Category Archives: Life

Goodbye Microsoft, hello…

…IMDb*!

I am very pleased to announce that I was extended and have accepted an offer to work at IMDb (Internet Movie Database) as a Senior Product Manager. I’ll be doing product manager-y stuff like helping to align the mobile and website user experiences and information architecture for the quarter of a billion people who visit every month.

It is very much a dream job for me and I am both humbled and elated that I’ll be able to practice my craft on an Internet property with such a tremendous history and reach. Feel free to start sending me your suggestions now. ­čÖé

To all my Microsoft colleagues: Thank you for the last nine years! I’m going to miss your passion and your brains. We did some great work together and I look forward to seeing what you do next.

(* A wholly owned subsidiary of Amazon.com, Inc.)

On depression

Dpression is the Hawking radiation from around the black hole of nihilism created by sadness that exceeded the Chandrasekhar limit.

When

When your eight year-old
Tells you
What he wants
To be buried
Because he’s so angry
At you
Because you
Took something
Away from him
When he was six
And he wants
To kill himself
Because of it
And he wants
To get a knife
And stab his heart
What do you say?

When he says
He’s been sad
Every day
Sad
Because that thing
Is gone
Sad on roller coasters
Sad at the zoo
Sad laughing
Sad smiling
Sad
What do you say?

When he says
He hated
The replacement
He later got
At Christmas
And didn’t tell you
He hated it
Because he didn’t
Want to hurt
Your feelings
What do you say?

When he cries
The cry of loss
Unrecoverable loss
Bone rattling loss
And the tears
Will not stop
And the cries
Of anguish
Echo in the void
And you know
You know
Where he’s at
Because you
You’ve been there too
And he’s only eight
Only eight
And you see
Before your eyes
This piece
Of your child
Tear away
And you can’t
Can’t
Stop it
And you know
He’s there alone
When you’re right there
What do you say?

When he says
He hates you
And hates his life
And wants to die
And wants you to die
And his life is shit
And you’re a son of a bitch
And a fucker
And an asshole
And he wants to die
Please let me die daddy
I hate my life
Please let me die
You fucker
What do you say?

When he wants
That thing
And you’re the hate
Because it’s gone
Because you took it
You fucker
What do you say?

When you know
It’s his brain
And he’s tired
And the new meds
Might be talking
He doesn’t mean it
It’s not him
What do you say?

When he runs
For the knives
And knees you
In the head
Hard
Hard, to make you cry
And he wants to die
Wants to die
And his brother
Cries
Terrified
What do you say?

When you think
You did the right thing
The best you could
All you could
Right then
Right now
And one day
He may understand
But not tonight
Not now
You fucker
You asshole
You son of a bitch
You mothefucker
You shit
You bastard
Fuck you
Leave me alone
I want to die
Let me die
Go the fuck away
Go the fuck away
Let me die
Let me die
What do you say?

When he finally drops
Exhausted
Mumbling
Still obsessed
And asking
Asking asking
Asking for it back
And you shush him
And you kiss him
Goodnight
On the knit forehead
You used to nuzzle
When he was baby small
And tell him
You love him
And he whispers back
With a smile
I love you too
What do you say?

Unplugging My Twitter Feed from Facebook

My Facebook feed is about to become much quieter since I’ll be unhooking Twitter from auto-posting into it. I’m doing this to reduce the online surface area that generates notifications for me to attend to.

Those of you that know me know that I’m a pretty crappy correspondent when it comes to responding to anything other than a text or a tweet, and even getting a response out of me on those channels are suspect some (most?) days.

Why that’s the case is a whole other blog post I’ll eventually get to some day, but the nutshell version is that I triage a daily torrent of communications across work and personal accounts that averages about 500 packets of information a day with peaks up to 700.

About 50% of those are informational that require no action other than a quick skim, 25% take me to information I’m required to view for work or are interested in personally viewing, and the remaining 25% necessitate some sort of response.

What I’ve noticed is that the 25% was about 10% a couple of years ago, and it seems to keep increasing. For all of my introversion, social connections are important to me, but they do take a certain type of energy for me to muster. This energy is finite, and in the face of increasing demands, something had to give and Facebook ended up on the chopping block.

My blog will still auto-post to Facebook and you can still find me on Twitter, and email.

Things I’m Thankful for Right Now

The love of my family.
The tired smiles of my children after a long, happy day at summer camp.
The smiles of my wife as she looks around our new home.
Our new home in the woods, where nature comes to visit often and I’ll be able to do some woodworking projects again.
My good health.
My friends, who continue to support and encourage me.
My job, which helped make the new home possible and is a great group of people to work with while providing the opportunity to impact millions of people.
My education, which continues to supply me with perspective as I adapt to a changing world.
My good fortune to have grown up in the Puget Sound area, a place of wonderful, natural beauty.