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Last week Daniel and I attended Critical Northwest, the annual Seattle-region Burning Man. This was our second time to go, the first was in 2015, and one of the things that we felt was lacking in 2015 was a sense of gay community.
This year we put a concerted effort into building and fostering queer community before the event. In the spirit of radical inclusion we decided to focus on a larger queer1 community rather than just a gay community. We created a Facebook sub-group for Critical Northwest Queers to create ideas, we contacted theme camps and encouraged them to host queer-centric events, and we collated and displayed all queer events as part of the Queer Agenda with Camp Waystation during the week.
And overall I think our efforts were successful! I heard from numerous people how they felt that the event this year was explicitly, not just implicitly, queer-friendly and welcoming. The spirit of queer-inclusion seemed to bleed over into other camps flying various Pride flags which was fantastic.
But a queer community does not necessarily imply a gay community. Over the course of the week out of ~1200 participants Daniel and I only found 10 other male-identified people that seemed a part of the gay community — that seemed like our people — and very few of those attended the queer events. So while it felt really great knowing that others were finding their community this year, it was frustrating to feel that we still weren’t finding ours after putting a concerted effort into it.
There are a plethora of possibilities as to why so few gay men went to Critical. Perhaps there were well more than 10 other gay men out there that we never met. Perhaps gay men who were there didn’t identify as queer or weren’t looking for a community. Perhaps gay men are less likely to attend a regional burn (I don’t know what percentage of Burning Man participants are gay men). Perhaps this was an off year. Perhaps my expectations and hopes were just too high.
Regardless of the reason we don’t feel like we found our community at Critical.
1 Yes, I used the word queer although I still cringe internally every time. LGBTQ+ is utterly unpronounceable.
Today is my 2-year anniversary at Spaceflight Industries.
Coincidentally today I am operating as an Engineering Lead for our 4th mission rehearsal in preparation for commanding Global-1 when it launches in a few months. In the last 18 months my team has built Gemini, a ground & control system, from the ground up (pun intended) to task a 20+ earth-imaging satellite constellation from our groundstations around the world. The system provides satellite operators with real-time telemetry on the state of the spacecraft during a contact pass.
It’s amazing to think about what we’ve accomplished since I’ve been here and I’m excited what the next several months have in store!
Some books are so powerful and moving that you can’t help but cry on the bus, laugh so hard that you embarrass yourself at work, or throw the book across the room. Here are three memorable books that moved me in very different ways
by Terry Pratchett
The Shepherd’s Crown is Terry Pratchett’s last book and forever the last book of his Discworld. It is one of the Tiffany Aching series, good for young readers, which is also heavily linked to the witches series. Mr. Pratchett, knowing it was going to be his last book, took the opportunity to tie off some loose ends in beautiful and yet heart-breaking ways. Not just at the end of the book, but at the beginning which sets the stage for the remainder of it. As such I was totally caught off-guard reading this book on a bus a few weeks ago and found myself crying in sadness, both for the characters, Discworld, Mr. Pratchett, and all the readers who loved his books. And that was all before Chapter 3.
To really appreciate this book, I recommend reading the other witches books and Tiffany Aching books before reading this one.
by Jenny Lawson
I have a crazy affinity for Jenny Lawson, also known as The Bloggess. She, too, lived in a small town in West Texas, in the Texas hill country, and has a healthy fear of chupacabras. I love her writing style, her humor, and how she relates to her husband. I’ve read this book at least 4 times.
It’s so funny that after the 3rd time of embarrassing myself in public laughing my ass off, I vowed to only read it in the privacy of my own home where laughing so hard that I can’t breath with tears running down my cheeks would only disturb my partner and the children walking down the sidewalk wondering where the distressed cat sounds were coming from. My vow lasted for about 12 hours when I left for work the next day, which led to more laughing my ass off in the office cafe over lunch. Shockingly, despite knowing exactly what happens, the book gets funnier every time I read it.
If you, gentle reader, are not from a small town in West Texas you may, alas, only find this book very funny instead of guffaw-inducing hysterical, but I recommend it all the same.
by Ellen Kushner
Fall of the Kings is the 3rd book in Ellen Kushner’s Swordspoint series. Daniel recommended the series to me when we first started dating. At the time he was in Minnesota finishing grad school and I was here in Seattle. We would read books together and talk about them over Skype or recommend favorites of ours for the other to read and discuss.
The thing I love about the series are the moving and engaging relationships of the characters. Specifically the gay characters who have depth to them beyond their interest in each other. I was particularly taken with the relationship of two characters in Fall of the Kings, to the point that when unexpected tragedy struck I was so utterly gobsmacked and furious that I threw the book across the room and fumed for 15 minutes before picking it back up and seeing what happened next.
I believe this is the only book that I have ever thrown across the room. I still assert that it had it coming and yet deserves to be read all the same. Herein lies adventure, passion, legends, and tears.
Fruit of the Loom has a new, and rather clever, marketing campaign for their t-shirts: PutAShirtOn.org. Their tongue-in-cheek video1 explains that the real reason for all the shirtless selfies on social media is because the guy’s shirts are poor quality and are getting “ripped” and “shredded”. Their social media campaign suggests that people comment on these photos with a #putashirton hashtag, which ties into Fruit of the Loom’s marketing campaign, and promote their EverSoft shirts.
It’s also body shaming men.
I spent all of my childhood and most of my adult life hating how I looked and feeling ashamed of my body. I remember in middle school my dad took my brother and I to an after-school basketball program. I had so much shame taking my shirt off for the “skins” team that I refused to go back after the first night.
In college I remember riding my bike one day without a shirt on. Some assholes in a truck pulled up besides me at a stop sign and mocked me to “put a shirt on that ugly body”, laughed, and drove off.
It wasn’t until two years ago that I did enough mental and physical work to like how I looked. After feeling more confident I started posting some pictures to Instagram (warning: I’m often shirtless). Positive reinforcement of those pics by friends and strangers helped reinforce that I’m not ugly. I can easily imagine how shamed I would have felt at the beginning of that journey if someone had posted this marketing hashtag to my shirtless posts. (Today I would just consider them trolls and delete them.)
Feel free to roll your eyes at we narcissists (or want-to-be narcissists) posting shirtless selfies, but please don’t use this marketing hashtag to shame us.
1 A video which includes generally slim guys, most of them white, and all but one of them smooth, thus further perpetuating this as the “right” way that men should look. To their credit, it isn’t all really buff guys, so there’s at least that.
There are many aspell dictionary packages available for Ubuntu, but not all of them. If you’re a somewhat esoteric project like Distributed Proofreaders, you may discover that you need things like the Latin aspell dictionary (aspell-la) which I can’t seem to find packaged anywhere.
Installing from source
It’s super easy and perfectly possible to install any of the aspell dictionaries directly. Just fetch the file, configure, make, and make install and you’re golden:
wget https://ftp.gnu.org/gnu/aspell/dict/la/aspell6-la-20020503-0.tar.bz2 tar xvfj aspell6-la-20020503-0.tar.bz2 cd aspell6-la-20020503-0 ./configure make make install
The quick and dirty works but for systems maintained by multiple people it’s a recipe for disaster without a lot of documentation. How will someone remember that this needs to be done again for the next server upgrade or server migration? In these cases it’s usually best to create a system package and install the package.
Building & installing a package
Building a package for Ubuntu / Debian can be mind-boggling complicated when all you want to do is package up a few files to lay down on the filesystem. Luckily for aspell dictionaries we can easily borrow the template used by the aspell-en package.
Start by finding and downloading the aspell dictionary that you want to install from the list available and extracting it.
wget https://ftp.gnu.org/gnu/aspell/dict/la/aspell6-la-20020503-0.tar.bz2 tar xvfj aspell6-la-20020503-0.tar.bz2
Configure and build it to create the .rws file:
cd aspell6-la-20020503-0 ./configure make
Now head over to the aspell-en package on LaunchPad, to find and download the aspell-en_*.debian.tar.xz file from the Ubuntu version that most closely matches your own, then extract it into the the dictionary directory. This is the source file for the debian/ control directory used to build the aspell-en package, which we’ll use as a template for our own.
# from within aspell6-la-20020503-0/ wget https://launchpad.net/ubuntu/+archive/primary/+files/aspell-en_2017.08.24-0-0.1.debian.tar.xz tar xvfJ aspell-en_2017.08.24-0-0.1.debian.tar.xz
This contains several files that we don’t need for our simple dictionary, so we can clean things up a bit. Keep in mind that we’re not creating a dictionary for distribution, just for ourselves, so this doesn’t have to be perfect.
cd debian rm aspell-en.info-aspell changelog copyright extrawords.txt cp ../COPYING copyright
You’ll need to update some of the files to reference your language, most of these are fairly straightforward:
- control – Update references to aspell-en to your aspell dictionary; also update Maintainer and Description. You might need to change the debhelper version to whatever is installed on your system (Ubuntu 16.04 uses v9 not v10). If you change this, you should change it in compat too.
- watch – Update the last line to point to where you got your aspell dictionary from — you probably just need to change the two instances of ‘en’ to your language’s code.
Three files require a little more finessing: install, rules, and source/format.
The install file specifies which files should be copied into the package for installation. For reasons that I, frankly, just don’t understand, we need to specify that the .rws file needs to be installed. Your install file should look like this:
*.multi usr/lib/aspell *.alias usr/lib/aspell *.dat usr/lib/aspell *.rws var/lib/aspell
The rules files is a makefile that does all of the heavy lifting for building the package. The version for aspell-en includes bits that we don’t care about, namely everything related to docs and extrawords, we can remove those and update the DICT_LANG which leaves us with:
#!/usr/bin/make -f include /usr/share/cdbs/1/rules/debhelper.mk DICT_LANG := la DEB_DH_MD5SUMS_ARGS += -Xvar/lib/aspell install/aspell-$(DICT_LANG):: for f in `LC_ALL=C ls *.cwl`; do \ gzip -9 -n -c "$$f" > "$(DEB_DESTDIR)/usr/share/aspell/"$$f".gz"; \ WL=`echo $$f | sed 's/\.cwl$$//'`; \ touch "$(DEB_DESTDIR)/var/lib/aspell/$$WL.rws"; \ dh_link "var/lib/aspell/$$WL.rws" "usr/lib/aspell/$$WL.rws"; \ echo "$$WL" >> "$(DEB_DESTDIR)/usr/share/aspell/$(DICT_LANG).contents"; \ done touch $(DEB_DESTDIR)/var/lib/aspell/$(DICT_LANG).compat installdeb-aspell
Note that the 8-space indents above should be tabs in your version — this is a makefile!
The final thing to do is change source/format to say we want to use the 1.0 version:
The last thing to do is to create the changelog file using dch. This file is used by the packager to determine the name and version of the package file. To keep things simple, I recommend sticking with the version from the source file itself, even if that differs from the normal Debian version format.
# from within aspell6-la-20020503-0/ dch --create -v 20020503-0 --package aspell-la
Now all that’s left is building the package:
# from within aspell6-la-20020503-0/ debuild -us -uc
If successful, this will put a aspell-la_20020503-0_all.deb file in the parent directory.
$ ls -1 aspell-la_20020503-0.dsc aspell-la_20020503-0.tar.gz aspell-la_20020503-0_all.deb aspell-la_20020503-0_amd64.build aspell-la_20020503-0_amd64.changes aspell6-la-20020503-0 aspell6-la-20020503-0.tar.bz2
You can now install this via:
sudo apt install ./aspell-la_20020503-0_all.deb
Note, the ./ is required, otherwise it will look in the package catalog instead of on disk for the package.
You can test that your new dictionary works via:
$ echo hello | aspell list --lang=la
If that returns with “hello” as misspelled word, it worked. If you have problems, you can remove the package (sudo apt remove aspell-la), futz with some of the files, and try rebuilding it again. Things to watch out for are ensuring you’ve configured and make’d the package and that your changes to the install and rules files are correct.
“Who are my role models?” popped into my head about a week ago, for some reason only my subconscious understands, and it’s been an interesting question to ponder for the past several days. To the best of my memory I’ve never had explicit role models. No one that if asked I could readily respond with.
The more I thought about it, however, the more I realized that I have two implicit role models and I’d wager a pretty penny that until they read this they won’t have realized it either. Those people are John Martin and Jonobie Ford.
John Martin and I met while working at IBM on a remote assignment in Irvine, CA over 15 years ago. He’s about 20 years older than I am and yet we are more alike than different. We’re both gay, enjoy country western dancing, are frugal but not cheap, like reading and blogging, and more. We’re so alike in some ways that we affectionately refer to each other as BigMe and MiniMe.
In the gay community we often talk about living our authentic life, being who we are and not who others want us to be. John has always exemplified that. It was John that taught me that it really is OK to be out at work and that bringing your whole self to work is how you do your best work. Good employers recognize this. For me IBM sure did, as did Isilon/EMC, as does Spaceflight Industries. John inspired me to be very visibly out at work, to leverage my privilege to make it a safe place for others to be out as well.
I’ve learned other lessons from John too, like it’s OK to make big changes in your career, that it’s absolutely OK to have not just friendly but loving relationships with your ex-spouse, that living well below your means now opens up many doors in the future, that there’s no shame in trying something bold and changing paths when it wasn’t the right decision. But the one word that I keep coming back to with John, and what makes him a role model to me, is his authenticity.
I’ve known Jonobie Ford for almost 18 years now. We met at Tivoli, our first jobs after college. She was one of the very first people I came out to at work. One Friday afternoon, before the weekly beer bash, I asked her to take a stroll around the pond with me. I was a nervous wreck, terrified of being rejected. Jonobie accepted me with open arms and an hour later was ready to punch a guy on my behalf after he said some homophobic comment at the beer bash.
It isn’t her fierce friendship that makes her a role model to me, although she is my best friend, it’s her creativity and refusal to fit into anyone’s box.
I can’t even keep track of all the different kinds of creative endeavors Jonobie has done in her life so far. Drawing, pottery, dancing, brewing, aerial silks, knitting, and bartending just to name a few off the top of my head. At her encouragement I took my first pottery class 15 years ago and have been hooked ever since. We’ve brewed ginger beer and even taken a bellydance class together (yup, I’ve done bellydancing). Her stories of sketching encouraged me to take a chance on being a model myself. I might never have tried partner acrobatics and glassblowing were it not for catching a part of her adventurous spirit a decade ago. Being creative is just who Jonobie is, it isn’t something that gets tacked onto her life. She’s shown me that it’s more than OK to try some new creative endeavor, it’s part and parcel of living.
Jonobie doesn’t fit into any one, or anyone’s, box. She’s a woman in tech with bright pink hair. She’s insanely creative (see above) and runs races (we ran a marathon together!). She loves to travel internationally and quiet board game afternoons. She’s a feminist and very vocal LGBTQ+ ally. She’s done rock climbing, drawn models, done bow-and-arrow and gun target practice. She’s gone to Burning Man and a yoga retreat in Mexico. I’ve never known her to let anyone or anything dictate what she could and couldn’t do based on some stupid societal norm — and that’s inspiring.
So who cares if I want to present as a masculine gay man and also take bellydancing classes? Nothing’s going to stop me from helping the receptionist empty and reload the dishwasher at work even though some may see it as “beneath me”. Why should anyone care that I don’t drink alcohol or coffee because I can’t stand the taste? I workout 6 days a week, have 14.75″ biceps, and yet ugly cry while watching Moulin Rouge every. single. time. I don’t have to fit into anyone’s box either.
I suspect that neither John or Jonobie realize that I view them as role models, so clearly it’s possible to be a role model and not know it. That leads to the extremely scary possibility that I may be a role model for someone. If so, heaven help us all.
Earlier this week I modeled for a portrait artist almost, but not quite, in the buff.
S. Pettit is the artist behind the beefcake superheroes of Tumbled Heroes1. I connected with him on Instagram a couple of weeks ago and he asked if I was interested in being a model for some figure study sketches. I’d never been a model before although I have friends who have (Scott) and friends who have drawn models before (Jonobie) so this wasn’t completely foreign to me.
Much like my photoshoot a year and change ago, this was a chance for me to push outside my comfort zone and try something new. Since the photoshoot though, I’ve become much more comfortable in my own skin and how I look.
So one evening he came over for two hours and sketched me on his iPad while I stood and sat and reclined. We had a running conversation about all kinds of random things as I held still. After each pose he would show me the results and we’d move on to the next one. He sketched 5 poses total in a bit under 2 hours.
The next day I had an awesome sketch in my inbox. A couple of hours after that a portrait drawing appeared too. I was floored with the results! Wait — that’s me? It was an incredibly fun experience and I can easily see myself doing it again in the future.
It has become very clear to me over the past two years that we often see ourselves very differently than others do. It is fascinating to see yourself through someone else’s eyes.
1 That’s his Instagram account. His Tumblr account is semi-NSFW.