice lazy weekend. These days I can aim for rest, but getting it is a different thing. Between my brain having ideas and anxieties that wake me up in crazy hours in the morning and various urgent matters at work, something as simple as a 10-15 minute nap can become very challenging.

There’s been so much work I couldn’t even organize my notes in the little notebook I carry with me everywhere. I wanted to attend the Micro.blog Analog Tools meetup, which I was invited to, but I managed to forget and napped instead. I had a conversation with my mom on Facetime during the weekend, and only then, through telling her what was going on, I realized how much I’ve been doing this past week alone, as I had to stop one story and go to another that explains it, and then another one that explains that story as well. I was trying to sum it up, and as I did that, I thought: “Wow, this is crazy. Did I actually do all of that?”

There are two personal challenges I’m trying to conquer. The first one is dealing with the new leading role I’m in. I’m back with many people I worked with, but this time, I need to ask them to do things, organize priorities, and talk to their managers to get it all working. While I’ve been in a leading position before, I always lead from within the team as a member. I wasn’t leading by a title. I was just the guy who had the project sheet open and had an eye on the bigger scope. This is now different, and I’m often conscious about other people’s time and the notion that perhaps they can’t be as honest with me as they have been.

The other more difficult issue is that I feel like a fake. Who am I to ask about our security groups in Active Directory next to a sysadmin who’s done their job for over a decade? How can I ask someone to prep workstations if I forgot how to do it myself? Why was I chosen for this role at all? I’m familiar with imposter syndrome, and I think I wrote about it here before, but I don’t like to fit feelings and thoughts into neat little boxes. It helps to know that someone else made the choice because they thought I was a good idea for this role. It’s also good to have some anxiety going on to keep me on my toes and have me learning new things and re-learning old ones.

One thing I can say for sure is that rest or even slowing down was not something I allowed myself to do throughout the week and parts of the weekend. Having a weekend like I just did was well-earned. And another thing: I think I’m done talking about how I feel in this role for now. Venting about something is OK, but it’s enough now; reminiscing and repeating the same points is not something I want to keep doing.

Pen VS Pen: 🖊️

my favorite pen of several years at the top. The one I’m testing at the bottom. Both are similar gel 0.38 mm pens. My two partners got the same combo each. I will compare notes (pun intended) after a week. Who’s going to win?

My name is easily mispronounced because of how it’s written. Many years ago while I was still in elementary school, my father traveled to the US and sent me a gift. He wrote it down phonetically, the way he thought it should be pronounced, and it stuck.

For most of my life in the US, which is most of my life in general at this point, I didn’t bother correcting people. I never cared for it too much, and with time, it started working as a natural filter: those who were close to me or wanted to get to know me bothered to ask, while others who just shook my hand once every couple of months were out of my social club, which included knowing how to say my name correctly.

Only recently, I realized how selfish I’ve been. While I don’t care that much, people around me do. How embarrassing it must be for someone who works with me to be corrected - and usually by someone else - for something they assumed was correct for years! For a long time, I dismissed the cringes in their faces with a smile, assuring them it was OK, that it always happens. While true and I honestly don’t mind, it doesn’t mean they don’t feel bad about it.

Yesterday, I received the monthly invitation to participate in Micro.blog’s analog writing group from the excellent Halsted (if you’re into writing reading and books, definitely give her a read). It takes place on Zoom, and Halsted has a couple of good tips for participants, which I adopted immediately. One of them - you guessed it - is to include a pronunciation of your name with namedrop.

While I chose not to use this particular service over privacy concerns, creating a quick recording of my name and hosting it as a WAV file somewhere on the web is easy enough. I now have my email signature include my pronounces (this is another important thing: while you may be OK with people defaulting your pronounces to she/her or he/him, they might worry they misgender you, especially if you work in a workplace that is LGBTQIA aware!) and a public link on Google Drive with a recording of me saying my name. Wallah! No more cringes.

I’ve never been good at talking to strangers. As kids, our mom always trained us to stay away from strangers; my grandparents had the same mentality, more or less. These days, I feel there’s a certain deficit.

On one end of the spectrum, there’s always been the issue of striking up a conversation with a girl I liked. That’s a whole topic in itself, one I’m still dealing with today, but the issue arises also in more subtle situations.

As I made my coffee this morning, I thought about the person who carefully packed the beans into the paper bag and wrote “Italian Espresso” in a quick yet precise cursive. They were skinny, probably in their 20s, covered in individual small black-inked tattoos of various animals and flowers. Sometimes, my bag gets readied by a man in his 60s who stands out among the otherwise young folk in the store. He sometimes asks me to repeat my order, and I find that it’s usually the same coffee names I need to repeat. I think it’s my slight accent that confuses him.

I find both individuals and the other folks in that store interesting. They always work there, and I come there often enough to know their work style. I’d like to know their names, maybe how long they’ve been working there, how they like their coffee in the morning (if they drink it then or at all), and in general, what other roles they play in their lives besides being coffee experts. How to do that, though, I have no idea.

As a man about twice the age of most of them, I understand that striking up a conversation might be interpreted as inappropriate interest. I don’t blame them for that, unfortunately. At the same time, however, I’m not sure how to get past that. I wish I could say something like “I come in peace” and let them know at the same time that if anything I ask or say makes them uncomfortable, I’d understand and back off - but it’s not something you can bring up without sounding weird in a bad way, or even creepy. So, for the most part, I smile slightly in gratitude and get out of the store. But I can’t help feeling that at least to an extent it’s a missed opportunity.

Another interesting article in the “they don’t make them like they used to” series (see this previous post, and this one). Hat tip: Jeff Atwood.

I’ve Become Absolutely Obsessed With Ralph Nader’s Pens. Join Me on My Continuing Investigation. nytimes.com

I woke up from a long nap, and I’m almost 100%. Whatever that thing was, it’s gone now. Has a pretty weird out-of-it night with dizziness. The weather is perfect now:

In this kind of weather, I can wear shorts or pants, and when I walk outside, I can wear a hoodie but a T-shirt is also fine.