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Gardella, 06

Sunday, 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

Wednesday, 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.”

Gardella, 04

Friday, 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

Thursday, 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.

Gardella, 03

Wednesday, May 5th, 2010

Gardella took up the small table by the kitchen. At the head of it sat a friend of his–a person also in the transition period between the adolescence of the twenties and actual adulthood. Their books and laptops used all the space that wasn’t occupied by a pizza box. The box hung over the edge of the table, useless. Their materials filled up spaces and they talked in a code.

I’ve got Texas down…It’s like Burroughs, with all the sex and drugs…It can be treated as a matter of censorship, which makes it easier, believe it or not.

It was finals week for the law school

“What are you going to do about the exam?” The other guy asked Gardella.

“I talked to B. I said ‘I run Linux, you know what that means.’”

“Are you going to hand write it?” There was horror in his voice. Even just imagining someone taking a four hour exam with nothing but a pen and his wits seemed unthinkable. Foreign.

“No, he’s lending me a laptop for it.”

At Pitt Law, some exams are taken on computers. High achieving law students write even more than they previously could using a special program that takes over your system, blocking access to anything other than the test. Pitt uses program called SecureExam.(1) SecureExam is built for Macs and Windows machines.(2) Gardella runs a version of Linux called CrunchBang on his laptop. SecureExam is not built for CrunchBang–or any other Linux distribution. Gardella could just install Windows onto his laptop, a sleek, black HP Mini that comes standard with Windows XP or Windows 7. But, exam season after exam season, he doesn’t. He keeps running Linux. He keeps prying and pleading with his computer to work. He keeps trying to make the software he needs to use for school compatible with his laptop rather than making his laptop compatible with the software. He does something I haven’t seen a lot of: he sacrifices ease and comfort. He does this so he can continue to keep his computer, a tool that has been grafted to become a part of Gardella, working not just a way he likes, but a way he thinks is correct.

1. http://maclawstudents.com/blog/law-school-exam-software/

2. http://www.softwaresecure.com/faq.htm#1_student

Gardella, Edit

Tuesday, April 20th, 2010

I had a few facts wrong.

To quote Will “[the] machine was a 486SX/33, and it would’ve gotten Linuxified around 1997.”

My math estimates from seventh grade were full of failure.

Gardella, 02

Sunday, April 18th, 2010

The 482 Gardella had been given was not the best machine on the market in 1999. Windows 3.1 was cumbersome. It didn’t like to work in ways he wanted it to. Microsoft was moving forward. They already had Windows 95 and 98 out. Windows 2000 and ME were on the horizon. Machines like the 482 were being left behind simply because they couldn’t handle the newer, bigger operating systems.

Frustrated with the pressure, the amounts of computing power needed for Windows to run just Netscape, he did what people do when they have problems that really bother them: he sought a solution. Uncle Charlie had made noises about this Linux. Reading computer magazines and searching through stacks at the Yale Co-Op–an opportunity made available to a young Gardella by his father, a Yale alumnus who remained in New Haven–he had heard that Linux would not only work on his 482, but it would work better.

Pragmatism was not the only reasons driving this decision. All of his life, Gardella has had a contrarian nature–his words, not mine. Some teenagers respond to the awkward process when the body decides it’s time to become an adult by fitting in and striving to be like other people in the group. Some people take a certain pride in being different and rather try to do things that simply aren’t the same as everyone else–seemingly for the sake of this alone. Some people grow out of this stage. The most lucky among people find a way to just be how they are most comfortable. For some people, being the most comfortable means having an esoteric hobby, something particular and unique to be into in their own way. Gardella’s comfort zone whole heartedly encompasses things that allow him to be fidgety. He’s a fidgety kind of person. Linux can be a fidgety kind of system.

Running Linux started out as a way to set himself apart. It was a special hobby, a part of himself, that set him aside from his peers and bonded him with his family. It also worked. Now, running Linux has become a passion. It’s a special hobby that bonds him to his family and his peers. It also doesn’t always work.

Gardella, 01

Monday, April 12th, 2010

I met Will the first week of the slow beginning to my adult life. We sat next to one another in the university orchestra. We began to form an interactive friendship months later over the summer. We’d gotten to know one another before this in the modern fashion–over the internet. It was silly, really, he lived a building over from me. We could have had tea and chatted about how scared I was, and how scared he was, at this life we found ourselves in, but we rarely did. That summer we spent time together in a desperate attempt to have something real in lives choked by academia and interactions filtered through miles of cabling. That summer I also found out that he hated being called by his last name–a habit I quickly adopted.

He moved further into my life when he began dating Amanda, my roommate, after what most people would have considered a night of bad decisions. Our lives moved in an unplanned parallel over the next four years, structured by an occasionally inter-dependent group of friends. During this time Gardella and I became inexorably close. I don’t even remember when I first learned about his computer, how I began to hear about his Uncle Charlie, or realizing that he was the modern interpretation of an old school hacker. I don’t remember when his youth and baby fat melted into a leaner face and a distinguished paunch. I don’t remember when he transitioned from an intellectual wild child into someone who could look respectable as long as he remembered to shave.

I remember very few firsts about Gardella: his first date with Amanda, his first semester of law school. His first trip to Russia. I remember the blurring whirl of the life I’ve had with him in it as a large picture that, only upon pausing, I can pick out anything but sporadic, specific moments of no special import. Watching him put his clarinet together. The way his shoulders move when he laughs against a green screen series of backgrounds. Him hungover. The excitement brightening his face with a conspiratorial light as he announced something wonderful, and potentially horrible, he purchased. Him, sick, sitting on the floor of someone’s apartment that first summer, sweat staining his shirt and his hands at his sides, limp and impotent, as all he could say was “Sorry” repeatedly while people cleaned up the vomit that had risen from him unbidden by alcohol.

I remember stories about Gardella’s Uncle Charlie.

Uncle Charlie is Gardella’s uncle in every way but blood. He was a man among men. He built things. He fidgeted with electronics the way some people do with the strings hanging down from the hood of a sweatshirt. He gave Gardella what became his first computer. This isn’t to say there wasn’t a computer around before, but the 486 33MHz was Gardella’s.

In seventh grade he dual booted–running Red Hat 4.2 with the help of a book from the Yale Co-op.

This meant several things to him: he could run Netscape without fear of it breaking the machine while he did something else. The internet opened in its late 20th Century form to the seventh grader. Beyond that, he didn’t just have a computer. It wasn’t just a tool for him to fight with. His machine became a partner, something that he could work with. He could look at the parts that made it go and begin to understand them and how they fit together. He could change these parts to better suit what he needed. He could be aware of what was really going on as he connected himself to the world, on his own, for the first time.

He wasn’t just given a computer by his Uncle Charlie. He was given a revolution.

Will Gardella

Friday, April 9th, 2010

Will Gardella hails from Connecticut, but has found a place for himself in Pittsburgh. He’s a law student, active in the in the National Lawyers Guild branch at the University of Pittsburgh’s Law School, and in no way interested in Intellectual Property law. He started using Red Hat when he was in middle school, and is currently running #! (Crunch Bang) and playing with his computer. He’s a musician and a hacker, and has recently started mixing these two parts of his life.

Hack

Monday, April 5th, 2010

The first time you open up something and make it do what you want, you’re a hacker. Steven said that to me. Steven and I had been part of the same group of friends at university. I saw him at graduation, but not much beyond that for what was close to a year. He and his fiancée, Theresa, my former roommate, met me in the water colored part of the desert–Northern Arizona.

I told them about Gardella, from our university group. A few weeks before, Gardella self-identified as a hacker for the first time. Casually, Steven said that in response. “The first time you open something up and make it do what you want, you’re a hacker.” He didn’t say anything else after that. I felt the conclusion draw itself with a lazy hand–Gardella was a hacker long before he decided to call himself one. Giving himself a name, a title, was an after thought. He was something and then he named it. Hacker.

Most people I know are hackers: they open things up and fidget around with the insides until the thing does what they want it to. They don’t just take apart code and computers. They open things. They examine what makes them work, the different parts and what each one does. They take these parts and fit them back together in new ways or different ways. They experiment. My mother hacks groups of people. My father hacks coffee.

Artists hack. Traditional artists hack in the sense that they open up what they see and feel, they take their tools, and turn those parts into what they want it to be. Mashup artists in the vein of DJ Danger Mouse, DJ Earworm, and Girl Talk open up music. They take bits and pieces of music and put them back together in a completely different way. They hack music.

“Open” here doesn’t just mean to take something apart. It means to splay something so all the parts are not just visible, but available to rearrange and manipulate. Hackers don’t wait for something to be open. They don’t wait to be told they’re allowed to open things up. They do it on their own time.