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Archive for August 24th, 2003

Since the original Keirsey temperament sorter is no longer free, I’m always on the lookout for new online Jungian (Myers-Briggs) personality type classifiers.

August 24th, 2003


Since the original Keirsey
temperament sorter is no longer free, I’m always on the lookout for new
online Jungian (Myers-Briggs) personality type classifiers. I’ve just found
one (don’t laugh;
it’s Bloginality,
the weblog-oriented personality test) that’s
super-straightforward: four questions, no nonsense. It is, of course,
easier to skew the results, but I appreciate not feeling like I’m having
my tea leaves read mysteriously by Professor Trelawney.

Despite its transparency, it seems to be effective, as I seem to match my
historic classification of INT[P/J] (the Architect or the Mastermind —
I’m pretty close on the perceiving/judging axis).

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Aside: You know, I took a weird
detour into ESTJ-land when I was consulting, right out of school. ESTJ is
“The Supervisor”, and that’s totally where I was going. Wearing
smart clothes to work, organizing others’ time, keeping projects on track,
thinking about stock options and making Senior Engineer in a year and a half.

The thing is, I don’t think my personality really changed at all — I
think it was just sort of trying on new clothes, a new way of approaching
life. And the dissonance, the underlying conflict between the E and the I,
took its toll.

I sort of stayed in that groove for another year or so after I started at Be. We had another huge project, with a big
client, and gosh, nobody around here knows how to stick to a schedule, and
go go go go! By this point it was 2001, and I had almost completely
removed artwork from my life (discounting any UI design I did at the office),
and I lost much of my ability to be patient with people and pets. Learning
how to make judgments about the world around me taught me how to be judgmental
of my friends and family; I made a habit of setting my jaw when things
did’t go my way. Oh, yeah, and I developed social anxiety
— again, tied to situations I didn’t have full control over.

A (sort-of) new job, and now, a change of venue, and I’m finally starting to
sort this all out. The Extrovert settles back into an Introvert; lazy
dependance on the Senses gives way to Intuition; summer turns
to high
. I’m drawing more than I have in
years
, and I’m learning to be kind again. It will take some time, but I
think the attitude
gauge is finally starting to level out. (I’m reminded of some excellent
advice I once received for fighting seasickness: “Don’t take your eyes off the
horizon.”)

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Boy, I wasn’t intending to write all that. It just came out. And all I
wanted to do was talk about a Myers-Briggs tool I found! (I really believe
that was my only intention in starting this entry, but you’re welcome to
perform your own armchair psychoanalysis if you like.)

Look up, look down, all around, hey — satellite.

August 24th, 2003


Look up,

look down,

all around,

hey — satellite.

We walked out in the middle of “Le Divorce” today.

August 24th, 2003

We walked out in the middle of “Le Divorce”
today.

The movie was fine (if a little uneven); our complaints were
technical. Intermittent right channel, about 30sec of dialogue-volume
static, and then severe blurriness which the booth monkey was unable to
correct even after about a minute of fierce jiggling. The manager
explained that they got a used print, because the studio didn’t make
many prints. He apologized and instructed the teller to give us free
passes as he rushed down to screen 10 to check out the illegibly-blurry
subtitles.

This is why celluloid sucks.

Yet another collector calling for the previous owner of our phone number.

August 24th, 2003

Yet another collector
calling for the previous owner of our phone number
. I’d say I get a
call for these Stasio people at least once a month. (Notable: they’ve
moved on from the husband, and are now on to the wife. I guess they’ve
decided that their debtor is laying in a ditch somewhere, and are on to
his next of kin.)

I’ve discovered something very interesting in all this, however:
When you’re not their target, conversations with collection agents
can be downright pleasant!

Hot air balloons over Clear Lake!

August 24th, 2003


Hot air balloons over Clear Lake!

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