Showing posts from September, 2013

Curiouser and curiouser

“Curiosity is one of the permanent and certain characteristics of a vigorous intellect.”  ― Samuel Johnson, The Rambler

Does this sound familiar?  You're talking to someone at work about this exciting event you went to last night, this book you're reading, or whatever you're passionate about, and you can actually see the moment when they check out of the conversation.  Their eyes glaze over, they start to reach for their phone to check the time, or they look around in the hopes that someone will interrupt the conversation.  Eventually, they interrupt with a dismissive, "Wow, you're really into those video games, aren't you?"

There's a nerd culture version of the scenario, too: you come into work on Monday and start talking to your coworker about the amazing game you watched over the weekend, an epic struggle between two masters of their craft leading their teams toward victory, and he rolls his eyes and says, "Oh… sportsball.  I'd rather play C…

Introverts (Prefer to Remain) Anonymous

Hello.  My name is Jason, and I am an introvert.

I won't wait for any applause or a "Hi, Jason," because I know that my fellow introverts are probably checking their phones and wondering when the meeting will be over.  Any extroverts will just give me an encouraging pity clap, and frankly, I don't need that.

I am standing here today to dispel a few myths about myself and others like me, in the hopes of improving extra-intro relations.

I am not your average introvert, or at least not what you expect one to look like.  I don't work in a darkened cubicle, avoiding eye contact with other human beings and animals and mumbling some unintelligible response when someone speaks to me.  I don't have any weird tics or strange habits that I'm aware of (and I'm sure my wife would tell me).  I manage a group of 50 people and spend most of every day talking to them.  I'm not afraid of public speaking, and have even sought out opportunities on occasion (see Ignit…

"Today, I am a mensch"

(cross-posted from Lion and the Bull)

We celebrated my son's Bar Mitzvah yesterday with 65 friends in Steamboat Springs.  In case you ever have the urge to invite 25 13-year-olds and those parents brave enough to make the trip to join you on a 3-hour trek into the mountains, here are a few things I learned.  Maybe they can help you:
Even in a 10,00 square foot house, you can still hear (and smell) 13-year-old boys, no matter where they are.13 is the age where a party with both boys and girls takes on a whole new tone.  Where before the boys ran around and thew things at each other while the girls sat and played a quiet game, now the boys find it imperative that every competition take place where the girls can see them, and each girl travels at the center of a cluster of boisterous males.  And when this happens near a hot tub, I feel a powerful need to "look at the stars" from a chair nearby, no matter how many times they ask whether I'd be more comfortable elsewhere.…