A Real Cool Hand

I'm Craig Sturgis and this is a web site.

Schneier: The Value of Privacy

I recently came across a link to a post from 2006 from security writer Bruce Schneier that is very relevant to the recent NSA news, and probably puts forth the best succinct argument against the first sentence of this excerpt:

“If you aren’t doing anything wrong, what do you have to hide?”

Some clever answers: “If I’m not doing anything wrong, then you have no cause to watch me.” “Because the government gets to define what’s wrong, and they keep changing the definition.” “Because you might do something wrong with my information.” My problem with quips like these — as right as they are — is that they accept the premise that privacy is about hiding a wrong. It’s not. Privacy is an inherent human right, and a requirement for maintaining the human condition with dignity and respect.

Two proverbs say it best: Quis custodiet custodes ipsos? (“Who watches the watchers?”) and “Absolute power corrupts absolutely.”

The whole post is not very long and very much worth reading.

It seems to me that most people aren’t really that concerned with the recent revelations or are fixated on the man who leaked them instead of their contents. I think though that if people really understood just how much about someone can be figured out with even basic analytics, much less huge volumes of searchable private data and what the implications of that are, they’d be much more concerned.

Git Your Ass to Markdown

By nature, I’m pretty restless to learn new things, especially in the nerd realm. This can be a huge asset: the pace of change within the world of technology, especially software, is lightning quick and driven by countless people constantly working to release interesting things to experiment with.

The balance I always struggle to strike is between chasing a moderate number of new shiny things while still spending enough time sharpening my current skills to the level I want to achieve. I admire people with the passion to immerse nearly their entire waking lives into doing both, but while software is more than just my job, I also have other interests I like to pursue. So, something always suffers.

Of course in many ways that’s a false dilemma. Most things in the software world are just tools that any skilled practitioner can learn and use to build on their more general knowledge. But, more recently there have been two major areas where I felt like I’d fallen behind many of my peers1: the proliferation of Markdown, and the use of distributed version control systems like Git and Mercurial.

With Markdown, it seems like services I use every day have either added support, or had it baked in from the start. 50 Million Elvis fans can’t be wrong. And while my job as of this post still primarily uses svn for source control, it seems like the rest of the development world has moved on to Git or Mercurial2. Now, I enjoy reading a technical book here and there, but what really helps me is applied learning, so I devised a new plan and decided on…you guessed it…yet another website migration!

I host and manage two low traffic websites where I am the only (semi-)regular creator of content. Wordpress was super easy to install on my shared hosting provider when I launched those sites, but it was not only overkill, it had plenty of hidden pitfalls and internet janitorial work associated. After seeing it mentioned around the web and doing some research, I decided to give Octopress a shot. There are other great low maintenance blog hosting options now like Squarespace and the soon to be launched Ghost looks incredible, but I really wanted to dive into the details and force myself to learn to use what has so far impressed me as a really simple3 but still really powerful publishing tool that produces a completely baked4 website.

Now that the initial oddyssey of setup, previous site content conversion, footnoting of all my old posts, theme tweaking, and completely unnecessary hosting changes has been taken care of, I can now write Markdown content in my favorite text editor or live preview tool, manage it all in a git repository on my various computers and on bitbucket / github, and deploy it all with a few command line tasks.

Once again I have no good excuses not to do all the writing I’ve been thinking about doing for months! Oh crap.

(This post contains an affiliate link.)


  1. I refuse to say things like “the cool kids™.” It smacks of insecurity and nerd on nerd violence.

  2. Git by and large seems to have “won” between the two, due to its ubiquity in the open source community and the incredible platform available on Github.

  3. For those of us comfortable in a terminal.

  4. Yeah I hear your Beavis and Butthead laughing. That’s not near as bad a tech term as sharding.

Quoth Sir Charles

“I used to care what people thought about me. But then I realized that when I tried to make the people who didn’t like me, like me, the people who did like me didn’t like me anymore. So I just said screw it.” – Sir Charles, as relayed by Clay Travis

Review: Diastar Head Massager

Oh. Man.

I recently had a momentary lapse of self control and bought a silly frivolous add-on product along with a recent amazon order because that happens to me often. In any case, this thing arrived today and here is my review:

BUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH….

This contraption is amazing and should be owned by everyone. Recommended in the biggest way.

 (This post includes an affiliate link.)

Who Am I (What’s My Name)

I made a decision recently that coincided with the “relaunch”1 of this website that I would stop posting things under a pseudonym. Over the last few days I have added my full name to my twitter page, imported all of my posts from my previous site2, and decided that even though I was only superficially trying to be harder to find, that I’m not going to be doing that anymore. I’m also glad I never got a tattoo because every time I pick something like a website name to identify myself with I tend to think it’s stupid only a few years later3.

I still think most of the things I wrote in this post4, but recently I had the realization that it’s silly to hide behind a not very effective barrier. I’m comfortable being in full view attempting to do a decent job at being a human being complete with opinions, with varying levels of success in that endeavor. I’m now convinced that there’s no good reason for me to try and keep some alternate friends only online persona, and that being fully up front and genuine should actually be an asset to one’s professional life, not just one’s personal life. And if at some point it isn’t an asset, then maybe that’s not a situation one should be in professionally. Unless you’re a jerk I suppose, but don’t be the kind of jerk that tries to hide it.

I plan to expand on this idea in a post related to politics soon, but one of the things that has become central to my personal philosophy over the past couple of years is that people are going to have different ideas and it is OK to disagree. It’s also possible to discuss these disagreements without getting angry or shutting down, even if it’s not possible to settle on a solution- not just with politics, but with any topic.

So here I am- to expand on the tag line of the site, I’m Craig Sturgis and this is a web site where I write the things I think at the time they are posted. It also links to social media pages where I post things I think and experience. Engage away.


  1. Now, this site was never really launched in the first place, but that’s beside the point.

  2. The now defunct craigtsoandso.com

  3. My Senior yearbook quote is the worst.

  4. Has it really been almost 4 years since I wrote that?

I Want My…

I Want My MTV

Cue that sweet Dire Straights riff with the fixed wah sound.

I finished the book I Want My Mtv, the oral history of MTV during its original golden age. Its target audience is obviously the people who lived and breathed the channel as it became a cultural phenomenon during the 80s and early 90s, but I still enjoyed the book as somebody who completely missed the boat on the era the book covers.

I definitely am not a Gen-Xer, and took even longer than a lot of my peers to become aware of pop culture.  I was 10 when the grunge wave hit, but even then the first time I actively remember hearing Smells Like Teen Spirit was actually hearing the Weird Al parody at a friend’s house.  However, the book is packed full of the stories behind the pop culture touchstones that I absorbed via osmosis or experienced well past their day, either first hand or via innumerable references  by people I know and in other media I’ve seen.

Either way I found almost all the stories about the start of the network and its evolution to be pretty great, especially given the conflicting perspectives of the people who were involved and what their version of events were compared to the generally agreed upon version of the story line.

The most interesting takeaway from it for me was remembering a time when recorded pop music was really the central focus of youth culture and culture at large. I’m not sure if things are better or worse now since that has very much changed, but after reading the book it’s interesting how clear it was even back then that music programming and music videos were not a sustainable main programming choice for a tv network that wanted to stay in business. That’s well before the bottom fell out from underneath the music industry over the last 10 years.

The other thing that stuck out to me about a lot of the quotes in the book is how thin-skinned so many people were about how much credit they got, how much airplay they were getting, or how they were portrayed by things like “Beavis and Butthead.”

As an aside, I wish it weren’t such a nightmare to get all the rights for the clips of Beavis and Butthead commenting on videos, I would pay a decent amount of money to see all of those again, the show itself in retrospect was very hit or miss, aside from the feature film which is a work of genius.  (I say that without irony, it’s one of my favorite movies)

Speaking as a non expert on the era, it seems to cover almost every important aspect of the MTV mega run, so it is worth a read, especially if you were somebody who was a teenager in the 80s. And probably like any oral history, the conflicting stories and memories are yet more examples that make me glad I’ve heard the Radiolab episode on memory, which is probably one of the most interesting and useful ways you can ever spend an hour.

Recommended.

Also, one last thing about the book I loved: it taught me that a key producer of many MTV programs over the years was named Joe Davola, and yes the bit character on Seinfeld was named after him.

(This post includes an affiliate link.)

Crashed Down on the Edge of Town

I’m not sure how common this experience is, but I always forget that when I go on a vacation where I can truly relax, my body figures that out before my mind does. Before my mind can settle down, I crash, hard.

I’ve had this happen to me a number of times even back during school, but it’s still a blindside how much just letting go of stress can hit like a truck. I slept for 10 hours the first night, and it was glorious, but still walked around in a haze that entire next day. It’s only several days later that I’m feeling completely refreshed. But, it has reaffirmed my commitment to taking time away from the multitude of micro-stresses at least once a year even if I can’t physically go anywhere special. My vacation to Switzerland last year was amazing, but it was also a trip with lots of its own little travel stresses. I still plan on taking plenty of those types of trips in the future, but from now on a low key trip is going to have to be in the works to contrast it.

In a somewhat related vein I’ve resolved to try and “multitask” as little as I possibly can in the future. For the most part, I think multitasking is something people have convinced themselves they’re very good at, and sometimes they have no choice but to do it. However I think the people who are actually able to split their attention between two or more things at once and not have anything suffer much are in the extreme minority. I’ve decided I’d rather do my best to focus on one thing at a time and force myself to maintain that focus the best that I can. Hang on, I see something shi

“Disconnect”

I’m writing this post from the Charlotte airport, yes on my computer.  I have decided during my barely week-long sojourn to my parents’ house in Hilton Head Island, SC to take a shot at doing something in the way of “disconnecting” completely from the very internet focused and ultra connected lifestyle I lead.

This has been a popular concept recently but I’m not sure how many people actually try it or even succeed, but I like to think I’m adventurous on occasion. I’ve also felt more easily stressed or exasperated or quick to be cynical lately, so I figure a break can’t hurt.

Now, writing about a disconnect from a near brand new tiny laptop may have a tinge of hypocrisy to it, but one big reason I still brought my computer is I want to take a chance to jumpstart my writing again.

I joke often that the internet and the way I consume media and electronic interaction most of the time has ruined my attention span, but I worry about that statement being truer than I’d like to admit.  Whenever I have ideas that would make for a good subject to write about, I often get distracted and that idea or perspective either gets lost completely or simplified enough to fit into 140 characters, which often times can’t do it justice.

So here goes, I’m not sure I will live up to the goal of this week, but I’m hoping to get through at least a book or three and through multiple written posts, and never intentionally open either my work or personal email or any social media apps on my phone. I’m also idealistic enough to hope that this will kickstart my long form reading and writing habits again despite past evidence to the contrary.  But, as I like to end blog posts with: while I breathe, I hope.

HEAD SHOT

Recently at my company we’ve gone through a process of having the fine people at Miles Design create branding for us and redesign our website among other things.  They’ve done an outstanding job, but as part of that all of the employees got professional photos taken for the website, promo materials, etc.

I’ve very rarely had to wear makeup in my life, but they brought in a makeup artist to make us all as pretty as possible.  We were all a little out of our element.

I didn’t make the final cut on the website but they did give me my picture to use as a LinkedIn photo. As my friend Jim noticed, it’s a dead ringer for an eHarmony ad:

I tend to agree with him, heh. Just need to be hugging a laughing lady, or something along those lines.  But, if I ever need to audition for something, I’ve got one thing covered.

Sincerely,

Your friendly neighborhood non-threatening guy

Regarding #18 and T.J.

(Note: This post originally appeared on the now defunct craigtsoandso.com. Datestamped footnotes with commentary may have been added for my own reflection and amusement.)

Today sucks. I’m not going to rhapsodize about Peyton Manning’s time in Indianapolis, or angrily vent or try to be the voice of reason, or wonder why we care so much about a silly thing like sports here, although I have been doing all of those things since the writing on the wall became a reality last night.  I’ll leave that for other people.

I want to talk my about old family dog.

T.J. was a black lab.  We got him from a pet store (we didn’t know better at the time) when I was very young, before my younger brother was born. I remember he was tiny when we got him, but that didn’t last long.  He was an outstanding dog- super energetic, gentle with little kids, and was PUT ON THIS EARTH to go get a ball or a stick that anyone threw for him.  He chewed up a bunch of basement furniture, but those are the breaks with a lab puppy.

As the years passed and T.J. got older, my family went through a bit of a rough patch.  I don’t remember the exact circumstances but my Dad’s business had fallen on hard times or was already gone, and he wasn’t able to be home much. My sister and I had lots of extracurricular activities, my brother was still a very young kid, and my Mom had to make sure everybody was taken care of plus do her job. We weren’t able to take the dog down to the park and let him off the leash or walk him as much, and he wasn’t getting enough exercise- he was still a great dog and we loved him, but we weren’t able to give him everything he needed.

Eventually, we had to make a hard decision.  My Mom’s coworker and friend lived out on a huge piece of property and had a big pack of dogs that got to roam around it freely, and she offered to take care of him.  When we first took him out there, he sprinted in big wide circles for a full 20 minutes, and he was ecstatic to be around other dogs.  After lots of deliberation, we took him back and this time left without him.

T.J. lived several more years on that farm, happy. We visited many times, and being there was the best thing for him, even though it hurt to leave him there. A year or two after he died we were able to get another dog (I named him Reggie after some other athlete) from the humane society and give him all the attention he deserved. Letting my dog go live on that farm was the right move thanks to a series of bad external circumstances, but it doesn’t mean I didn’t cry over it. I missed my dog, damn it. Still do.

It may seem ridiculous, but I’m feeling a very similar string of emotions today1. Godspeed 18.


  1. The whole event really was the impetus for reexamining why I care so much about sports, and then realizing I don’t really. I love going to games and watching sports, but I really have let go of a lot of the obsession. It also hasn’t hurt that ESPN has attempting to Skip Bayless their way to ruining everyone’s enjoyment of sports. Thankfully they also let Grantland and now 538 do their own thing. (08/2013)