This could be a longer one
Started: Wednesday, August 23, 2000 20:51
Finished: Wednesday, August 23, 2000 23:26
[Bitscape puts on his Tori cd -- From The Choirgirl Hotel... removes shoes, continues.]
But you don't, don't really mean it
You say you don't want it, the circus we're in
But you don't, don't really mean it
You don't, don't really mean it
Yes, tonight we will be discussing moral dilemmas. But first, a little on the update front.
Today, during my lunch break, I finally got around to signing up for my acting class. Weathered the nasty Boulder Broadway traffic, somehow found my way to the correct University building, filled out the form, and got signed up quite painlessly. Now, between the dates of September 11 and October 30, my Monday nights will be officially occupied. :)
After getting that done, I considered stopping at the drivethru on the way back, and then remembered that I couldn't do so for the same reason that I couldn't buy breakfast this morning: No cash.
Doh! I was already hungry from having skipped the morning meal.
Double Doh! An ATM stop in addition to a drivethru was out of the question, given that I was already going to be late arriving back. Maybe the vending machine, once I got back? Of course, no change on hand either.
Triple Doh! (I suppose I could've attempted to borrow from coworkers, but... I wasn't feeling that desperate, and besides, a little ole bag of chips would probably have only whet my appetite, leaving me feeling more hungry than I would have otherwise.)
Triple Doh! Good thing there's now free soda for all the programming freaks, because if there's one thing I know how to do, it's survive for long periods of time consuming nothing but carbonated liquid which contains little in the way of nutrients beyond the essential caffeine, sugar, and artificial flavor. :)
And survive I did. A surprisingly busy afternoon, really. That was probably good, because it kept my mind well occupied. (That, and the fact that I kept a data channel open with a few other productivity freaks who are likely to be reading this. They know who they are.)
Got home, hung out for a while, resumed communications again with some of the same clan, as well as pondering other issues (which we'll be onto in a second).
Supper time, and I ate several very large helpings of spaghetti with my mom's home cooked sauce, french bread, salad, and.... mmmmm. I don't think I've tasted food that good in a while. Yum. :)
After supper, I just relaxed, did a little surfing, hung out, and got some more food for heavy thought via port 25. (Ok, technically it would've been local port 110 tunneled through port 22, but you get the idea.)
Knowing I don't want to end up in a similar situation tomorrow morning, I got off my ass, took Tobias by the reins, and headed to the ATM. Just for the hell of it, after that, I took the scenic route to Best Buy to look at DVDs and other goodies. On the way, my brain was churning.
I looked through the store, and decided that I already have all the DVD movies that are really worth buying. Besides, after last week's mockery of a court decision, I didn't feel much like sending my dollars to MPAA members, even if my anti-movielog has become something of a joke since I bought my player. Looked through the cds. Nothing there I wanted either.
Even if it weren't for all these silly lawsuits, which have left a bitter taste in my mouth regarding the entire mainstream entertainment industry lately, I didn't want anything. Sure, some of it looked mildly interesting, but nothing caught my eye that I really wanted. That struck me as something of a revelation.
You see, always before, my wants in these areas have exceeded my purchasing ability. I'd go to the record store, look at a cd, and say, "Yeah, that looks like a good one, but I'm not sure whether I want to spend the money on that, or save it so I can buy some [shoes|network cable|movie tickets|what have you]." Tonight, it was like, "Yeah, $15-$20 wouldn't be a problem. But... why? I've got a rockin computer, tons of good cds already, and the best movies to be had on DVD. So... Why?" That's a new sensation. Kind of wierd. I left the store empty handed, and took the scenic route home.
(And yes, I realize that once I'm actually out of this house and paying real rent, utility bills, and having to worry about junk like AMT, it might not be quite so free flowing. But right now, it is, so... it just is!)
Then it was time to ramble.
[From The Choirgirl Hotel cd ends. Bitscape removes it. Ponders a moment. Scans through collection. Inserts Dream Theater -- Images and Words. Play.]
On with the show.
A few days ago, I sent out the following email to a few people I know. I'm going to reproduce it here, not quite verbatum, but close enough so that you get the idea:
Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2000 09:31:41 -0600
From: Ben Kinder <bitscape@festing.org>
To: [recipients undisclosed]
Subject: Moral delemma
User-Agent: Mutt/1.0.1i
I'm sending this because I seek solidarity, advise, and perhaps just a little old fashioned moral support. So I'll get right to the point.
On Friday, the company I work for announced to some employees its intent to begin generating revenue using a method I consider reprehensible -- sickening, in fact. Namely, we're going to start trying to get software patents. (Although the words "sue other people who use 'our' ideas" were not explicitly used, a little reading between the lines, and a possible future scenario similar to the Amazon.com fiasco doesn't seem like that much of a stretch.)
While trying to get at least a little work done Friday afternoon, I couldn't help but spend a lot of time considering just how long I want to keep working there. How can one be a part of an organization which chooses to participate in a program of government-assisted extortion, while still keeping some shred of self-respect? How would I live with myself if an idea I helped create became some lawyer's excuse to bully my geek brethren (or sist'ren) out of distributing their own code?
I am quickly becoming a believer in the theory that corporations, by nature, have no conscience. How else can this sort of thing be explained? As far as I can tell, every person I know there -- as individuals -- are decent, honest people. And then something like this gets announced. Ugly. Very ugly.
I'm not going to do anything rash right now. Not turning in notice just yet. (Even if I did have something else lined up, it wouldn't be cool of me to jump ship in the middle of a project.) In the future, though, if they continue down the dark path, I'm going to have to consider parting ways. Send my resume around, keep my eyes open. Even if it means taking a lower paycheck, trading money for peace of mind is a better deal, isn't it?
In my ideal world, one could write code, make things that are useful to people, get paid for it, and not have to feel like I'm being a party to some shady, underhanded scheme. (And yes, there are other things recently, besides the software patent announcement, that had me questioning anyway, but they're not as egregious, and I'm not going into those now.)
Here's hoping for a brighter future. Peace to you all.
--Bitscape
I'd say that serves as a healthy introduction to our topic for the evening. Saves me having to type and reiterate it all here. :)
So... I got some responses. All of them well thought out. All of them well reasoned. All making good points. All supportive, in one way or another. (Duh. I sent the message to people I know to be my allies -- if not on the specific issue, allies with regard to life in general.)
I know I sort of alluded to the subject indirectly in Friday night's rather odd rambling. Maybe it's premature to be discussing this directly here, but.... since this page has more or less become my own "Captain's Personal Log", albeit a log that's viewable to any and all, I don't want to omit, or even delay, such an important segment. (And yes, I know I have omitted or breezed over some other major things in recent times, but that is by absolute necessity, done mostly to keep other, less 15-minutes-of-fame types from being forced into the fray.)
And so, this has been heavy on my mind recently. I probably shouldn't have to say this, because it should be obvious, but just in case, a standard disclaimer: The fact that I post this is not meant to slight my company, or anyone in it in any way. It is intended as a public reflection on my life, and issues that I am currently struggling with. Since my life obviously intersects with the workplace, I can't help but say some things about it, directly or indirectly, when I post. Still, take it all with a geeky grain of salt. This could all just be "Tales from the back of Bitscape's nutty brain, which have no bearing whatsoever on reality." Or... Yeah, I think the point has been conveyed.
Before we lock the doors
There must be the third and last dance
This one will last forever
Metropolis watches and thoughtfully smiles
She's taking you to your home
It can only take place
When the struggle between our children has ended
Now the miracle and the sleeper know that the third is love
Love is the dance of eternity
It's past my bedtime, and my thoughts are running dry, so I'll try to get through this briefly.
Of the suggestions and ideas, all of which were worthwhile, more than one of the responses was that I should take this to the higher ups in the company, inform them of my views on the issue, and find out exactly what the their intentions are. Then everyone can be clear on where we stand, and make informed decisions based on that information.
(I contemplated saving this whole rambling until after I've done so, but for reasons stated above, I decided that the time to chronicle things was sooner, rather than later.)
The other thing I need to figure out is exactly what I will stand for. Differentiate between things I may not like, and that which crosses my line of tolerance. This patent issue comes very close to being in the "absolutely will not go along" category, IF the intention is to -- like the pirates of old -- go after unwitting victims of an insane system in the war of intellectual property.
It was also pointed out that because the current sad state of the affairs (thank you, idiots in congress), in some ways, it's almost necessary for businesses to become somewhat involved in the tangle if they are to survive. Can that be done without contributing to making the problem worse?
Well, maybe. But it sure ain't simple, especially if you want to legally insure that future decision makers don't screw things up, and start firing lawsuits left and right. Really, a just plain sucky situation.
Bottom line: I need to contact the higher ups. Find out what's going on. Also figure out what my boundries are. Although the former might trigger more butterflies in the stomach, the latter might actually prove more difficult to decide when it comes down to the wire. I mean...
What if the worst turns out to be true? Do I just up and leave, turning my back on all the parts that are good, giving up a workplace environment that I enjoy, a salary that pays my expenses, and work that keeps my mind engaged in a positive way? All over some pie in the sky, idealistic view of the way things should be? No wonder most people aren't into the whole idealism thing.
But then I go back to how it's not all just a bunch of theoretical mumbo jumbo idealism. There are real people who are affected by this kind of crap on a regular basis. In the future, one of those people could just as easily be me.
So, then I think, maybe I don't want to know. Turn my head the other way, go happily about my daily work, and if anything stupid happens, well... at least it wasn't my fault. So maybe I don't even want to go to the trouble of communicating or finding out. Maybe I just want to keep my bliss.
OTOH, as one person pointed out, maybe if I go and meet with the appropriate people, I might find out it's not so bad as I might have guessed. (Assuming, of course, that I trust their word, which I would I hope I could. And if I did trust such individuals, what's to insure future replacements don't have other intentions? That's where another person's idea of legally binding signed documents comes in, but that... adds another level of complexity to the equation. And if I'm that paranoid, maybe it is time to just move on. But I don't want to do that since I like my job, and...)
That paragraph just wouldn't end gracefully.
So, this is indeed a dilemma. However, a wise man once said, "Communication is the key to life." I believe that is the next step.
I gotta rest. This one oughtta keep the content vultures happy for a while. In fact, even if I spend the entire evening tomorrow playing Quake, and skip doing a rambling, no readers will be disappointed after this one, right? Right? ... Right?
Arrggh. I knew it. Never satisfied. I guess that's a fact of life too.
Goodnight world. Sleep beckons.