For those keeping track, I made two proposals this summer: one to my now-fiancée and one to my dissertation committee. I’m happy to say that both went very well. This isn’t an autobiographical post though. Most of the people who would care are friends on Facebook, and that’s the topic of this post.
The engagement was first and when the news hit my Facebook profile, I was struck by how many more of the commenters were female. Eight people posted on my wall, all female. 42 people “liked” the news, females at twice the rate of males. My Fb friends are gender balanced (48% female, 47% male, 4% not specified) so I wondered what accounted for the difference. Are females more likely to be happy about an engagement? The comments were gender split 14/15, but counting up all 79 responses, 50 were female to 29 male, still almost twice the rate of reply.
When I passed my thesis proposal, the responses seemed mostly male, but once I counted them out it was less clear. Of 13 comments, 8 female and 5 male. Of 50 likes, 30 female and 20 male. So of all 63 responses, 38 (60%) female and 25 (40%) male. Are women just more supportive? (Or more specifically, my female Fb friends?) Hard to say. It is still striking that there were 8 wall posts from women on the engagement and none from men (and none from anyone on the less romantic proposal). Maybe women are more likely to make that stronger public support (that is the wall post) of love? Dunno, but I do know I managed to avoid working the last 20 minutes while still doing work-like activities.
My good friend Jake sent me a batch of questions to print out and take to a New Year’s Eve party. I got to spend New Year’s 2009-2010 with Jake and really enjoyed answering these questions with a large group of great people. This year, I thought why not answer them with even more people!
Below are the questions for your rumination. Answer them however you like, sincerely or sillily. Or any -ly you like. Note that your answers will be visible (anonymously) to other people who’ve answered, but please don’t let that prevent you from honestly considering the year behind us and turn to the New Year ahead. Without further ado… Read More »
If you sent mail to my aleahmad.net e-mail address in the range of March 16-26 (inclusive) please send it again. My mail receiver was broken those dates and the mail sent then is lost in the ether. Read More »
Sometimes I could kiss my Mac. I love the little icon in the title bar is a draggable proxy for the file. I don’t remember how I noticed this, but it’s very handy. Apple describes it on this Pro Tips page so I’ll use their nice graphic:
So that’s great but it gets better. The file icon subtly indicates whether the file has any unsaved changes, by graying out. (Reading that page, I also learned that the red close button gets a black dot if there are unsaved changes.)
Here’s the thing that moved me to write a whole blog post: right click on that file to see and navigate its hierarchy in the file system. You ever need a file that’s in the same folder as the file you’re working with? Just right click on that icon and click the containing folder. So simple, sorta intuitive, and I can’t find it mentioned anywhere.
I’m in Seattle now and for the next six weeks. I’m working at University of Washington with Prof. Tanimoto, a great guy. Here’s my new address for you to send gifts and attestations of the void created by my physical absence from your life.
Turadg Aleahmad 608 21st Ave E Seattle, WA 98112
I write this from Victrola café. They got some good coffee. The vibe is like a less hipster hyper version of Ritual Roasters in SF’s Mission District.
It hasn’t rained yet today, despite the forecast, so I hope it stays clear through the fireworks. Well, clear as in no water falling from the sky. It’s quite overcast. Apparently, that’s something Seattleans get used to, mostly by mainlining caffeine.
The CS department has its own espresso machine. Not one of those press-the-button rigs like in Wean, but a real professional barista style machine. And everyone knows how to operate it. I hope I don’t return to Pittsburgh a caffeine addict, but I fear that experimenting with shots and foaming will be too seductive to forgo.
This message is to the 20 or so people subscribed to the feed for this blog.
I’ve been using FeedBurner’s Link Splicer to add into the feed a daily grab of my bookmarks on Ma.gnolia. I’ve been keeping those a while, and using the feed to share them with people who want to see the things I like to share.
Since Google Reader added sharing, and now notes, I find that I’m not using Ma.gnolia hardly at all anymore. For real bookmarks that endure, I’m using Foxmarks (which replaces Google Browser Sync because it works in Firefox 3). For timely sharing, that I used to use Ma.gnolia+Feedburner for, I’m using Google Reader.
Tuesday I walked home and found my car up on the curb. I couldn’t possibly have parked that bad and forgotten it? Did it slide on the ice? Some damage on the driver side bumper showed it had been hit and pushed 2 ft onto the curb. No note on the windshield. Crap. Did I mention I don’t have collision insurance?
I go to my mailbox, and there is a note. The driver left their name, car make and year, their insurance company name and 800 number, and their own policy number. There are good people in the world.
And today Jack’s Towing came to tow it to Progressive’s repair facility. I don’t know if I got to speak with the Jack, but what a jolly Pittsburghy guy. And while I was standing next to the tow truck, hearing Jack’s story about a power tripping officer at the impound, a car pulled up with the window down.
“Is that your car?” “yeah, it got hit” “I saw her hit it! She was gonna write a note and I told her to call 911. What if that note fell off?” “Wow thanks! yeah, someone put it in my mailbox for me” “yeah I told her to call someone. what if it had fallen off!”
The TV on the Radioconcert at Mr. Smallswas great. They began by sharing that the singer and lead guitar (the essence of the band) are from Pittsburgh themselves. Even though this was a sold-out show, it then became the most intimate I’d seen at Mr. Smalls.
And now I’m listening to “King Eternal” and at 2:20 in I hear them sing “Pittsburgh, let her shine”. I looked up the lyrics to see for sure, and it’s not what they say, but it’s what I’ll keep hearing.