Gilbert Gottfried my long lost twin

“If a woman is laughing at everything you say, she already plans to fuck you.

That’s all there is to it. Your jokes don’t have to be any good, because she’s not really listening. If she’s planning to fuck you, she’ll laugh. And if she’s not, she won’t. End of story.”

 

http://www.playboy.com/playground/view/gilbert-gottfried-on-getting-laid

Best article I’ve read in a long time about women.

Racism Part 2

Yesterday someone sent me an email after reading my blog entry.

Jen R— ====@gmail.com via smtp.com

Mar 18 (1 day ago)

to me
Hi Chuck,

While searching for resources about racism, I came across your site and saw that you had talked about the topic. I wanted reach out with a graphic about the absence of minorities in today’s booming tech industry, which I think would be a great fit for your site. Would you be interested in taking a look?

Thanks in advance,
Jen

 

 

Jen R— ====@gmail.com

2:24 PM (8 hours ago)

to me
Hi Chuck,

The graphic I was referring to lives here: http://www.onlineitdegree.net/is-tech-racist/

I think your readers will enjoy it, so feel free to share it and let me know if you do! I’d love to get your thoughts as well.

Thanks again,
Jen

 

 

 

Here is my response to her:

Hey Jen
I looked at the graphic and being a minority in tech for the last 18
years, I could not disagree with you more.

I would agree that there is an alarming skew as to the racial
breakdown of minorities in tech, I would love nothing more than to see
that skew changed. However, from my personal observation and
experience, that skew is not due to racism.

If anything, my experience is that tech industry is the least racially
biased. Computer’s don’t care what your race is, it either works or it
doesn’t. Job performance is always very clear cut in the tech world,
either your code works or it doesn’t.

In my near 20 years as a software developer, I’ve only worked with 3
black developers. Out of the 3, only one was a really sharp developer
and I’ve had the pleasure to work with him in two separate companies.
Out of hundreds of developers I’ve worked with or have known, ONLY
THREE are black. This is both in corporations, academia, and interest
groups.

The reason you don’t see many minorities in tech is the same as the
reason you don’t see minorities in professional classical music.
Getting into tech is like getting into classical music, you start
learning when you are young. By the time you reach college, you have
to already be quite accomplished as a techie, just as you would have
to master your musical instrument BEFORE you apply for music school.

Its not that tech companies are biased against minorities. I’ve been
involved in several companies that have mandated hiring policies to
strongly attract minorities. In all my experience, it has not been a
bias against, but that there simply were not enough and sometimes not
any candidates.

The problem with minorities in tech is really that there aren’t enough
encouragement for minority children to be interested in tech.
Computer’s aren’t as cool as sports. Parents will go to football
games, but would not participate in hackathons.

I glad you see that there is some sort of problem with minorities in
tech, but I don’t agree with your assessment that racism is the
culprit.

Subtle and offensive

Sitting at my favorite French bistro in the lower east side contemplating about racism. Although the area is considered LES, the majority of the population is Chinese. Sadly very few Chinese would eat here due to the cultural and culinary differences.
I’ve been eating here regularly for many years and for most of the staff here, I’ve been here longer than the furniture.
Today a young waitress whom I have never met was sitting at the bar eating her breakfast. I sat myself down on my regular bar stool and opened my iPad to enjoy my morning. She looked up and impatiently asked, “Do you want something?”
A strange question to ask a patron. She didn’t bother to bring me a menu. In her eyes, what would I possibly want with a menu?
This young woman who seemed to be in her early twenties would not have escaped the massive diversity education indoctrinated into every child since the eighties. As a minority, I have experienced outright racism and the more subtle variety. I prefer the outright racist. They are on the fringe and relatively few in number. The subtle ones don’t realize their own attitude and would probably regurgitate their anti racism curriculum when asked. They live amongst us like a Manchurian Candidate ready to strike with their character assassination.
I looked up at her and replied, “coffee and food”. I hope that she would catch herself in her own prejudice. Sadly it doesn’t seem to be the case. Just then the manager walked over to greet me, he shook my hand, politely exchanged some familiarities and handed me a menu. “Coffee as usual?”, he asked. Yes, let’s start the day over beginning at this moment.

SMILE

There is a BIG smile under that mask. Photo stolen from her blog

4630 photos in my photo library and I cannot find the picture that best represent my good friend Laura. She came up to visit with her boyfriend Read last year and unfortunately I lost the memory card from the camera before I could import the photos.

Laura is a beautiful girl with a tremendous smile. Whenever I think of her, I see the smile in my mind’s eye. Laura is a fellow adventure traveler. She just got back from a trip to Costa Rica. I love hearing her travel stories. She reminds me that I need to travel more.

I met Laura a couple of years ago while staying at the JR Ranch in New Mexico. Laura introduced me to her wonderful friends in Arroyo Seco and took me on  a tour to see her art studio. She also has a wood kiln and one day I will go back and make some pottery with her.

I was trying my best to help a friend Mike with taking care of some horses but my inexperience with physical labor resulted in pulling my back on the second day. It was winter and the snow and ice combined with my injured back made walking very difficult. Laura came to the rescue and took me to a woman who could fix my back.

There was a huge snowstorm the previous day and the roads were deep with snow. But undaunted, Laura put me in her car and drove me to her friend’s house.

I was upstairs on a massage table with Laura’s friend who worked to relieve my swollen back, all the while looking out the window. I watched for an hour of the scene that took place at Laura’s car. After we pulled into the driveway, Laura’s car was stuck in the snow.

I watched Laura try to dig the car out through what seemed to be insurmountable odds. I was sure that we’d would be stuck there until spring thaw. I felt terrible, not about my back, but for what that situation must be doing to her back. But Laura is tougher than I am. With some ingenuity, a chain and another car, she was able to get the car unstuck.

I emerged from the house, my back felt 1000 times better and Laura came to help me into the car. As we pulled away, Laura said in the most understated manner, “We had a little car trouble”.

I know. I saw.

Today I thank: Laura, Danielle, Karsten, Sam, Corey and Yvie.

Worth the wait?

osting the final entry in the series. Did I learn my lesson? I think so. Things take time and sometimes you just need to wait. Commit to a decision and let nature take its course. I’ve forced myself in this little exercise to not jump to any conclusions, not fall into an impulse decision. I’m committed to shed myself of the complication and concentrate.

The other thing I have to remind myself is the possibility of failure. I might fail. It’s OK to fail. At least I tried.

But this time, I really don’t want to fail. Really.

Time

he food here is awful”.

“Yes, and in such small portions”

For me a version of this joke plays out every day. Instead of food, my version is time. It’s really my fault. It’s not that I don’t have time, its that I don’t have time that completely belongs to me. That is also my fault. So the new resolution is to not give away my time.

My time is precious to me. If you need me, get on the schedule. Don’t be surprised or disappointed if I say no. Rolling the die.

I do make one or two exceptions… you know who you are.

Oh and the surprise was sent out in the mail today. I hope it brightens up someone’s day.

Walking is good for the soul

ASL letter N

ew mission. Walk as much as possible. Last night I started walking at 1am from Canal Street and ended up at 100th St and 1st Ave at 3am.

I met a bunch of Indian street vendors waiting for dawn to sell fresh fruits on the sidewalk. They had hours to kill so they are especially enthusiastic to talk to strangers. The day starts at 2am when they set up their carts and wait for the fruit wholesaler to drive by in a truck. They determine their price after they make their nightly purchases. And they are aware of their competition and neighborhood which also factors in the retail price. The price of strawberries fluctuated from $2 each quart to a high of $3 with the most expensive near 80th street.

Keep walking, keep moving. If anyone wants to join the journey, they better keep up.

Today I thank: Anna, Simcha, Alice, Stirling, Allison

Update: I walked from Canal across the Manhattan Bridge, down to Atlantic Ave and then down 4th Ave to Bergen St. Stopped at Bomee’s with Alison to feed Otis. Then down 4th Ave to 3rd St, cross the Gowanis then up Hoyte. Then up Smith until I got near the Brooklyn Bridge. Then across the bridge and back to Chinatown. In 24 hour span I must have walked +15 miles.

First in a series

very day I will post one more letter. This is only an exercise but an important one. There is a goal, trust me.

At the end of this road, there might be a reward. Then again, there might only be failure. But what is important is that I follow through and keep the goal in mind.

It’s the itch that can’t be scratched. It’s the fly that buzzes. I will resist the temptation to swat, to scratch and to yell and scream.

This too shall pass.

Today I thank Jim Henson. He deserves to be on his own day.