Outfits from spaaaace

I got to show off some of my favorite pieces during the SpaceApps challenge this past weekend.


With Cristina on Friday night. (ref)

With Ron on Saturday. (ref)

Making waffles Sunday morning in an Apollo bow tie. (ref)

Tights are from Black Milk (thanks, Nathan!), dress from All Saints, necklace and earrings were made for me by the always amazing Libby Bulloff, tie and bow tie are from Cyberoptix, vest is from Last Wear.

I’ll actually tell you about the event over on GWOB.org, but I really wanted to flounce for a moment.

Diatribe

I’ve been really upset the past few days. Some people have seen it on the Twitters, but I’ve been pretty quiet about what context I’ve been in. But might as well do the full explanation. I’m in Silicon Valley (Fremont, to be exact), tho I’m now packing up my bags. I was here to take a CompTIA class covering A+ Net+ Security+. I actually don’t have the knowledge base in these areas, despite running in crowds that would find these certs a piece of cake. I’m good at teaching myself (see this other entry), but I utterly fail to take the time to do so. I also do incredibly well in standardized learning environments, despite fighting against them as a major part of my Life Objective.

So I signed up to do this bootcamp thing to acquire a baseline of knowledge to work from. I needed to know the terminology, the basic infrastructure to even know where to begin. And I did get that. But I also got a slap-in-the-face reminder of how spoiled I am in the rest of my life. Of how fucked up the world (still) is.

It was weird enough to be in a hotel instead of crashing on a friend’s couch. A hotel where they *really* want to change your sheets and towels every day. A hotel where they have a TV in every room, and play one loudly in the morning over hard boiled eggs and huge-bag cereal. I heard news reports on books, and on e-mail hacks, and celebrities. We go from artificial environment to artificial environment. There are no sidewalks, only expanses of parking lots and highways. There are two strips of grass between the hotel lobby and the gas station/Subway where we’re expected to get our dinners each day of our 10-day stay.

My classmates are from all different walks of life, from nursing facilities to military to bit torrent servers. There are a couple of us in here that don’t need the cert, are here because we wanted to learn something – most are here because it’s necessary for work or due to hard times in other professions. The ratios are skewed male, as might be expected. It’s also skewed for the South and for military. We’ve been drinking beer together in the evenings, studying, and teasing each other. We don’t talk about politics. We don’t talk about god. Yesterday, some of us went to an In-And-Out Burger since Connecticut hadn’t been before. Yes, we’re simply referring to each other as our geographic origins. Except me.

The class is a shot-gun to the test, with very little actual instruction but rather meaningless stories to fill air time while we pile through practice tests. The only two things I’ve gotten out of it are how laser printers work and how to figure out subnetting. Even the rote method I could handle, tho it’s aggravating. It’s that the instructor is so painfully a joyful participant in everything that is wrong with the world. He’s a sweetheart and he’s kind, so I don’t think he’s doing these things to get my goat, as it were. I think he’s genuinely invested in the same system that keeps him down. And it reminds me of Catholic school, of parts of my small town, of the world I fought with tooth and nail every day until the current #postgeographic enchanted bubble.

Anytime he mentions someone who does computer work, the masculine pronoun is used. Anyone who is naive in the ways of computers has a feminine pronoun. Anyone who is on a network without explicit permission is a “bad guy”, without any discussion of MAYBE the SYSTEM is the fucked up part. That playing in your environment is maybe a good thing. And when talking about protocols and using the understandable metaphor of different languages and a translator, he then makes it awful by saying English is a Good Guy language and NOT English is Bad Guy language. And then, I shit you not, explaining that people that don’t speak the Good Guy language were going to take down the network. Maybe that network was a military network. And a few minutes later making a reference to 9/11 and to be wary of leaving paperwork on desks because maybe someone on the cleaning crew wasn’t actually on the cleaning crew.

I had asked him one-on-one, while others were at break, to please not refer to EVERYONE who explores a system as a Bad Guy. He told me anyone who entered a system who wasn’t permitted WAS a Bad Guy. I told him we would just have to disagree, then. He slowly explained his point again. I told him I understood but disagreed. He explained again, nearly with the exact same wording, but more slowly. I gritted my teeth and sat down.
I finally snapped today. He said that people now get locked out of their work environments immediately when giving their 2-week notice instead of having a good-bye party BECAUSE OF THE INFORMATION AGE, not because their boss didn’t trust them. I said, no, it’s because their boss doesn’t trust them. It’s standard these days, he said. That doesn’t make it right, I said. We went back and forth for a bit. It escalated. I explained that his blanket statements, including this one, were not true and not ok. A classmate added in gender and assumptions of competence. He got defensive, saying it’s “just the way it’s done. You’ll hear this everywhere.”

Which leads us to this diatribe. THAT IS NEVER AN OK ANSWER. That is part of what leads a race to the fucking bottom. “Oh, I’ll just go along with the flow without thinking about it” is, in my eyes, every goddamn thing that is wrong in the world. We are culture. We create the things we use. We create the systems we exist in. And not taking an active role in that allows crap solutions to continue existing.

This whole experience has just been a manifestation of everything I see as being wrong with the “real” world. Teaching to the test. Ambivalence allowing bigotry to seep into the everyday language of people. Stereotyping because it’s easier than exploring nuance. And always, always, the resounding silence of people who haven’t learned yet to speak up for what they believe in. Or worse yet, haven’t yet discovered that they CAN believe in something. I’m not upset with the instructor, or the program. I’m upset with the system in which they can exist, are necessary, can thrive. So I walked out of class to vindictively ace my Net+ cert. For my next trick, I’ll do the same for Security+. And then roll my sleeves back up and keep trudging away at altering the education system through geek social responsibility and active citizenship.

Learning Sans School

Teaching yourself new things is hard. I mean, concentrated, intentional learning. Not picking up bits and pieces over the course of days and weeks during everyday interaction.

Right now, I’m learning Python, and about TCP/IP, and German.

Things I’ve learned about learning:

  • <3 to 3 and C for essplaining

    Bite sized chunks. My brain can handle about 30 minutes at a time, then I have to go do something else. So, Pimsler is in 30-minute chunks, youtube videos, and the like. I can get through a Python Lesson or two in that time slot, too.

  • Express what you’re learning in the best way to you. For me, it’s drawing through networks, doing flow charts of Python, and muttering to myself in German about what time you’re going to eat.
  • Check in with someone (hi, Kaleen!). We are professional slackers, and having someone else that you have agreed to explain things to keeps you honest. You also get them to filter out the best parts of their own studies for you.
  • Track it. It’s easy to lie to yourself about how much you’ve been doing (either way more or way less). I use a simple thing called JoesGoals. I can see when the last thing I did something was, if I’m spending too much time on any one thing, or not enough on others.
  • Care. I care about TCP/IP because I think what networks people chose to put in place will be indicitive of how they view the world. I care about Python because I’m tired of asking other people to write things for me without understanding it myself. And I care about German because I want to not be a hick American that can’t speak the language of a country I aim to spend a lot of time in. Also, slight crush.

Some fantastic friends have taken time to explain through some things with me, send me puzzles and questions. Everyone has been incredibly supportive.

The hardest thing for me has been making the time. Given my schedule, and all the pressing things at hand, it’s hard to take time for myself. So I’m trying to go easy on myself – know that I’m not going to stick to this every day, but I can most days. And that taking time to improve my brain is worth it.

Some resources for everyone:
German:
CRE : Tech and politics : German podcast
Die Seite mit der Maus : Kid’s program about science
HR : another German podcast. Still don’t know quite what it’s about, but it’s good to hear structures.
Sesamstraße on YouTube
Thanks, Fabienne for the fantastic recommendations

Python:
Learn Python the Hard Way
Khan Academy : their CompSci lessons use Python

TCP/IP:
Wireshark : lets you capture packets easily and analyze them. Also has a nice wiki to start learning things.

Fighting

I spent yesterday morning drinking amazing coffee out of a sparkle cup, sitting at kitchen table with a Pirate Parliamentarian. We talked about motorcycles (he’s getting ready to ride along the coast of Italy for the weekend), the SOPA/PIPA blackout (it hadn’t started yet, as it was still pre-midnight in America), and me moving to Berlin. Oh man, do I want to. I mean, as much as I care to move anywhere besides Seattle. And then the nail in the coffin – if I only have bases from which I travel, why not just add Berlin into the mix of those bases? Seattle and Berlin. As the plane comes in over these fair cities, I look down and think “I could stay here.”

And then the SOPA blackout unfolded, and I saw my friends laugh and pontificate and fight. Seeing @herderpepedia did it for me the most – the people for whom information has been democratized to such a degree that they don’t even think about it, how they freak out when their oxygen is removed. It made me think about the fights my parents have been a part of, and what sorts of impacts were made. Dad as one of the main organizers against the Vietnam “War.” Mom fighting for feminism. Both fighting for Unions, and Sex Ed in schools, and for alien rights. They did huge, amazing things in Ann Arbor and in Chicago. And then, when those fights were “won,” they went back to the town my father grew up in and are still fighting there. Often for the same things, the news that those fights had been won never reached these “pockets” which are actually most of America.

I began to wonder where I would be most useful in life. Is it better to do great things with the choir, or teach the people who don’t get it yet? The hacker scene in Berlin is amazing. They have a fucking Pirate Party, for fuck’s sake. They have a massive hackerspace community. They have grass-roots ISPs and are actively working on getting Satellites into space so everyone can have free internet. I have dreams here about a (not so strange) future where Berliners wage information wars against other countries while the city is bombed for ensuring everyone has a voice. (I’m wary of using the term “information war” here, as communication is both a human right but also a political act. Bombing is certainly an act of war.) I would do great things here, be amongst amazing people, and completely fail to reach all but the most involved. Sure, our combined impact might create ripples that reach far and wide. But I’m wary of the assumption that things will “get there” without direct involvement.

So I’m going to continue what I do, for now, traveling and evangelizing and throwing my brain and my charm at a Past that is Broken, dragging the Future kicking and screaming into the fray. But later in life. When there are people who are crazier and more energentic and smarter than I am… then I will move to a tiny town (maybe the same one I grew up in – the same place my father was raised and he and my mother live now) and become a teacher. Corrupt the children. Teach them that It Gets Better, because they will make it Better.

Now, let’s extrapolate this idea a bit more. What about organizations? What about groups of people that are from The Past, who are Fat Cats, who are disconnected from reality and humanity? Are they worth talking to, or do we distain them, leave them to wither and die in the dregs of their own morals? Do we talk to them, influence them, bring the Future with open hands and hearts to them? We forget, in our Bubbles of Awesome, that many folk listen to what is said by these (non-awesome-kind-of) Dinosaur Leaders. If we can influence them, we do create ripple effects. Gaining status and the trust associated with it, and Having Things to Say means you are listened to, not just by your own choir. And isn’t that the point?

Think about this in regards to SOPA, and Dan talking to Congress. Think about this in terms of Telecomix talking to Guttenberg. Think about this in regards to DARPA wanting to fund hackerspace projects. These lines are blurry, but it is irresponsible of us to simply take the people who already “get it” and leave the rest in the cold. That is intellectual class war. It is also a more standard class war, as it assumes access to computers, an environment which encourages breaking and learning, and the free time to participate in this culture. No one knows you’re a dog on the internet, but you have to 1) have a computer 2) know how to type 3) know how to get on a social platform 4) know how to not be a dog.

I end this entry sitting with my laptop, listening to music from a member of my Post Geographic Tribe. Stickers are strewn across the floor, shadows are cast on the walls, and tomorrow is full of adventure. Selfishly, I know I’ll enjoy this fight, whether or not we win. But I hope we do. Are you fighting?

Berlin and Vienna

Oh man, having so much fun in Berlin and Vienna.

Gave a talk at 28c3. (also love these two talks.)

Was on the Queer Geeks panel.

Wrote about Metalab.

Found out that Vittana ad from my last post has been airing on Hulu and such. That’s kinda weird.

Seriously big things afoot with GWOB. Kind of terrified about that. But excited. It’s really hard to contribute to the field of humanitarian response without also further complicating things.

Adoring being around my postgeographic tribe for so long. Almost teared up when I overheard Skytee at the bar say I was part of the Tribe here. Also so much time with Dan, Rubin, Fin, Meredith, Jimmie, Fabienne, Astera, Stephan, M@, etc. Getting to know Arthur and Isis and Miloh. So so so spoiled. But I miss my Seattle. I miss robot hands and hair dye parties and dinosaur truck adventures.

Able to type with both hands again. The scar is healing up. 1 plate, 3 screws on each side, and 1 extra screw holding my bone to itself. But physical therapy is going well. So that’s… cool.

Learning python, working with wireshark, learned about GPG, doing my German lessons. I am excited about my brain being full up of things.

And here is a video I cannot stop watching / song I can’t quit listening to:

What does education mean to you?

As you all likely know, my intent is always towards education. I don’t mean traditional systems, though that works for some folk quite well (myself included). I mean the simple act of learning. The fulfillment and deepening of curiosity. It means an engagement with the world that can only be temporarily dimmed by complacency. It means the survival and prosperity of individuals, their community, and the superorganism we all compose together. But for me it’s one simple idea:

Education is the best possible fulcrum for social change.


Everyone interacts with it, even if it’s explicitly not to. Everyone agrees our current systems are broken. And through the examination of those systems, we come to understand our cultures, and how we are affected by and effecting those cultures.

I’ve gotten into 50-comment-deep threads on Google Reader before (sadface to my recently departed favorite social forum) about this sort of cultural awareness, so let me explain a bit more.
I can support whatever choices someone is making, even if I don’t fully get it or if it doesn’t seat well with my personal world view. I can only do this, though, if they have examined those choices in light of other cultural knowledge. I respect the Catholics of Seattle I’ve met because they have also understood science, Greek mythology, and what they personally get out of religion. They have educated themselves about many aspects of culture and decided what works best for them.

This is what got me into Transhumanism – that we are at a point in our evolution where through awareness, we can become self-determining. It’s why I have “we are the machine” as my first tattoo – our interactions with each other are what set us going in certain directions. That is ultimate compassion and ambition.

So. This brings us to the most recent Brainmeats podcast. It’s me and Lisha; James Carlson, my mentor and founder of Bucketworks; Beth Kolko, awesome education hacker at University of Washington; Pete Hall, another amazing education hacker, though in Auckland; Dale Dougherty of MAKE and various hands-on education initiatives; and Kushal Chakrabarti of education microloan foundation Vittana. I have the absurd pleasure of calling each of these folk “friend,” some even “dear friend” or “partner in crime.”

Kushal is doing a blogger challenge right now for Vittana. You should check that out, plus the student I just supported, and get in on one or both of these extensions of opportunity. Those of us who are privileged enough to be able to choose between if school works for us or not, and how we will pay for it if we do, have a responsibility to offer those same opportunities. How often can you say $25 changed someone’s life? I lose that in the dryer every month.

This blog post is part of the Vittana “Make a Difference” blogger challenge. The contest invites bloggers from around the world to discuss various ways to make a difference in the world, as well as share stories on who or what has made a difference in their lives.

The winning blog post will be the post that drives the most loans to students in need. Please support this cause (and this blog!) by making a loan in my name: “Willow Brugh.” Be sure to type that in when you reach the checkout page (example screenshot) The more loans you make the more educations get funded and the more recognition and traffic my site gets!

Please support this blog and contest by using this special link to tweet about it (You can edit the tweet before it’s posted, but make sure this link (http://bit.ly/s5beTT)and the hashtag #vittanachallenge is part of the tweet or Vittana won’t know you tweeted about me!)

I seem to have broken my arm..

So I seem to have broken my arm. And as one of the things I seem to be good at is making is presentations, I got you this thing.

Some stories for you:

When they wanted to take my blood, I had the option of having them cut off my conference bracelets or them digging. I chose digging.

When they found the vein, my blood was super dark. When commented upon, I explained that I was Goff.

The tech holding my very broken arm in very painful positions wore an orange camo lead apron. I insisted on the pink heart-covered one.

Two students and one doctor set my arm. This was the one part I couldn’t look at. Then I hear “you hold it in position and I’ll get her from the other side.” Of course I said “that’s what she said” and then they had to wait for me to quit giggling so I wasn’t shaking.

Love to those who saw me in the ER and who have been feeding, amusing, and petting me. The plate goes in my arm in just over a week. I’ll talk to you more later about being vulnerable and accepting help from friends, but for now I’m angsty enough at the typing.

Farewell, Dear Reader

My favorite social forum has been Google Reader for a good couple few years now. Honest discussion, silly trolling, and safe exploration have been its key features to me. I remember forcing myself to notice how seamlessly they integrated the comments feature, how it became an intrinsic part of my life easily in exactly the way puberty didn’t. We talked gender, culture, ideals, memes, and love. I saw romances unfold and collapse, revolutions half start and dissolve or evolve, friendships be shaken and cemented.

It was a safe place because I could say who had access to my shares and comments, but also see how “outsiders” interacted on the shares of dear friends. It was intellectual and thought-provoking because it was based on content, not social exchanges. It introduced people dear to my Tribe in a way that was based around shared ideals and interactive thoughts, not popularity or witticisms. And most of all, it was a way to normalize my friendships and emotional connection during constant travel. I always knew, no matter what timezone I was in, that someone had shared something, commented on someone else’s shares, and would have the consistency in character and access that geography and timezones made cognitively dissonent otherwise.

I’ve laughed at the persistent humor and intelligence of friends left in other geographies. I’ve seen and cherished the exploration and shift of gender, sexuality, and relationships of tender souls. I’ve learned about fashion and pleating and nails, things I never would have cared about but now find fascinating. I’ve trolled about Juggalos and claimed BUNK. This medium has allowed me the closeness of connection, the vulnerabilities, and the rejoicing that closely approximate real life. To someone whose “local” is geographically distributed, this has meant the world to me. It let me determine how public I was, and that is a rare and beautiful thing. And now, in yet one more place, my friendships and thoughts have become a commodity.

Apparently the same usability exists to people on G+, with some changes to make people “click” more instead of delving deep into the content, assessing, and responding. It’s more public, more based on how many followers you have. As someone who is fairly well-followed, I will be clear that the only way I can be as awesome as I am is because of my core group of dear friends. My dear friends who, as cristobat (of course a sharebro) says, “you don’t have to be cool around.” My dear friends who I can share a post about disaster response next to an image one of my kinks next to an article about cyborgs and their only response it to comment honestly about each in a way which honors, questions, and builds upon those aspects of my Self.

I can’t join G+ because I have an odd name, and risk losing acces to the other tools of theirs I use. Yes, they’re allowing pseudonyms soon, but there will be several weeks at least in the interim. Google, why are you succumbing to a broken system of “clickiness” instead of standing up for the very real, very dear exchanges that occur on your established tool? It’s like a city cutting taxes by removing the arts. Sure, it benefits a few people in the short term, but the long term societal effects are disastrous. I thought you would be better than that. I guess I was wrong. A strong and informed community would have been more beneficial to you in the long run than any capitalistic metrics of potential consumers ever would.

I uploaded screencaps of some of my favorite GReader exchanges. You have to be a friend on Flickr to see them, because they are sensitive. Ping me if you don’t have access and think you should. You can also see the Lexicon for an index of ways we’ve interacted and might one day interact again in the future.

Farewell, Dear Reader. It’s been great.

Serendipities

Wandering a museum full of the works of friends and collegues, none of which was really made initially as art, but as a way of interacting with the world — which is of course art. Explaining to a Cuban gentleman via a translator how a QR code works. He had never seen a smart phone before. My aunt smiling in the background, pleased at culture being created and shared across generations and experiences.

Searching for a can of lentil soup. Forgetting for a just a moment what city I am in, knowing only that this grocery store is like so many others, and yet so distinctly different. It’s one of those that tries desperately to be Local, but comes across as universally green washed (and delicious). Am I in a gentrified part of Berlin? In a Queen Anne shop in Seattle? In Williamsburg in NYC? Oh no, this is San Francisco. What is transit like here again?

Same person who put me in the plane JFK>SFO is waiting to pick me up in DCA. The mayor of my layover airport has a user image of a “FALL RISK” bracelet, exactly like the two put on my wrist in SFO for very charming and different reasons.

Watching friends all over the globe support and participate in protest, mourning, joy, and creation. Comments to track police activity next to posts about beautiful tattoos next to well wishes next to waking remarks from people 6 hours in the future. A new dear friend making me laugh from 2 time zones away by anthropomorphizing autocorrect. We’re not settling on simply stating what is wrong, we are creating what will take us into the future.

Finding a love note of sorts wrapped tightly around a nerd pin, lodged in a film canister, deep in my luggage. It’s written on a Berlin rail pass, making the heart strings twinge in more than a few ways.

There have also been incredibly long walks, and blue hair on dead trees, and robotic hearts sent over the ethers. I’ve used 3D displays, been handed 20 Kroners by an Icelander, tied balloons to a man in a denim suit, and played skeeball by the Atlantic.

Seattle in another 30 minutes (this will be posted later, no doubt) – one of the only two places I think “I could stay here” whenever I land. Here are my closest friends, my motorcycle, and a bed I bought. There are things called hangers, and a desk with a filing cabinet, and a cat next door.

And now I’ve landed, and been greeted in the rain by a kind heart with a lovely smile. And someone took a scrub brush to my apartment, and there are fresh flowers and local milk, and the windows have been open just long enough for a breeze. There is also a ninja sword and a surprisingly interesting bottle of wine. What a lovely life, all the parts. I may be the luckiest robot on this pale blue dot.

Postgeographic Sexuality and Hacker Pants

So I gave a talk at Arse Elektronika and here’s the prezi. I’m pretty damn proud of it.

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Thinking about the explicit nature of geek relationships (lulz) makes me think about the perception of geeks being socially inept. I don’t think it’s the case. People who tend to be geeks are incredibly cognizant of their interactions with people, pieces, and ideas. It’s that breaking systems means caring less for all the sections of those systems, and seeing the value in social niceties goes away with contempt for anti-intellectual culture.

Basically what I’m getting at is that I’m interested in geek sex. And not just in having it, but studying it! We had a fantastic conversation later in the day of Arse about Citizen Science for Sex Studies. I’m seriously considering doing a full-blown (again, lulz) sociological study on Hacker Pants. I’d want to know about disclosure, dark humor, consent, defining queer, gender roles, etc. What would you want to know about?