Techie Miscellani Posts

Lady, put your hands up where I can see them, and back away slowly from the wanderlust. I mean by gawd.

Did I mention that I’m traveling again this week?

Woops. Yes, tis true.

I’ll be at the most excellent SXSW conference again this year and in a returning cameo role as a panelist!

Dude. I fricking feel like Charo on the loveboat.

No seriously.

And if I wasn’t already set up for pure tom-foolery (is that a word?) my panel is in the morning and on the first day.

Now, the panel subject is titled
“Better Blogging Brainstorms”

I realize that the name of this panel sounds a little bit like a dissertation on the qualities and varieties of belly button lint and how it may vary seasonally based on one’s raw food consumption & fuzzy sweater proclivity.

I’m confident it’ll be quite more entertaining and insightful than that though it has triggered for myself a number of questions on what is to be considered good content, better content, and among the best in content.

For myself, having blogged for 6 years and drafting a post that apparently has been received as being canonical I’m never sure of what may be considered good content or skill sets for better content. I know what content and blogging works well for me. I know what I like to read and view and absorb and respond to.

But you, dear friends, are not me.
And while you may like The Office, I will suffice my joys in humor with the delightful car crash referred to as Flavor Of Love.
A lot of it is a matter of taste.

But on the flipside, as a producer of content, I am more inclined to lean to a philosophy of writing a la Stephen King. I mean, the man’s produced a few damn brilliant and lovely pieces of work. But he’s also generated a whole new jersey cess pool of puscoated stinkers as well. But being prolific has its advantages. You do, afterall, have a better liklihood of creating something interesting, writing something entertaining, or resonating with someone on a whole new level.

That is, afterall, one of the brilliant reasons why I so “less than 3″ the internet. (That would be <3 aka a heart tilted sideways for you non-l33t jigga wah? fools)

And your thoughts on this subject?

I’m sure we’re going to have some interesting and stimulating banter of the subject as I’m pleased to be sitting on a panel with some pretty nifty folks.

Cameron Barrett
I’ve met this man at SXSWs previously and I have a picture of him looking as if he’s got some weird brain sucking thing happening with Jay Allen.

Helen Jane I’ve crossed pixels with this woman in the past for some silly blog reallity game shenanigans that this dorkbot was responsible for.

Tony Pierce who is one ridiculously scintillating and talented writer. Charming as all heck in person to boot.

The panel will be moderated by Ms Lisa Sabater who is the evil mastermind at Culture Kitchen.

Now before you go claiming that this little post and linklove is a digital clusterf*ck, pre SXSW,I beg you to set yourself down for a moment and think here.

Were there any drugs involved? No. Were there any biological fluids exchanged? No. Did anyone get chlamidya that wasn’t already there from burning man or a Consumating date gone regretfully wrong? No. Did anyone have to bury a dead hooker in their backyard and pretend that they were holding a memorial for their exboyfriend’s rottweiler. I think not. And if the police ask me, that’s my story and I’m keeping to it.

Barring all that and if I have anything entertaining to say during my panel, you betcha that you will have considered it *waving one finger in the air with all sass and attitude* broughten by end of session. (Grammar geeks, is that future perfect sentence or what?)

And oh yeah. Worse comes to worse, I’m bringing my cowbell.

Huh?

So Google’s logo today is in braille because today’s the creator’s bday?

Oddly enough my laptop screen does not have bumps. Nope. Not at all. Not even for when I’ve accidentally sneezed on the screen.

I’m v. confused and not sure if I should be offended by this if I were blind.

I mean… I’m guessing that 90%+ of the folks who can see probably can’t read braille. And if there were a web browsing application that transforms text to speech, it wouldn’t even work on the google logo image because it’s a gif.

I may be entirely overthinking this.

Lap Pop – It’s Here! Are you coming?

Lapop

Ok ok ok,

So it’s Today,

Are you coming?

Please say yes. I’d be ever so delighted.

So here’s the details.

Oct 20, 2005
Doors open at 7:30
Performances start at 8:00PM
SPACE180 – 180 Capp Street, 3rd Floor (@17th Street), San Francisco
Admission: $7-10 sliding scale

http://www.locusarts.org for details or
http://upcoming.org/event/27151/

Featuring
Confirmed Artists/Performers showcasing include Glenda Bautista, Ernie Hsiung, Courtney Patubo, Robynn Takayama.

Musical guest and blog nerd too Annie Lin.

We’d love to have you there.
I promise it will be fun.
Extra Bouncy Bouncy Cheerful Extra Bouncy Promises of Fun Fun Fun.

No, I really mean it.

And not just because I’m full of duck fried rice and sugar. (no sugar in the duck fried rice, I just had a nestle crunce and it’s well past my bedtime)

*giggles*

See ya!

New car.

New car.

Originally uploaded by minjungkim.


Et Voila.

My new baby.


It’s the 2006 Saturn Ion Coupe

Nothing bad happened to my old car, just couldn’t resist the trade-in option that I was given.

I shall call this car Black Betty.

Most delightful feature so far?
The stereo.
6 CD Disc loader in dash included which will play regular and MP3 CDs with a randomizing option between all songs on a disc or over all disks.

Auxilliary sound jack add in for my IPOD.

20 Options for favorite stations which automatically can toggle between AM, FM, and XM.

Holy Shit batman.

How is it that I’ve never had XM radio before. The meta data (artist/title) displays for stuff off the RADIO.

My car is nerd-core.

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Words or Phrases that Should Exist but Don’t Yet.

Slacker-Savant:

Pronunciation: ‘sla-k&r sa-’vänt, s&-, -’vän; s&-’vant, ‘sa-v&nt
Function: noun

Etymology: Urban America 1980s post Baby Boom Era combined with French, from Middle French, from present participle of savoir to know, from Latin sapere to be wise — more at SAGE : a person of learning; especially : one with detailed knowledge in some specialized field (as of science or literature) who chooses not to appear as if they are capable of or interested in any actual work. Also referring to a person wwho persistantly looks as if they are slacking off but somehow manage extraordinary productivity by leveraging technology or exploiting areas of gross inefficiency within an organization.

Is typically highly resistant or abhorant to conventual management or provintial ideology. One that manages to get “promoted” inspite of themselves when they “save the day” while wearing flipflops and hung over.

Not to be confused with Idiot Savant.
Pronunciation: ‘E-”dyO-sä-’vän, or same as IDIOT and SAVANT for respective sing and pl forms
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural idiots savants /-”dyO-sä-’vän(z) /; or idiot savants /-’vän(z)/
Etymology: French, literally, learned idiot
1 : a person affected with a mental disability (as autism or mental retardation) who exhibits exceptional skill or brilliance in some limited field (as mathematics or music) — called also savant
2 : a person who is highly knowledgeable about one subject but knows little about anything else

Hmmm….

So I’ve been thinking a lot about center pieces.
For no particular reason, really other than the fact that I’d gone to an HBO Rome Miniseries launch event and the centerpieces were particularly huge and I was unable to steal any of them.

At previous events, i’ve been known to carry off a floral arrangement or two. Last night I only managed an apple and persimmon on a stick with a calla lilly tossed in my hair. I don’t know why I do these things.

Anyway, It got me thinking about times/situations when you would *WANT* people to steal your centerpiece.
And that might, perhaps be a wedding or similar celebratory adventure.

If you had a small wedding with time between the ceremony and the reception, wouldn’t it be cool to have your centerpiece have the photos from the ceremony as the party favor? I mean, it’s not like the technology isn’t available to download digital pix from the wedding, adjust them quickly, and then print them out on a photoprinter and then stick them in some sort of centerpiece like arrangement?


I have no reason to be thinking about these things.

Because I still owe you a final writeup on my mischief at SXSW

I’m deluged with guilt for not having completed the last writeup of my mischievous events at SXSW so perhaps that’s a good thing.

I’m just not properlly diligent to go over the list of all the great folks that I met, kissed, rawked out wtih, and enjoyed the immense pleasure of getting to know over Shiners.

I beg you, forgive me. In the interim, my blogroll is growing as are my bloglines subscriptions. I’m getting caught up – yo. One thing at a time.

In the interim, I’d like to share my column piece that will be in the April issue of KoreAm journal re: my experience having spoken on the panel there. (Which for those who want to take note, April is the same month that I’ll be turning a very sexy 31) KoreAm Journal is the magazine that I’ve had the pleasure of writing for over the last four years. My editor, Jimmy, totally rocks.

Here goes:

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Additional thoughts on Work Styles & Leadership by Women

I’ve been meditating more re: my most recent DISC profile analysis and some thoughts that popped out over the Where are the Women in Web design panel during SXSW.

Just some personal thoughts.
Being a professional navel gazer with regards to self actualization and personal development as a blogger, writer, shit talker, amateur sociologist, and pop culture synesthesziast do help with this:

I display the following characteristics in these appropriate environments:

D: Dominance:
Recognized by: High Self-Confidence
Pace: Faster
Gains Security: Being in Control
Measures Progress by: Results
Major Fear: Being taken advantage of, loss of control.
Irritated by: Inefficiency, indecision, slowness
Major Limitations: Selective Listening and Impatience

When planning trips or events, I can be particularly aggressive.
I am more likely to display an aggressive/efficiency focused behavior when I’m under pressure to create a good time/good experience for my friends. My value system directs me to ensure optimal results in terms of mischief; personal documentation; and timeliness. I’m not a dragon lady, per se, but I’m really driven to get things done so that all can have a great time. It’s not that the environment is unfavorable so much as the parameters or constraints by which I work under these circumstances. Examples: Planning the Coachella Trip. Or my most recent planning forays and organization insanity for SXSW.
Rawk.

I: Influence
Recognized by: Talkativeness, enthusiasm, optimism, energy
Pace: Fast
Gains Security: Flexibility/Variety
Measures Progress by: Applause,praise
Major Fear: Social Rejection
Irritated by: Routine, formality
Major Limitations: Lack of follow through

This is an area where I definitely consider my environment to be “favorable.” It’s safe, comforting, and amenable to both my communication style and my penchant for whimsy. This is definitely a behavior pattern I exhibit on my blog or frequently in blogging circles. Any other reason why I have over a dozen different types of post categories out there? And confession: I check my referrer stats and technorati tracks far more than I really should. I’ve often referred to myself as being both lazy and vain. I think this blog probably exemplifies both characteristics to some degree. I’ve refrained more now than in the past from total “persona projection” cam girl-esque behaviors.

But then again, I also flaunt kissing bloggers. Go figure.

S: Steadiness
Recognized by: Friendliness, co-operation, persistence, patience
Pace: Slower
Gains Security: Close relationships
Measures Progress by: Appreciation
Major Fear: Personal rejection, loss of stability, sudden change.
Irritated by: Insensitivity, impatience
Major Limitations: Overly modest, resist change.

Uh. Favorable environment but frequently feeling less powerful than the environment.
That pretty much covers my lack of love life there, now wouldn’t it.
This is why I generally consider myself a safe distance crushaholic but have a general sense of terror when it comes to real commitments and potential changes in my life. Plus I’ve been burned badly in the past. But then again, haven’t we all? I feel most stable when I’m single and not as emotionally invested. Toeing the brink of something as huge as love with a capital L that could really change who I am, how I am, and how I live my life is a very scary situation. I say too often that I’m a fabulous flirt but lousy at dating. This pretty much punches the noggin on why.

C: Conscientiousness
Recognized by: Accuracy, may be cautious, concern for high standards.
Pace: Slower
Gains Security: Preparation
Measures Progress by: Getting it right
Major Fear: Criticism of what they do
Irritated by: Surprises, unpredictability
Major Limitations: Overly critical of self and others

This would definitely be how I approach my writing and art. With regards to my humor pieces, poetry, attempts and chap books, and photography projects. I get so overwhelmed in the minutia of things that I wind my procrastinating my way into failure. I get easily psyched out. I automatically fail by putting unreasonable standards on my ideal product vs my skill set and knowledge to get there. Same goes for anything technical having to do with the web. At this point, I’m terrified of the notion of learning HTML and CSS on my own because I’d want to get it absolutely right and I don’t have the confidence to do this myself. Complete fear of failure or substandard deployment.

Things to note for myself:
The environments are only favorable/unfavorable based on my perception of them.
So I can work on a) modifying or adjusting my perception of them and b) if they are in fact unfavorable; pull together the resources or cajones to make them less so.

Also: I have more control over my environment than I give myself credit for.

Yo.

Hanging with the gorgeous and brilliant Ms Molly tonight and am personally inspired and reminded of a number of important things.

#1. I am not the dumbest person in the room. Neither are you. One should never feel like that and one should never EVER project that one feels like that. That’s perhaps is the most futile self-fulfilling prophecy that no person needs. Get over it. Everyone’s an idiot. And everyone is capable of brilliance.

#2. Real women drink scotch. Oban 14 year single malt.
Biyaaaaaatch.

#3. In retrospect re: sxsw this year; I’ve never had a more rewarding and exhausting experience. The opportunity to speak on a panel about leadership and women in technology; my personal experiences as a minority growing up in the midwest etc etc… I’ll post in detail my story re: what I had to say. My points in summary?:

Everyone has the opportunity to feel leverage and influence over others.
Everyone has the opportunity and responsibility to stretch beyond our immediate comfort zones.
Everyone has fear but fear is a lame excuse for not moving forward and not bringing communities; redolence and beauty to light.
Everyone has something important to say. Listen. Be accessible to listen. And try to speak new languages. Speak geekery. Speak designery. Speak honestly. Speak direclty.
FEAR NOT AUTHENTICITY AND GENUINE EMOTION.
When do we stop feeling like we have to put on a polite personal stylesheet because we might upset or shake up other folks. Maybe the want to be shaken up. Shake that shit up. Shake it like a poloroid pictcha. Yo.
Everyone has a personal stylesheet for various social circumstances. Stay authentic; but don’t fear putting yourself out there.

Everyone deserves to be kissed. Lots. With red lipstick.

#4. There should not be any compromise in perception of myself as an Asian American, or as a Woman, or as a Leader.
So what if i’m the chick running around with lipstick kissing folks? I’m also the one speaking from personal experience on a panel and I also write my experience in a magazine on a regular basisw so I must know something; right? ok. Maybe. I’m also the one who’ll give you the best feedback regarding real world usability and social constructs and application than you will *EVER* get. Talk to me. I love things geekery and will bring it down to the gritty reality mode level to tell you what makes sense and what doesn’t. I do NOT work or live in a vacuum and neither should you. Think about it. Invite me to talk to you about a different total end user-s perspective or feedback on something. I will give it to you unfiltered and that may be something that you will need to bridge the gap between the esoteric geekery and the realworld application. I am a real authentic person who doesn’t hold punches about anything. Fear me not. I am your ally.

#5. People do smile the best after they’ve been kissed. I can now say I’m an authority on this subject.
Kiss someone today. On the cheek, hand, or lips. People need to feel beloved more often. It warms up the bellly in great ways that makes facing the next morn extraordinarily easier.

#6. Rawk out with your Glock Out.
Life is short.
Make it memorable.

Smooches from ms. Molly’s hotel room where we’re drinking scotch and talking shit.

MJ

Wow.

I’m definitely my own social networking application and tracking tool at SXSW this year.

People know exactly where I’ve been and who I’ve met in TOTAL transparency which seems to be an ongoing theme for this week.

My smooches are everywhere.

EVERYWHERE.

And the pix are proof.

SXSW Part II

3/12/05

3:30 PM Attend Blogs & Blockades panel with fascinating information about media and self scensorship in response to media and government restrictions. And how this may move forward to shape politics in both local and international arenas..

5:00 PM Split time between Exploding Dog & Social Software and Shades of Trust panels.

6:00-8:00 The Awful Quest in search of food. For a party of 13. Without Reservations.
“And lo, I shall tell my people to wander the streets of Austin, lost, and forlorn. And they shall hunger. And though they meander from 3rd and Congress around the block in futililty and then navigate their weakened and famished party in a delerious frenzy of progressive crankiness and denial and waiting at restaurant after restaurant, they will continue to walk. And walk. And walk. And the tribe shall become weary and yet they will press on. And thank goodness they wore the right walking shoes. And lo, they shall attempt to depend on WIFI and SMS messaging to reach and coordinate with each other. And Lo, they shall become sated with a walkupto window for pizza and stromboli. And it shall be good.”

8:00 Allowed in to the Frog Design Party.
8:10-8:40 Exclaim “What the Fuck.” Excerpts from comments between my party included as follows:
– “Is this trying to be Moulin Rouge or Cirque de Soleil or Burning Man?”
– “Where the fuck’s the beer. Damn it. There’s just shitty beer.”
– “This multiple room thing makes me feel like I’m in a Vincent Price Movie”
– “Please tell this hippy to shut up.”
– “You wanna pretend that this is the cool room and that we’re on E and like, totally, like completely, ya know, rolling?”
– “I love you man. No totally I love you man. No seriously. I really fucking love you man.”
– “Weird vibe. What gives. Are they trying to create an environment by which people can’t actually talk to each other? Let’s bounce.”
– “What’s up my AzNs?!”

8:45-9:45 PM – Omni hotel lounging. Argue over fucked up billing associated with Jason’s mixed drinks. Upload additional pix to flickr. Laugh for a while. Have the valet dude beg me for a cigarette.

9:46 PM – Rapid Exit prompted by the fact that one of the party, while in the Omni men’s bathroom, completely CLOCKED a dude for trying to mug him.

9:47-10:00 – Exclaim to Kent “Dude you’re so my fucking hero. See! The first brawl in SXSW this year *was not* started by *me*!

10:00PM-1:00AM – Proceed to get drunk at the Chuggin Monkey. I kissed a pirate. I also kissed Katie’s Belly. Headstands and kisses were done. And I am now ready to command folks as appropriate to “Present Cheek!”

1:05 AM – 2:00AM – Hang with other peeps at Paradise Lounge and kiss others as well. Negotiate with bartenders re: how to address after party components.
2:00AM – 2:05 AM – I petted the soft nose of a Police Pony. Yes a Pony. While I had two bottles of open liquor in my bag. PONY!
2:05 AM – 3:15AM – Hanging out in Mr. Dan’s party penthouse with a gangload of folks and trashtalking further.

3:15-3:40 AM – Drive on the Freeway home to Ms. taras. With mild detour to McDs for late night frenchfries. Frenchfries at 3AM are Godly.

4:00 AM – Crash. Hard. No, I mean really hard. Like windows 98 hard.

SXSW Day 1 and a half

3/11/05

6:00 AM – Flight scheduled for Oakland to SXSW in Austin
6:45 AM – Wake up.
6:45-6:50 AM – Curse Violently
6:50 AM – Call SWA while knocking on door of roommate
7:00 AM Drive to airport. The roommate has neither phone, wallet, or pants but will take the care back for me.
7:40 AM Arrive at Airport
8:00 AM Sit on next plane to LA to Austin and text msg friends re: status.
8:00 – 9:30AM – Thank God profusely.
9:30 – 10:30 AM – Layover and eat cheesy pizza
10:30 – 3:00 PM – Fart from the cheese pizza and sleep on flight
3:10 PM : Collect luggage and find Glenda
3:15 PM : Talk to Car rental place and try to see about upgrading to a convertable.
3:20 PM : Continue to beg for car of ultimate coolness “Dude, I got a posse of party chicks and we gotta roll hard this week. Get me something with a sunroof at least. I mean, I promise that I’ll pose half naked on the hood… I can’t be doing that with no gawdamn dodge neon or anything”
3:40 PM Meet up with Mr. Dan
3:45 PM Pick up the vehicle. A pimping brand new SUV with tinted windows, sunroof, and blingy shiny wheels. Immediatley start playing Biggie Smalls and “throwing hands in the air” and “bouncing wit it”
4:30 PM Drop off Mr. Dan at his hotel.
4:40-5:00 Accidentally head east on Cesar Chavez
5:04 – Hit with sudden inspiration, we “Flip a Biyatch” and head over to the Pinata Palace
5:20 – Select el Senor Spongebob Pinata, PInata Stick, Hanging Rope, and loads of candy.
5:21-5:24 – Smuggly giggle and high five re: the pinata
5:25-5:40 – Get slightly lost down townish
5:40 – 6:20 – Get slightly lost on the 290
6:24 – Do a completely illegal uturn and “Peel out all gangsta” on a texan dirt road.
6:30 – Arrive at the Hacker House for Wayward Girls
6:30 – 7:00 Shower and clean and get ready to pimp ourselves out
7:20-8:30 Meet up at Manuels for Mr. Tantek‘s birthday overdrive event
8:40 – Head over to Break Bread with Brad over at Gingerman
8:50 – 9:40 – Sipping multiple Shiner Beers, hanging with folks, meeting and greeting new folks, hugs and kissing, and giggle like mad.
9:40 – 10:30 – Car Karaoke en route to go pick up Ms Nicole. Singing Hit me with your Best Shot Some Ella Fitzgerald, Like A virgin by Madonna, Cole Porter, Boogie Oogie Oggie, etc.
11-2 Return to the Gingerman. Meet up with Ms Christine who is joining us at the Hacker House of wayward Girls and chill further until we depart back to the Hacker House
2:30 AM Giggle to sleep

3/12/05
9:10 AM Wake up
9:20 AM Mumble that Ms. Nicole and Ms. Christine should go take showers first so i can steal a little more shuteye
9:40 AM Nudge Glenda too for antoher 20 minutes stretchy catnap
10:30 AM Arrive at Kick
11:00-12:30 PM Heckle players at Kickball
– You kick like you use Frontpage
– You kick like you use Windows 98
– You kick like you voted for Bush — wayyyyyy to the right
– You pitch like your site doesn’t validate
– You kick like you still use tables
– You kick like you don’t have your own domain
– You kick like a blog about cheese sandwhiches
– You kick like a livejournal full of personality quizzes
– Casey Nicole could kick better than you
– You kick like all your base are belong to us
– Awwwwww 404 DENIED

12:30-1:30 Walk to Pinkies to get a phone charger. Or at least try to with Ms Jane and Ms Nicole. As we walk over there, some guys in a red pickup yell out at us. “Go back where you came from, you Chink mother fuckers.”

1:30 – 2:00 PM. Shake head about that a little bit.
2:00 Zeldman Panel

3:00 PM writing this post.

Even more Pix coming soon.