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Gabe Kangas Association for Awesome is proud to sponsor Omaha Bar Camp 2009

The Gabe Kangas Association For Awesomeness

The Gabe Kangas Association For Awesome

The Gabe Kangas Association for Awesome (GKAFA) is proud to announce they will be sponsoring this year’s Omaha Bar Camp.

As you may know The Gabe Kangas Association for Awesome is the branch of Gabe Kangas who’s goal is to spread awesome both in local and remote markets.  When the opportunity arose to take part this year team awesome jumped at the opportunity.

GKAFA has a long history of spreading awesome via sponsorships.  You may recall the time the organization left change in the “give a penny/take a penny” jar at the gas station, or the infamous “let me buy you a coffee”  event of 2003.

Tickets are going fast, so make sure to head over to the Omaha Bar Camp page and pick one up for the almost nothing price of $5.  This includes a T-Shirt and Brain Toniq thanks to Ninth Divison.

The Gabe Kangas Association for Awesome is very excited to be a part of this year’s Bar Camp and can’t wait to see all of you there.

Talk to you soon,
Gabe Kangas
Chief Awesome, GKAFA.

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The freedom of choice. The fear of making the wrong ones.

To anyone from work who may come upon this post: hi.

If you would have asked me what I wanted to do for a living even just a few years ago I would have described the job I have now.  Heck, even as a kid I envisioned (after wanting to be an astronaut) sitting in a big building somewhere with lots of people in front of a computer cranking out tasks.  That’s what I wanted to do with my life.

I hate being wrong.  But man was I wrong.

Particularly since I’ve moved to Omaha I’ve seen a wave of change come over me.  I see people enjoying what they do.  To be honest, I didn’t think it was possible.  I just assumed everyone hated what they did and it’s a part of life.  But I think that’s a genuine difference between Chicago and Omaha.  In Chicago everyone packs up their stuff, jumps on a train or bus, arrives at an office, performs a task and comes home.  In Omaha people wake up and say “What do I want to do with my life today?”  There is a feeling of choice that Chicago never had for me.

In all honesty, I bitch about my job a lot.  And people probably get sick of it.  I think it’s a sense of frustration on my part that 1) I’m good at my job, 2) I can’t complain about my compensation at my job, c) At last I have a job.  All checkmarks in the “Pro” column that many people, including my past self, would have loved.

But then the “Cons” column starts piling up.  The syntax friends ask me to do things is in the form of “hey, do you have to work x night?  Can you come out?”  It’s an unfortunate given that it’s more likely I can’t go out with them than I can.  Management doesn’t come up to me and say “hey, some things came up where we’ll need you to work the next four Friday nights, but go ahead and come in late Monday.”  Instead I just look at my queue and see things assigned to me:

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You’re not busy, right?

What if I had plans?  Actually, I do have plans.  I have a life, I have friends.  I plan on doing things.  I find it slightly insulting that it’s assumed otherwise, or they don’t care.  And if I work until 3am, and come staggering work with next to no sleep a few minutes late I don’t get “thanks for your hard work last night”, I get emails like this:

“Our work day starts at 8 am.  If you are going to be more than 5 minutes late, you are to contact your supervisor or prearrange any schedule changes[...] Everyone on this email has a high school diploma so I can safely assume you have all reached the recognized age of adulthood.  Let’s act like it.   If it continues to be a problem, I will have to micromanage the situation.”

Ouch.  To be honest, I don’t think management even realizes people are up at all hours of the night working for them.  They’re nameless faces so far up the corporate ladder looking for the smallest things that are wrong instead of apologizing for ruining nights and weekends for the people who work so hard to keep this company moving.

But this post isn’t to complain.  This post is to say that I have a choice.  I can chose to be a worker bee, ashamed of who I work  for and the work I do, or chose to do something else.

Until now my mantra was “the evil I know is better than the evil I don’t know.”  There is no promise that making a rash decision to leave a position for another would leave me in a better place.  Any move you make can be for the worse, but you don’t know that until it’s too late.  So I figured as long as I can live my life and deal it would certainly be better than than going to an unknown place that I may hate just as much or more.

So I’m going to take a plunge and see what’s out there.  Talk to some people.  See where I may fit and be happy.  I have support of friends (some who I think are determined to get me a new role elsewhere with my involvement or not).  Regardless, it’s better than bitching on Twitter.

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Happy Labor Day!

Hope you all have a great one.  I’m on call starting 5pm today!

You’re supposed to watch this every Labor Day.

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NIN for the last time. For real this time. Chicago.

Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails

Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails

Friday morning started like any other Friday morning.  By Friday afternoon I found out that Andy Peters and I were headed to Chicago that night to see one of the last performances of our favorite band, Nine Inch Nails.

A while back Skid Vis surprised Andy and I by telling us he hooked us up with tickets to the completely sold out Nine Inch Nails show in Chicago.  However it was a “paperless ticketing” show.  Meaning you couldn’t just pay for something and then get a physical ticket for admittance in the show.  The person who enters the door of the venue has to be the person who purchased the tickets.  Andy and I didn’t purchase any (we tried, though).  So we just kind of assumed there was no way that we could go in.  But Friday just after lunch I received a call from the ticket broker company with details.  We are to meet the person in Chicago who purchased the tickets and go into the show with him.  We were actually going.

Some quick planning and 5:00 hit.  I got home, threw some things into a bag and off we went.

We got in around 3am, but it allowed us to be there all day Saturday.  We got some Giordanos pizza and I gave Andy a quick tour of downtown.  He’d never been to Chicago before, so I wish we would have had more time to hang around.  But there were more important items at hand.  We were going to see Nine Inch Nails for possibly the last time ever.  And we were really lucky to do so.

It was an adventure to actually meet up with the guy, “Steve”, who purchased the tickets and then resold them through the broker.  Andy was on the phone talking to this guy and we were looking out for a guy on a phone looking for us.  When we finally tracked down who we believed to be our ticket guy we asked “Are you Steve” and he says “Yes”, and we say “Hey, it’s us!”.  He says “Sorry, I’m on the phone right now.”  Turns out it was the wrong “Steve”.  The real one finally showed, and we got in.

The show was amazing to say the least.  It was the smallest venue anyone there had probably seen the band in.  It was almost a thank you show to the biggest fans.

The Aragon Ballroom

The Aragon Ballroom

We hung out near the sound/light booth and Andy filmed the whole thing using @boutcher’s HD camcorder.  I did some qik.com streaming.  There’s one below of when we were waiting for Mew to go on.

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Speaking of Mew, they put on an awesome show.

Not much really more to say other than it was the best NIN show I’ve seen.  Not flashy as far as a stage show, but amazing in content.  Trent has been good to us.

Check out my photos of the weekend.

Peter Murphy

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The social experiment: #1 Peter Cales

I’ve been laughed at. My sanity has been questioned. I’ve even been told that the idea was all just a part of Skynet’s plan for world domination. But I can now proudly say that “the experiment” (or The Creepy Twitter Experiment) can be executed successfully without death or even serious injury.  As a refresher: I wrote a script to pick a person completely randomly from people I follow on Twitter.  I wanted to meet those who we mutually follow, but never met.  After the first person not replying to my crazy request I got Peter.

Tuesday night, 6:30pm, I met Peter Cales, a complete stranger in every sense, at Darios in Dundee, Omaha.

I was wondering if it was a sign.  Outside of Darios there was some kind of setup for shooting video of some sort.  Commercial, or movie, or who knows.  But I took a quick photo and passed through it into the restaurant.

I sat down at the bar and saw a Tweet from him that he was on his way. He soon walked through the door. From the distance not looking much different than the 80×80 pixel avatar that I previously only knew him by on Twitter. He sat down next to me at the bar and it was on.

I love the fact that he was #1 of this crazy thing.  He’s a self admitted non-technical person who has a passion for making custom furniture.  But we soon found what we didn’t have in common at the surface people like him and I really do have have here at the core in Omaha.  Him and I both find ourselves right at home among the Omaha (overused term of) Creative Class.  We quickly came to talking about Jeff and Dusty, SPN, Big Omaha.  I told him the story about just moving here and receiving a tweet from Jeff welcoming me and hoping him and I could chat soon.  He told me about his 5 in 5 he did for Silicon Prairie News that I had previously seen, but never put it together that it was him.  I told him about my interview with Danny for Retweet Thursday.  And then trying to explain retweet thursday in a way that doesn’t make it sound stupid.  But it’s totally stupid, so that’s impossible.

We talked of the beer selection. Quite large for an Omaha bar. I was impressed. I’ll be going back. Win.  I found a new place to frequent and tried a new beer.

His friend Rachel came up to us and he introduced me to her.  She courteously asked “so how do you two know each other?”  He looked at me as if to say “that’s absolutely the wrong question to be asking”.  We tried to explain how I selected him randomly among everyone who I follow on Twitter.  But really, there’s no way to discuss that without sounding like complete moron either.  Leaving it at the fact it was our first time hanging out, and we met on the internet is about all you can expect.  I asked Rachel to take the photo of us, and she was on her way.

I learned how he does his work at the Bemis center, downtown.  The bartender, who he knew previously, was interested in stopping down to check out his stuff.  That would be fun, actually.  In my group of friends it’s cool to know someone who really makes something.  Sure, code, and words, and all of that stuff… it’s real, and it has value.  But something tangible and usable is certainly a world that I forget even exists sometimes.  Who designed the couch I’m sitting on now?  Who designed the keyboard I’m typing on?  Well, Johnny Ive did… but you get the idea.

Plenty of other things came up in conversation.  He asked of my job and even though I don’t really like talking about what I do and who I work for generally I’m glad I did.  I explained all the process and procedures that goes on in a day in my position.  He gave a gratifying ”I’m glad I don’t do that” type response.  It’s good to know I’m not crazy :)

As I finished my Hoegaarden we parted ways.  He said we should do it again sometime.  How cool is that, right?

Now that it’s all said and done you’re probably thinking “Huh, cool”, right?  How many people do you know that make fancy custom furniture?

We haven’t picked a time or place, but Maren Hogan is up next.

Oh, and being that it’s Retweet Thursday… you know what to do.

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