Shootin’

Today is my bro’s birthday. Pete is turning 31 today. As a gift we all took a pistol shooting class over at Stonewall Range. We have some of my dad’s guns and I wanted to make sure that we can use them safely.

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A few hours of lecture and hand-on gun handling (with just snap caps) started off the day. The list of topics included proper gun handling, general principals, terminology, loading and unloading mainly. We used a variety of guns — both revolvers and semi-automatic — and a variety of calibers and types. It’s a good primer on pistols!

Programming: Is an an art?

I raised some hackles with the previous post about programming being a trade. It’s certainly not like hanging drywall…

So, is it an art?

It shares some aspects of artistry. People talk about code that looks good or is elegant. Those are words that describe art as well.

There’s a key difference though. In most (all?) art forms the person can just do it well “out of the box.” Singing or drawing for instance. Sure, you have voice lessons to make the talent even better; tweaking it to perfection. But I can tell you one thing, I will never be able to sing well. Drawing is similar.

I suppose that programming is an applied art like metal working or architecture. It requires an eye for the job, but the training that guides you to doing it the right way.

Programming: Is it a trade?

Look at the various things that go on in the world of programming:

  • Pair programming
  • Design and code reviews
  • People self-learning the skills needed

The list can go on as well.

A lot of these translate into the same type of behaviors that occur in the trades like electrician, mechanic and carpenter. In all of these jobs you can get all the formal training you want, but a lot of the skills needed come from the on-the-job learning that you get over years of working.

Of course you have some positions that need a lot of the computer science aspect to make things work, much like designing an engine requires a lot of the technical book-learning. Most of the time though it’s just feeling your way through the problem.

Other jobs you go through training to learn a specific skill. In programming (and many of the other trades) you learn how to tackle problems in a very general way. Like other jobs, there are typically many different ways of approaching a problem.

The same way that the trades work through apprentice, journeyman and master in programming you go intern, programmer, architect.

Lack of power

In many ways really.

The literal interpretation, lack of electricity is rather accurate: we have no voltage on the mains and haven’t had it for about an hour or so. Thankfully other things, like the iPad, are still functional.

A different way of looking at it is just an overall malaise. That’s correct as well. At work we’ve all been through a lot. It takes a lot out of me. I’m sure I’m not alone in that feeling.

Finally, it can mean a lack of control. That, likewise, is true in a way. You might say, George, you just wrote about making choices. You’re very right of course. We have inertia. We are the train that just switched tracks. The switch is the choice, but the train continues to barrel down the tracks. The control is nothing more than a nudge.

But power is something we all have. And we all need. We can choose to give it up… That that’s a choice as well.

That is not to say that the train can stop on a dime. It’s not that at all. It’s that you can choose to ignore the switch and take the default, pre-set option.

Power is the balance between the choices and the inertia. Knowing what is possible, and what is not. Power is the force you have to effect change, then applying it.

(side note: I had to end with that last sentence because I can’t ignore the physics definition of power, which is force applied over a distance in a given period of time.)

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Transitions

They’re not just for glasses any more.

It’s moving from one space to another. Moving from one state to another.

Most of the time we spend our time in the same mental place not moving far. Brownian motion subtly jostles us around and give us the mirage of change even if it’s barely happening at all.

Real change happens when you jump from one position to another. Like the quantum states of electrons — they move from one state to another without traversing the areas in the middle. Or on a larger (if still tiny) the tunneling of particles based on the uncertainty of their wave function. That is change.

But it’s not just you that changes. The place from which you left and the place you arrived at changed as well. The electron that tunneled across a barrier gave it’s charge to the other side.

A new equilibrium must be reached all around: the electron, before and after.

Red pill or blue pill

It’s not often in life where you have a say in the trajectory of your life. Normally one plods through life and things happen. Decisions seem to get made, but they are all the right ones — the default “choices.” None of them change what’s going on with your life because you’re already going in that direction to begin with.

There are only a few in everyone’s life methinks.

Like a cat’s nine lives.

I used one 20 years ago changing schools.

I used another 15 years ago when I went into consulting.

It’s not often in like where you perceive you are in the middle of changing trajectories. Last time I was half aware. This time I’m hyper-aware of what’s going on.

I made a choice

I made a choice.

A ride in the rain

Today a group of us from Insurance.com (and alumni) took part in the annual Sweet Corn Challenge put on by Eddy’s Bike Shop. Dan (the instigator), Ata and Greg joined me on the ride.

Dan originally proposed the 50-mile route, but later we decided that the 25-mile option would be a better choice. I think the weather agreed.

I would post up some pictures but it alternated between a drizzle and an all-out rain the entire time we were out riding. Thankfully the rain abated when we rode back to the start/finish for lunch! A soggy pulled pork sandwich wouldn’t be as tasty… not to say any of us wouldn’t have eaten it. (Except for Ata, who I’m sure would opt for the soggy Boca burger if that were the option) But none of those options came to pass and we were treated to a dry lunch.

The ride itself was a lot of fun despite the rain with a good mix of rolling hills and a few challenging hills thrown in for fun. (Ok, I might have a strange idea of “fun”)

Getting out was its own adventure though. The parking lot started off as a bit muddy, but by the time we returned it had turned into a full-on mud pit with cars getting stuck axle-deep in mud. I made it though… the first time the Audi’s been muddin’.


View Sweet Corn Challenge 2010 (25 miles) in a larger map

(We went counter-clockwise BTW)

Guns from my dad

When my dad passed away a year ago he left behind a range of various guns. They lived in my mom’s house ever since he moved back to Hungary. We simply ignored his requests to smuggle the guns in (!) since Hungary has stricter gun laws than the States.

That being said, we have a good supply of guns locked up now. A couple of .22 pistols and a .22 rifle. Two revolvers chambered for .38 special and .357 magnum rounds. Two shotguns round out the lot.

They sat unlocked in a duffle at my mom’s house for years. Now they sit locked in my basement.

So… what’s up with guns? Aren’t they only intended to hurt things?

Well, a lot of them I suppose are.

The .22 Browning on the other hand is just a target pistol. If you shot someone with it it would likely just make them even more angry at you. I pumped hundreds of rounds through it at my uncle’s summer cabin shooting at your ordinary plinking targets.

Fun stuff I tell ya.

That’s one of my best memories of my dad. With that little Browning Challenger.

Today, among other things, I got all of the tools and equipment to clean and maintain all of them.

And I also got something else too. More on that when I go off to the range to try it out. Wink

Rants – a rant

This might just be for me, but rants happen when I’m stuck somewhere and I can’t seem to get out for one reason or another.

Why can’t I get it out?

Maybe it’s because I can’t say. Maybe it’s because it would make like hard on me.

Ranting is what I do what I do as an outlet. Not just me though. If you go to a Subgenius devival you’ll meet more ranters.

Lately I’ve been ranting a lot.

Maybe I’ll stop ranting soon. Hopefully.

The gruntle-debt

Living life something to keep in mind is making sure you don’t get too disgruntled. If you focus on the problems instead of trying to solve the problems then you simply are rehashing things for your own edification. If you are not solving your problems you just looking at them. (If you’re not part of the solution you’re part of the precipitate.)

Disgruntle.

Dis-gruntle.

Removal of the gruntle?

Some people even go so far as to have a gruntle-ectomy.

What if you go into gruntle debt? Actually run a gruntle-deficit?

What then? Do you have to pay interest on that gruntle?

Probably.

Don’t go there. It takes a lot to get your gruntle back.

Change your surroundings before you get that far.

It’s for your own good.