Gardella, 06

July 25th, 2010

Gardella took five years to finish his undergraduate degree. He was in two intense programs of study–a degree in Politics and Philosophy (P&P) and a secondary major in Russian. He started learning Russian the summer after his sophomore year, putting him behind the requisite three and a half years of language classes. It wasn’t just the workload that kept Gardella busy. He played clarinet in the university orchestra, he was active within his own political agenda (Anarco-Syndicalism). He also had a tendency to stress himself out over the possibility of failing. In his worried state, he would be unable to concentrate on work. His academic experience was littered with extensions out of which brilliant papers would be written.

In his junior year, he began going out with Amanda, an economics student who had only just stopped self-identifying as a NeoCon. While her new university friends spent 2004 campaigning for Kerry/Edwards, she proudly displayed a “Bush/Cheney” sticker. She would share, excitedly, about when she met Dick Cheney at a rally and he shook her hand. She was the youngest person in the crowd, she guessed, by about thirty years. After their initial expressions of interest, Gardella seemed as uncertain about a former NeoCon as she seemed about a self-identified Anarco-Syndicalist. Over time, politics became less important. In spite of their earlier differences, they came to like each other. In 2007, when he began to seriously consider life after graduation, Gardella would reluctantly admit that he didn’t want to leave Pittsburgh.

It wasn’t just his relationship with Amanda that made him want to stay. He had integrated himself firmly into her group of friends–all a year or two behind him in school. During his first senior year, he took comfort in knowing he wasn’t going to be graduating yet. He didn’t want to leave his friends. He wasn’t sure what he had wanted to do.

Early in his undergraduate career, he had become involved with Students in Solidarity, a campus group that worked with the on-campus and community labor unions. As an undergraduate he’d done none of the internships or summer jobs that many students who want to “go pro” do. He wasn’t interested in politics, as many of his P&P peers were. He was interested in the generalized idea of “making a difference.” A lot of the other P&P majors he knew were planning on going to law school or policy school. He took the LSATs and applied to both. It seemed like the thing to do.

The most important thing to him was staying in Pittsburgh. He applied to Pitt’s law school and Pitt’s policy school–citing an interest in their joint degree program.

He didn’t apply anywhere else.

Looking at policy school more seriously, he realized he didn’t like the idea of a “brief capsule summary” of many fields rather than an in depth study where he could actually learn about something. Law seemed like the natural “shadow and companion” to his undergraduate work where he had studied both political philosophy and the relationship between politics and philosophy. “The law has always been a way society reflected its values.”

Will started at Pitt Law in the fall of 2008.

He went in with a plan to study constitutional law and Intellectual Property law. He wanted to help people, but more so he wanted to help causes. He wanted to create a lasting difference and have an effect not just on his field, but on the lives of others. The first year set of classes offered no room for options or electives. He liked torts and contracts. Constitutional law was a necessity, and it quickly became clear that it had a place in all areas of the law and had, as Will saw it, become a field not unto itself. He registered for an Intellectual Property Certificate.

In his second year, he began working on the IP certificate. A patents class was the first step. He hated it. He found it hard to work with “abstract, state created entities,” like patents. In working with patent law, rather than representing the actual product, you’re representing a “patent specification,” which is a way of explaining how a thing is unique in terms of what has come before it rather than at a functional level. He found this frustrating.

Gardella didn’t understand where the lines were drawn with patent law. In patent law, there’s the Machine or Transformation Test. The overall principal is that you cannot patent something that is a part of nature, it’s a part of “the scientific patrimony of the species.” Now, it’s changed. As long as you can show that you’re “transforming the universe in some abstract way,” it’s patentable. Creating a computer program that makes airline reservations is something you can patent because it has an effect on the physical world.

He realized that “there is no such thing as a piece of information that does not affect the physical world.” What he saw as trends in patent law left him so upset with the field, that he dropped the IP certificate program.

This is something he still feels bad about. He made a presumptuous jump, something he recognizes, in ruling out copyright law based on his experiences with patent law. However, he sees relationships between what he learned about patent law and what he knows about copyright law–even if he thinks copyright isn’t as “useless as patent law.” Most of all, he thinks neither is suited for the modern world and that the contingents working for what he views as the right side aren’t enough.

Getting ready for his final year of law school, he still feels guilty about giving up IP. Even though he is plagued by the lack of confidence typical of many capable people, he recognizes that he could have made a difference in the field. When he looks at IP law, he sees a field burdened with centuries of laws that hold no practical applicability anymore. While he moves in crowds full of people who work towards IP reform, he views the group of people who realize “the deep human significance” of IP law as a hushed minority–small ants with high hopes. Even though he never had a chance to actually be involved in the field, he feels as though he abandoned them.

Gardella hasn’t looked back on his decision to go to law school with regret or question, but he has looked at his decision to work with people who have “serious and tangible problems” with uncertainty. While fighting for the rights of those declared criminally insane, he listens to his friends talk about defensive patents and feels a guilty tug of interest. When he reads about the Bilski decision and ACTA, he wonders if he could have made a difference. When he talks with clients at the Psychiatric Defense Unit of the Connecticut Division of Public Defender Service, working with people previously declared criminally insane, struggling to reform themselves and change their lives, he knows he’s doing something and he hopes it’s the right thing.

Gardella, 05

June 30th, 2010

W. Greenhouse Gardella on his decision to not study intellectual property law in law school

“I think I was a small ant with high hopes. I think I I imagined that the field was at a more progressive place and that it would be less depressing to represent freedom of information and freedom of access. I thought it would be less depressing. If I’m going to work in a field that will cause me to despair, I at least want to have clients that have more serious and tangible problems. That sounds awful, but… There’s some combination of there’s no hope for it right now and there are more urgent human needs that I can get involved with. I guess I assumed that ideas like copyleft and defensive patent litigation, which is where, among other things, you’ll try in advance to have someone else’s patents invalidated before they actually sue you for infringement. That’s something that IBM has done on behalf of the FLOSS community at times. I thought that the legal community at large was more aware of the sort of deep human significance of these things than it turned out to be. And I thought they had more of a constituency than they turned out to have…I could have become the only FLOSSie IP lawyer to graduate from the University of Pittsburgh that year and Pitt is a kind of prestigious IP school. I don’t feel not guilty about it. I feel deeply guilty about it. In fact it’s one of those things that I think that in some alternative hypothetical world I could have done, but I just don’t have the chutzpah to keep at it. The policy side of it fascinates me. The law that implements that policy is horrible. What I mean by that is that the effects are important and I’m deeply passionate about them, but it’s hard to be intellectually engaged and reading thousands of pages and doing other things lawyers do when you hate everything you’re reading and thinking about. Every time I thought [this is stupid]. And the other thing is that the most essential ability of a lawyer, besides just research, is the ability to put yourself in the adversary’s position and think about what would make sense to them. This helps with both settlement and avoiding conflict in the first place and also with responding to arguments. And my scorn for patent lawyers is so enormous that I wouldn’t have been effective at that. There’s a difference between not liking an area of law and thinking an area of law shouldn’t exist.”

Mako, 01

June 16th, 2010

Mako has a story about how he and Rob met.

Mako was riding the T. Rob recognized him from a video he was editing. He went up to Mako and told him he knew who he was. Mako, as is his wont, invited Rob over for dinner. Mako was recognized. Normally, this happens in relation to his name, rather than his face. However, Rob had been working on a video. He had seen Mako rather extensively.

After all, Mako has fairly unique vocal patterns. Cutting video with him in it takes a lot of work.

Rob has a story about how he and Mako met.

One time at the grocery co-op, Rob and his girlfriend were standing in line. Mako was ahead of them. Rob pointed this out. “To show off,” he told me.

Some time later, on the train, Rob saw Mako again. His girlfriend encouraged him to go say hello and introduce himself. Rob was resistant to this but relented.

Mako invited him over for dinner.

“You know how Mako is,” Rob said.

I asked him if he would have talked to Mako on his own, had it not been for the push. He admitted that he wouldn’t have.

Celebrity

June 9th, 2010

“See that guy? In the shorts? That’s Ron Newman,” Mako tells me this with his excited voice. It’s the voice he uses when he’s sharing something that isn’t really a secret–he just makes you feel like it is. He sounds a bit like Kermit the Frog when he talks in his excited voice. But, instead of sharing the weather or introducing tonight’s guest, he says something about someone, or something, that lets you feel a little bit like you’re being let into a secret club of being in the know.

I had had no clue who Ron Newman is. Mako explains to me that Ron Newman was a developer of the X Window System. This vaguely means something to me. I know X Window System, or X (and later X11), was an early graphical user interface.

In the mid 90s, Newman wrote The Church of Scientology vs. The Net, which he describes as a “large web site documenting the ongoing battle between the Church of Scientology and the Net.”(1) Since this happened, Xenu.net’s Project Clambake was launched, and Anonymous from 4Chan has launched an all out attack on the Church of Scientology.

It is with the most pride that Mako tells me “Ron” is a local guy. He’s big in local bike stuff. He’s big into the local community. He’s a moderator of the Davis Square Livejournal community. The community, Mako says in his excited voice, is bigger than the Boston one. Standing at the fundraiser, wearing past the knee jean shorts and a “I Bike Somerville” t-shirt, Ron Newman doesn’t stand out at all. His hair is kind of curly and a little grey. He’s shorter than I am. But, when Mako talks about him, I can tell that he’s someone special. Whenever Mako tells me about anyone, I can tell they’re someone special.

When I first got here, I met a group of Mako’s friends at a local pub. At one point, towards the end of the evening, he explained that most of the table was, had been, or was in the process of becoming a maintainer of the Debian distribution of Linux. To someone, likely several someones, each of those people were kind of a big deal. Chris is a lead software engineer at One Laptop Per Child. In my world, OLPC is one of the biggest projects there is. To most people I know OLPC is not only important, but it’s a regular topic of conversation. It is the project name that carries the weight the same way names like Google and the New York Times carry weight. It isn’t just a matter of working for them, it’s a matter of being a “lead” for them. Being important to a big project or company is tantamount to being important.

Like Chris, Madeleine and Eric work for things that are important, or viewed as important. I tell a friend who is getting a Ph.D. in bioinformatics about their projects, to ask her what she thinks about them. She thinks it’s cool–the weight of the projects themselves pushes the people up a level from being normal to being special.

As I am introduced to each of these people, the thing that makes them special is announced. This person is a professor at MIT, this person is big in Scratch, this person makes a difference for the Free Software Foundation. It’s not just that they’re special, they’re important. Even when I’m introduced, it’s “[she's our] Resident. She’s writing a book,” as though it too is important and makes me special.(2)

When I first met Mako, it was before I actually met him in person. He was going to be a speaker at an event I was helping to organize. When I was told we were were going to try and get Mako that year, I preformed my usual test of learning about someone–I asked Steven.

“Hey, do you know this Benjamin Mako Hill guy?” I asked him.

This was in 2007. Honestly, I was an FLOSS groupie. I hung around with FLOSSies (FLOSSites? FLOSSers?). I organized events and did some low scale community stuff. I was hoping to get a job like my idol–something I awkwardly told her in an email one day–after I graduated. I wasn’t a disciple. I didn’t know about people or projects, really. I didn’t espouse ideologies or even really consider the arguments that people said around me. I accepted them as part of the noise of my world. They were secondary to the work. I liked the people, they were cool, we had things in common, and for some reason I didn’t understand, they seemed to like me.

I didn’t talk much about this. I tucked it away in my pocket like an open, dirty secret. My friends were patient with me and Steven regularly answered my questions about people before I began my ritual research about them–using the same dedication and methods I used for my classes.

Steven had the same reaction he’d had in the past and would have in the future–quiet acceptance and a muted surprise.

“How do you know these people?” He asked me. He seemed slightly jealous that time. Normally, he wasn’t. He told me a little bit about Benj. Mako Hill and may or may not have used the words “kind of a big deal.”

A few weeks after that, I was with another friend when I was reminded I needed to call Eric Raymond about something. I excused myself and make the call.

“Eric,” I said when he answered the phone. We exchanged a few words, I asked him if he’d be attending a pre-event dinner for guests. He said yes and I hung up.

The friend I was with stared.

“You just called ESR,” he said, amused, astounded, amazed. “And you did it like it was nothing!”

And for me it was.

When actual celebrities talk about other celebrities, they use a casual tone. They use first names. They make it clear that to them this is normal. They don’t do it to seem special, or to set their world apart, they to it because to them it’s just as normal as anyone’s life.

These people are FLOS celebrity. They’re celebrity by association. Their projects carry worth, and sometimes their names do. However, to someone who isn’t just their friends or their family, they’re important and interesting. They are celebrities created by the people who look up to them–personal celebrities who have power from real people rather than the media. People who have never, and may never, meet them follow what they say and do on the internet because of how they say it or what they do. But, they don’t view themselves this way. To them, they’re just another person, who has a job or a hobby. They might think their job is cool. They might think their job pays them too much. They might think they are working for something or someone important, but they themselves are not. To them, what they do and their friends are normal. To others, what they do and their friends are extraordinary.

(1) http://www.thecia.net/~rnewman/, last modified Fri 09 Aug 2002 02:28:14 PM EDT by (I assume) R. Newman.

(2) Neither of which are a reality as far as I’m concerned, but I’m getting to that point.

Steven, 01

June 2nd, 2010

From the 18th of May, 2010.

MJ: [W]ould it be okay if I said you use open source because you think it’s cool? I actually don’t know why you do at all. You should tell me sometime.
SD: It is cool. However, not in the high school meaning of cool.
MJ: In what way?
SD: Well, you run Ubuntu right?
MJ: Yes.
SD: Well, take any program you think is cool/useful/fun, [and] if you go to the terminal and type apt-get source program_name in a few seconds/minutes you will have the source of that program. All the cool exciting stuff it does is right there for you to play with, break, fix, improve. Think about the hours and hours of work that has gone into something like Firefox. Instead of jealously guarding the product of all that work, [the] people who make it have just given it to everyone. And not just part of it, but all of it.
MJ: And that is pretty cool.
SD: Something like that. I haven’t had Windows on my personal computer for four years or so. I’m not sure I could go back to a system that’s default was to hide things from me and keep things secret. If I find a good piece of free software for GNU/Linux, I can tell Will or someone else about it and not worry about breaking the law just for giving them a copy.
MJ: What is it the FSF says? The ability to distribute what we use?
SD: Redistribute. Redistribution is one of the “four freedoms” that the FSF talks about. Interestingly, I’ve increasingly found Freedom 0, the ability to run the program for any purpose, to be really important
MJ: Does it come up a lot?
SD: Since so often now, you buy software or other media and find that it is locked down such that it is illegal to run it on a different computer or device. This comes up not just software, but music and other media. People who buy music with DRM from the itunes store. The idea that somebody would want to buy something that can only be used on X numbers of computers and devices made by one company is astounding.
MJ: [Could it be] price [or] availability issues?
SD: Perhaps. Although, I just bought a DRM free copy of this Muse song from the Ubuntu Music Store, so that problem may be gone soon. [The Ubuntu Music Store]’s pretty good and has a decent selection. It is hard to say whether Apple is really being earnest in it’s “we want DRM free, but the labels won’t let us” message. I tend not to try to figure out what companies who are built around secrets are thinking. I mean, it is really easy to get around the DRM of itunes. The problem is, just because I can, doesn’t mean I want to break the law just to get access to something I own. I am still trying to figure out where I stand on certain edge issues such as online services
MJ: Explain?
SD: Well, so when you have software on your computer, it is more or less “your computing” that you are doing, but it is unclear what the boundaries of software freedom are when you are talking about web services because I am explicitly doing my computing on somebody else computer.
MJ: So the question is whether you can force a particular user philosophy on someone else’s computer or if it’s even ethical/legal to use certain things on systems not designed for them or stuff more like facebook, in the sense that they are laying down ownership of data?
SD: See, this is why I am still trying to figure out where I stand. There are a bunch of issues that get tied up together. There is the issue of (1) the software that you are using when you use the web service (i.e., you can’t download facebooks code.), but there is also the issue of (2) why I am handing over my data to some third party.

Wiki

June 1st, 2010

“Let’s do this then,” Mako said.

And that was all it took.

We were sitting in a cafe. Mako was leaning against the end of the booth, half reading a paper. Chris was wandering back and forth from the table, listening to the house musician, a lone guitar player, and talking with us. Mika and Andres shared crepes. As they talked, Mika leaned forward to listen to him. Chris sat back down at the table and told me about his job. The conversation shifted and Mako put his reading down.

They started talking about Wikipedia. One of the problems with updating it, Mako saw, had to do with the nature of Wikipedia readers. You cannot update Wikipedia from a reader, or from offline, very easily. Mako suggested–possibly on the internet, he can’t remember–that it would be possible to make it so that people could suggest changes. They’d be able to make notes to themselves and have it automatically upload to the discussion page of the associated Wikipedia article once an internet connection could be established. Chris was concerned.

This thread of conversation sprawled out of a discussion–read: talk by Chris–on One Laptop Per Child. His concern over Mako’s suggestion was related to OLPC. “Many of the kids [who are part of the OLPC program] will never connect to the internet.” The ability to change articles, and contribute to the open nature of Wikipedia, would be outside of the experience of these children.

“We can have [the changes] stored,” Mako said. He went on to explain that these could be loaded onto a USB key that could be set up to update Wikipedia once an internet connection becomes available.

This was okay with Chris. He and Mako agreed to do it.

And that was all it took.

Sauter, 01

May 29th, 2010

Molly was sitting next to her boyfriend. I was sitting next to N, a friend of ours. We were in a booth at the Cage. A chain of red plastic baskets filled with bite sized batter dipped and fried foods cut across the table. A watery white film formed a high-tide line in the tall, sturdy glasses. We did what twenty-somethings do on an idle weekday night after ten: we talked about things that are very important to us with tin penny words and things that held no value with ten thousand dollar words.

We talked about Jenga. Our friends. The amusing fact that Molly and I have the same name, that N and a friend of his share their own unlikely name.

I don’t even remember how it started, but it doesn’t matter. It was a state of nature. Things tend towards chaos and Molly tends towards talking about IP.

For me, it was like taking a shower in the evening. When I moved out of what was happening around me, taking a moment to remove my consciousness from the conversation, it was still light out. When I came back, all traces of the sun were gone and all I could hear was the familiar diatribe on intellectual property, tying in things like creativity and the law, usage and proliferation of FLOSS, waiting to take my hand and pull me into its seductive arms like an ex-boyfriend.

It was a familiar place. It was one I didn’t belong in, right then.

“Let’s talk about puppies,” I said to Molly’s boyfriend.

Through the part of my awareness biologically designed to keep me from trouble, I could still hear Molly and N talking. My developed instincts told me to jump into the conversation. I ignored them. This was Molly’s lecture, not mine.

It really doesn’t take anything to get Molly talking about the discussions and debates surrounding Intellectual Property (IP) laws, creativity and the internet, or censorship. You can talk about a YouTube video, you could mention some artist or musician. You could ask her boyfriend if his computer is working yet (“No,” he will tell you sheepishly), or ask her how she’s doing. Any topic, or even none at all, can bring out the soapbox that she plans to turn into her house. When a silence is too long–or she loses interest in a conversation–she’ll take out her phone and begin checking her feeds: twitter, facebook, google reader. She’ll read about something and share it, using that as a location to place her soapbox and dive off it into a pool filled with anger and intellectualism.

Much like an actual intellectual–rather than one in training–her points are familiar. You could consider her conversations lectures and give each lecture a name. She can give a talk on Practicality v. Idealism in Open Source. She could give an overview, chronologically or ideologically, of the history of IP law. She can talk about originality on the internet and in contemporary art. Referential culture. Remix culture. Why ACTA is stupid. The words she uses generally change, but there is a consistency to her structure–certain phrases are reoccurring.

At the Cage, most of these phrases are laden with profanity.

This is a testament to the house she is building herself–the readiness, not the profanity. She is building her house out of the things she thinks about every day. These are the thoughts that pick at her mind in the evenings, that cause her to grumble as she walks, and flood every feed entering her consciousness. For Molly, these debates aren’t a job or a thing she studies in school: they’re her life.

When I first met Molly, we started talking about this mess in such a casual way I don’t remember it at all. I remember sitting in the cheap Mexican restaurant–the one that offers a student discount and three dollar burritos–listening to her for the first time. I remember hearing her life story and how she landed at Pitt in the HPS program. She told me she was interested in New Media, but that’s a far cry from the creeping, growing blob of FLOSX, the internet, creativity, censorship, IP, free culture, art, originality, technology, and law that has been slowly engulfing both of us. Somehow, we got started talking about it, and we never stopped. Since her first awkward explanations, overviews of the character Alice and the context it lives in, grumbling complaints about ISPs and Google in China, she has given a structure and coherency to her thoughts. When we first began talking about privacy on the internet–listening to another student talk about his summer research project–we passed words back and forth to form the seeds of ideas. Now, she stands on her own with the ideas she’s nurtured and raised, shaping them like a bonsai tree into something dense and purposeful.

Listening to her talk with N made zone out. I stopped paying attention, already aware of every idea she was going to share. But, I noticed that she was ready with these ideas and comfortable with the parts that make them up. She’s taking the rough boards of her soapbox, sanding them and priming them. One day soon, she’ll be turning them into a house.

Reasons

May 17th, 2010

When I said I was going to not be writing essays, I think I said this more as a reassurance to myself that I was going to be moving away from essays and going back to prose. I want to “write stuff,” not “write essays.” However, here I am, writing another essay.

One of the most common conversations I’ve been having with people–beyond “what are you doing these days?”–is about why people use FLOSS. Usually the conversation is based around software, since that seems to be one of the most common uses of free/libre/open source. If you google “reasons to use open source,” you’ll get about 15-thousand hits. Some of these seem pretty worthwhile.

FLOSS users, in my experiences, fall into several categories.

The Theresa
Usually the Theresa is a scientist. My Theresa is a statistician, but the same principle applies. People like Theresa use FLOSS because it’s necessary for their profession. People who need computers to process data find it extremely important to be able to see not just the end result, but also every step along the way. They need to be able to manipulate, change, and understand these steps. Theresa needs to see the equations that are used and find where things are rounded. There’s a story I was told about an engineer who noticed he got the correct result on one computer and an incorrect result on another because the second computer–using different software–dropped numbers. It was a big problem.

The Steven
Steven thinks FLOSS is cool. He’s nerdy like that. We like him for it. Steven actually has a wonderful somewhat philosophical explanation about why FLOSS is cool. I’ll dig that up soon.

Steven’s Mom
Steven’s mom uses FLOSS because he installed it on her computer. She plays solitaire or something, checks her email, and does whatever it is moms do on computers. Mine chats with me and changers her user icon to be cute pictures of animals.

The X
I say X here because I don’t actually know anyone who identifies with this category. X is a placeholding variable until I get a good name. Some people use FLOSS not just because they think it’s cool, but because they like the nerd prestige that goes along with it. I’m told these people exist.

The MJ
That’s me! I use FLOSS because I want to be a kickass hacker chick.(1) That’s not true at all–well, okay, it’s a little true. I use FLOSS because it’s the right thing to do. I spend a lot of time talking about how important it is for people to open their source up. I talk about transparency and copyrights and owning what you use. I’m awesome at parties. It’d be pretty hypocritical of me to go off on this at inopportune times (feel free to ask the last boy I met at a party about how I responded when he said he uses a mac) and keep running proprietary software. I also love that I can really try out new software without worrying about limited features or lame free trials. When I needed a video editor, I opened up the internet–also easily searchable through Synaptic Package Manager–and tooled around websites for a while. I tried out five video editors before settling on kdenlive. That brings me to the final type of FLOSS user.

The Y
I also don’t know anyone who fits into this category. If you do, please say so and then I can drop a name in here. Some people use FLOSS because the F doesn’t just stand for free as in freedom, it can also stand for free as in beer. It’s pretty nice when you need something new and you can just get it off the internet for free. It’s convenient to have free software not cost anything. I mean, how many people would use Microsoft Office if they had to buy it after they got their new computer when there was a free alternative?

So, those are the six reasons people I know use FLOSS.

(1) Hollywood tells me it’s now okay to say “kickass.”

Gardella, 04

May 14th, 2010

There are people in my life I have heard so much about that by the time I meet them, they feel familiar. I have trouble adjusting to a reality where this person is not already my friend. Sometimes there’s trouble adjusting to how people are in real life, how they move, their physical quirks.

That’s what it was like when I met Locutus.

Locutus, of course, being Gardella’s server.

Locutus, it turns out, is related to the Latin root “loquor.” And by “related” I mean “is a form of the word”–the past tense to be exact. Locutus, in case you don’t know, is the name Captain J.L. Picard gets on Star Trek: The Next Generation during his time as a member of the Borg Collective. I assume that Locutus of Borg was named because of his connection to the word “interlocutor,” which is what he was to be–an interlocutor between the Borg and Federation. I could say Gardella’s server was named because it too served as an interlocutor, between him and the world, or him and him (since he regularly connects to it when away from home), or because it “speaks,” but those would be lies. The server is named Locutus because it, much like it’s Borg counterpart, has a blinking green light.

Locutus, among other things, allows Gardella to watch television. The cable runs through the server, in order to be viewable on the one functional screen in the apartment–the monitor. Because the video is all run through and processed by the computer, he set it up TiVo style to capture, or record, shows. When he heard that the Royal Shakespeare Company was filming their staged version of Hamlet, he set out to capture it. The RSC version stars David Tennant and Patrick Stewart.

Basically it’s like someone decided nerds needed to see Hamlet.

David Tennant played the eponymous Doctor in Doctor Who for three seasons. Patrick Stewart played Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. Nerd heroes.

Of course the production was artfully done and I have plenty to say on the matter, but that will be up over on my personal blog if you want to read a review. Here, I’m going to talk about what it was like to watch.

You see, Locutus runs something called GRML. GMRL touts itself as a “Linux Live system for sysadmins / texttool-users / geeks.”(1) This means a) it does strange things, b) its interface is almost old school, and c) it doesn’t always work. Every time something new is done using the server, it’s an adventure. This isn’t to say Gardella had never watched captured video on it before–I honestly don’t know–but this was the first time it processed something in HD.

And boy did Locutus not like it.

For some people, running open source systems becomes an all-consuming hobby. It’s not like he goes out on the weekends and does an activity, but rather he spends much of his spare time thinking about it. He stays away sleep trying to tweak things and make new things work. It’s not so much a hobby, but a lifestyle–much like how the Steelers become in Pittsburgh, how a lawn or garden can be. It’s that place after running on weekends transfers into running every day of the week. It’s that place where someone becomes a marathon runner, picking meals carefully, drinking certain amounts of water, managing certain amounts of sleep, and maximizing who they are. (Gardella says “I don’t feel as hardcore as a marathoner…I don’t think of it as hard work.” -Ed.)

Rather than do something sensible, like try a different application or transfer the file to my trusty laptop, he poked, prodded, twittered, coded, and examined parts of how his computer worked to try and make it function–to try and make it so we could watch the familiar tragedy of Hamlet play out before us with two of our favorite British men.

(“I want one,” I would whine piteously during quiet moments when David Tennant would be on screen. “I want one,” Gardella would counter when Patrick Stewart had center stage.)

And this seemed natural.

Of course we needed to do this in order to watch Hamlet. Of course it didn’t work on the first try. I think neither of us expected it to–or even if we did, we weren’t surprised when it didn’t work flawlessly and smoothly.

When someone becomes a hacker, a hacker of anything, they know and accept that things might not work the first time or at all. They accept that they’re going to need to tweak and pull and reshape and retune things constantly–whenever a new variable arrives or an old one changes. This understanding moves from acceptance to joy. Hackers can revel in things not working.

I like to think Harry Potter has moved enough into the social conscious that I can say this. Remember when Harry is getting his first wand and Ollivander expresses his joy and bemusement at how tricky a customer Mr. Potter is being? When I read this, I understood the feeling. Sometimes it’s great when things are hard, when things don’t work, when you need to strike and move to make it work. Locutus brings the feeling out for Gardella. This is what gives him that softly maniacal joy of doing something you’ve chosen to love to do.

He talked apologetically, as is his wont, while he worked. I did my best to assure him, as is my wont, it was fine. When it worked, he didn’t just have the satisfaction of getting to watch his Captain: he had the satisfaction of knowing that he made it happen.

(1) GRML.org

Transparency

May 6th, 2010

Gardella’s phone rang. It was his dad. Peter and Gardella have an interesting relationship–a post-hippie and his anarchist son. Gardella told us about how his father quit smoking when his mom got pregnant. She had told him “not in the house,” with her pregnancy coming along. He gave up all together. That’s sort of the way Peter is, never doing something part way. He indulges completely or not at all. He is also complete with his anger.

Peter’s voice came out of the phone and across the room. I could hear him from the couch. The words were meaningless, just pouring as sounds rather than anything specific. Gardella paced. He changed. His shoulder tense and his arms straighten when he is emotionally charged. He becomes angular in his motions and stance.

I could tell he was upset.

Peter talked in long streams of words. Gardella moved into the spaces between words to insert his own ideas. They agreed. They shared an anger between them. I didn’t know what was going on. Gardella took an opportunity to disentangle himself from the conversation.

“The students are protesting,” he said.

Peter is a professor at a New England liberal arts college. He’s just as political as his son. He carried this news to Gardella, who carried the news to me. No one was happy.

Recently at Pitt, the food service employees were on strike. Gardella shook their hands when we saw them standing in the rain. He walked away with this curling smile on his mouth. His smile of childish glee. Political activism makes him happy in the same way a roller coaster makes me happy. In the same way kittens can make people happy. There was none of this happiness on his face. He was annoyed.

The story came out. The students were protesting because they didn’t like the new president of the college. They wanted the old one back because “he would party with them.”

“They don’t understand,” he said.

“It’s an issue of transparency,” I said to him.

“It’s an issue of transparency,” he repeated.

Gardella told me of the previous president’s sins. He related them with a tone on the border of factual and anarchistic distaste for “the man.” The former president’s mistakes were not the mistakes of someone making a bad decision or three–they were the mistakes of someone willfully damaging something for short term success. They were the mistakes of someone thinking in a short term way. Someone not being held accountable. Of someone working towards a personal gain from a situation, rather than a solid situation.

The students at Peter’s college did not know of these things. They had a narrow view of the truth. They were unable to make a consented, informed decision on their feelings of the situation. To them, a man who liked them was thrown out. These feelings did not reflect a reality that existed behind closed doors and in ivory towers–merely what was shown to them.

This is a problem.

One of the major tenets of FLOS projects is transparency. (It’s in the spirit of transparency that I put my notes and thoughts as I write up here on this blog.) This transparency allows people to see what’s happening: it keeps the people running things honest and allows others to make decisions. Transparency, even when it comes to the actions of the president of a college, is important. In order for people–users, students, and those to whom things are done–to understand the situations around them, they need to have the opportunity. They need to be given the raw tools, the information out of which they can create understanding.