You may not need it now, in other words, but you will, if you’re lucky. And future-you will be proud of past-you if you cared about it before it was personal.
While eating my workday lunch I was skimming this programming article on accessibility. And while I didn’t have any strong feelings about much of it, the line quoted above struck a chord. It can be taken as-is, without any context, and hold up in any spiritual court.
Not being an Xcode developer, I read inessential more for how I can include Brent’s personal wisdom in all matters. Like regardless of what I’m doing in the here and now, work or otherwise, I hope future-me will be proud.
And of course his data models and thought processes have also trickled into my development projects, too.
I hate it when I’m walking down the work hallway and I hear another office door open. Can’t I just walk down the hall alone, with peace and quiet?
Now matter how much I try to avoid people, some random body shows up and says, “hello.” And then I have to quickly scan the mental rolodex for non-offensive chit-chat. Engage in dialogue that obviously won’t last more than 15 seconds.
It’s not that I don’t like the other office building inhabitants but on a quick stroll to the restroom, there’s only so many steps to take. I’d rather walk in silence than blurt out, “How ‘bout this weather?” ..or.. “Tomorrow’s Friday!”
Of course I could pause and launch into mild outrage about (insert any poetic injustice here) but then I’d feel it socially correct to stop walking. And that in turn would invite the random body into a full blown conversation. The horror. Sure, full blown gabfests are fine but not when I’m on my way to the potty.
Maybe I should write some socially-irregular chit-chats on index cards for future use. Not ones that will have random body think I’m a boob or psycho anything because I do care what people think of me. But more like one or two-liners that will (hopefully) instill an off-balanced curiosity in the random body.
Something like these perhaps:
I had some really amazing blueberry jelly last night. So good.
With my new shoes, I’ll run faster after they’re broken in.
The Queen is kinda over-appreciated. Maybe I just don’t know her.
Peeps, here’s your youre-not-the-only-one Thursday jam. I may have posted this before but it’s still THAT good. Still as good when I bought the album a couple of years ago. The vocals remind me a little of Portishead but that’s okay. I’m totally into that whispery somber some mornings.
Described as dream-pop/indie-electro band their sound consists of dreamy electronics with melodic vocals, distant saxophones and clean reverberated guitars. Vök is easily placed in the realm of indie-electro, thus resulting in everyone from The Knife and The xx to Poliça and Phantogram, but their music is distinctly their own.