Archive for November, 2007


a year of photos

About a year ago, I started my own project 365 on flickr, where the idea is to take a photo a day for a year. This week, I took my 365th photo and wrapped up the project (at the time, I didn’t realize it was my last photo or I would have taken a better one). The project was a lot of fun but it was also rather challenging. There were a lot of days when nothing exciting happened and I was totally uninspired. But then there were days where picking just one photo to represent the day didn’t seem right. My day to day life is boring but I’m glad I had an extra reason to document the exceptional days. As intense as the project was, I’m glad I did it – I feel like I’ve learned more about my camera and become better at framing photos and seeing new opportunities for photos. I think I’ve also gotten over people staring at me when I take out my big camera to take a photo. It’s also cool to know that I’ve essentially documented most of my first year in California.

I don’t think I’ll be continuing to take a photo of the day but I’m still going to continue taking photos of the mundane everyday aspects of my life. Maybe a photo of the week?

Dinner in the Mission wouldn’t be complete without a crazy homeless guy screaming random nonsense at passersby. The verbal rampage culminated with him standing outside of Bi-Rite Creamery screaming “oh look who’s been highjacked!” at people eating their ice cream. What could go better with soy chocolate than a helping of SF crazy? Yum! And what a great way to welcome my out-of-town friend!

BAD CREDIT? YOUR APPROVED!

BAD CREDIT? YOUR APPROVED!

I pass by this car dealership almost everyday on my way home from work. I’ve been wanting to take a photo of it for months and I finally got a chance today. I can’t decide what’s funnier – the grammatical error or the fact that it’s been up there for months.

a door handle would be nice

[This is so the "design of everyday things" so I had to cross-post it from flickr] The lock on my apartment door has never felt very secure to me. I always get the feeling that anybody could slide a credit card through it and walk right in. The apartment manager called me up the other day asking how I liked my place and if I had had any other issues with my apartment (I had a never ending list of issues the first month or so when I moved in). I mentioned that I’d like to get a second lock on my door – like a chain lock. She said that they could add an additional lock where my door handle is. I figured what she meant by that was that they’d replace the handle with a handle that actually had a lock in it. I came home last night to find this – they replaced the handle with a second lock – the same type of flimsy lock that I already had. So you now can’t open the door without a key and to close the door you have to slam it shut and hope that it doesn’t bounce back open. AHHHHH!!! I was so mad – I couldn’t believe they did this.

I complained so now I’m back to my old setup – a flimsy lock and a door handle. I’ve never been so happy to have a door handle as I am right now.

I can’t imagine a chain lock is that hard to install. I already have a drill – maybe I’ll get one from a hardware store and install it myself.

HBO has produced an excellent documentary about the UM/OSU rivalry. I just watched it and thought it was extremely well-produced. It goes through the history of both football programs and the roots of the rivalry between the two schools. They even trace it all the way back to the two states fighting over Toledo (who’d fight over Toledo??). It also explains that part of Michigan’s elitism stems from the rise of the auto industry and the wealth that brought to the state. I thought the documentary was fairly balanced – although they did seem to (accurately) paint UM as the better snobbier school and OSU as the redneck school with the crazy obnoxious fans. ;)

There are a lot of times when I take for granted the rich history and traditions that come with a UM degree. Having attended grad school at Michigan, this stuff was all around but it was hard to soak it in when I was so engrossed in our little academic program. I think it was hard to see the big picture of what it really meant to walk by the Big House everyday. It was pretty cool to watch something like that on TV and not only recognize the buildings I was seeing but also know that I’ve walked through them (“hey! that’s the law quad!”).

Oh and now I know why there’s a Yost Arena and a Crisler Arena (I figured they were named after somebody but now I know who).

You couldn’t figure out the “World’s Theory” for yourself? It’s just common sense. Anybody knows, ya gotta keep your worlds apart.

- George explaining to Jerry the “World’s Theory” on Seinfeld – The Pool Guy

If you’re a Seinfeld fan like me (as in you’d rather re-watch Seinfeld over and over again as opposed to watching the crap sitcoms that are on TV right now. TV writers I’m looking right at you – maybe you should go on strike FOREVER), you’re probably familiar with the “World’s Theory.” When Jerry suggests that Elaine take Susan (George’s fiancé) to an exhibit at the Met, George goes nuts stating that his worlds were colliding. For George, Jerry, Elaine, and Kramer represented the world in which “independent George” thrives. By bringing Susan into that world, George claimed that not only did “worlds collide,” they were “killing independent George.”

The worlds collide bit wouldn’t be as funny if there wasn’t any truth to it. We all have different sides of our lives and personalities that we share in different contexts. There are different sides of me that my family, co-workers, and friends see in those different social situations. And that’s the beauty of real-life social interaction – we’ve evolved enough (well, most of us anyway) to know when to bring up something at work or how to act in front of our parents as apposed to our friends.

When I joined Facebook back in early 2005, it was just taking off at American colleges and universities. To get in, you had to be in school (with a .edu email) and at one of the RIGHT schools. At the time, I was in my first year of grad school at Michigan so I qualified. For a certain set of my grad school friends (read – the nerdier ones), Facebook became yet another way to talk about that experience of going to a small grad program. I had little poke fights with people – even though we really didn’t know what the poke feature was all about (and to this day, we still don’t know why its there). Our walls became semi-private places to share inside jokes about whatever off-the-wall information theory we were exposed to that week. If I was still up at midnight on a Monday night finishing up the week’s 502/503 homework, so were many of my friends. And I’d know that because I’d have immediate responses to my wall posts. We’d come in to our 9 am 503 section sleepy-eyed but knowing that we could have had a little more rest had we laid off the Facebook pokes and wall posts. For me, Facebook has always been about encapsulating part of my grad school experience and a way to keep in touch with a certain set of my grad school friends. Unlike my blog, my Facebook profile was only visible to my friends and anybody who went to school at Michigan. Facebook felt like a private online playground – I could be as goofy as I am with my friends in real-life because nobody else was watching.

Fast-forward to summer 2006 when Facebook opened up its doors to anyone. No school or work network? No problem. Umm, but we did have a problem. My worlds were colliding*! People I worked with at Microsoft started adding me as a “friend.” “Well, yes we’ve attended the same meeting a few weeks ago but does that make us friends?” Or, “You expect me to approve your friend request after what you said at THAT meeting?” Acquaintances aren’t friends and neither are most co-workers. Whether online or in real-life, the context of work makes it really weird to hang-out with people you work with. And not only was I being asked to essentially hang out online with people I worked with, I was being asked to expose them to my grad school world. Most of my grad school contacts were strong ties and most of my co-workers are weak ties. And its not like you can reject a coworker’s friend request – that’s a great signal to send at work – “Yes, I may work with you but I don’t like you.”

Some of you may point out that I can always limit my profile to acquaintances and co-workers but that’s just more work. I really don’t want to manage a limited profile and try to make judgments about whom of my co-workers are “safe” enough to see my full profile and whom are not. When it comes to work and Facebook, I’ve essentially come to terms with my worlds colliding. I don’t seek out coworkers but I don’t reject their friend requests, either.

To make matters worse, several of my grad school professors started adding me as friends around this time as well. Let’s just say Classroom Noor and Hanging-out-in-Ann-Arbor Noor weren’t the same. On the one hand, I was flattered when some of my profs still remembered me (that’s saying a lot at a research university) but I was still scrambling thinking, “Oh shit! I hope none of my wall posts say anything bad about that class!” But just like with co-workers, I figured, “Oh what the hell, sure we’re friends. I’ll try to forget about that A- you gave me and that awful group you put me in.”

Fast-forward to this summer when one of my cousins found me on Facebook. That single friend request started a barrage of friend requests from a number of my cousins, many of whom have somehow learned about Facebook. Most of my extended family lives in the Middle East. I’m lucky if I see them once a decade (seriously). I’m not that close to any of my cousins (as the Olsons would say, distance matters!). My worlds were colliding yet again! Not only were my cousins being exposed to my grad school world – they came into it with a different cultural context. In light of the differences between my two cultures (American and Arab), I wondered how they’d interpret my profile, photos, and wall posts. In real-life, I know enough about my two cultures to know what to say and how to act in each distinct context. My Facebook profile doesn’t.

I wish I had a good solution for the worlds collide problem but I don’t. To me, it seems yet another way that social software fails to express the nuances of real-life social interaction. Our daily social interactions are full of millions of IF/ELSE statements that are processed in seconds and without us even recognizing it. It is the sort of complex logic that would take years to code and we still wouldn’t get it right. On the plus side, my worlds colliding on Facebook hasn’t been all bad. In fact, Facebook has humanized some of my co-workers. In recent months, it has also helped me keep in better touch with my family overseas. In the past, my mom was the gatekeeper for that sort of news. Now, I’m all like, “Oh yeah, I knew they had a baby, I just saw the photos online the other day.”

But the final straw occurred yesterday when my aunt’s sister (my aunt through marriage) added me as a friend on Facebook. OH MY GAWD – THE GROWNUPS ARE HERE! WORLDS COLLIDE!

* My former co-worker Anu gets all the credit for appropriately applying the world’s theory to Facebook.

** Apologies for the time stamp of this post. I can’t sleep and when I can’t sleep, I write.

I find the paradox between 24 Hour Fitness’ branding and the reality of their gyms to be rather interesting (read – disappointing, frustrating). Whether it is their TV ads, their website, or their posters, they seem to spend a lot of energy into making you think that it is a fun, cool place where hot young people workout. So, so not true. Here are 10* things (in no particular order) that I find curious and/or annoying at 24:

10.) the man in the leotard who looks like he just walked off the set of The Rocky Horror Picture Show
09.) people who ignore my one elliptical buffer rule – when you’ve got a row of identical unoccupied ellipticals, don’t jump on the one next to me. Leave one elliptical between you and me. That is unless you happen to be Jake Gyllenhaal.  In that case, not only can you jump on the one next to you, we can share an elliptical.
08.) people who wear polos to the gym. Or for that matter, any shirt with a collar. Doing so is like shouting to the world, “I’ve been sweating in this shirt all day at work and now I’m going to sweat in it even more!”
07.) same goes for people who wear jeans to the gym.
06.) same goes for people who wear cargo shorts, cargo pants, khaki shorts . . . really anything with belt loops.
05.) the man who rides the stationary bike while juggling an iBook
04.) the girls who spend more time talking on their cell phone than actually working out.  I’m sorry but are my gasps for air interrupting your cell phone conversation?
03.) people who wear athletic socks with sandals – this is wrong in ANY context
02.) body odor – wrong, so wrong.  Even worse when combined with #9.
01.) people who walk backwards on the treadmill – perhaps I just have treadmill envy

* In honor of their branding (YOU! 24!), I was initially hoping to track 24 things that suck about 24 but I couldn’t think of any more.  Maybe 24 isn’t as ghetto as it seems.

. . . you pull a Meadow Soprano parking job EVEN when you’re driving a VW Beetle*.

* No, I didn’t buy a new car.  I’ve been renting a Beetle all week since the shittiest VW dealership I’ve ever dealt with** has been holding Natalie the Jetta hostage.
** That’s saying a lot when considering I’ve had routine maintenance work done on Natalie at dealerships in Fairview Heights, IL, St. Louis, MO, Ann Arbor, MI, Huntington Beach, CA, and Redwood City, CA.

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