Using caffeine intelligently

or A Cognitive Scientist Talks About Caffeine

I am not a pharmacist, and I am certainly not a doctor. I didn’t even stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night. I am, however, a big fan of caffeine, and the recipient of a four year honours bachelor of science degree in Cognitive Science and Artificial Intelligence, so I know a thing or two about minds. Because using caffeine (or any stimulant for that matter) is largely a mental affair, and because we are on the internet, I feel this adequately qualifies me to prattle on for some length.

My goal in writing this is to help people use caffeine more effectively by helping to understand its effects. But there are a lot of things that are not my goal and it is only fitting to discuss them right up front. I’m not trying to start a debate about whether caffeine has long term health effects. Because it is a nice thing, it has perforce garnered plenty of accusations that it causes limbs to fall off and hair to grow where there wasn’t hair before, and so on. That is a discussion that is best left to properly conducted, properly controlled, long term studies, but as a quick and by no means comprehensive review…

Likewise I’m not going to go on about how it seems to reduce the risk of Parkinson’s Disease and prevent skin cancer, liver cancer and others. That is for another discussion, but suffice it to say that even if it weren’t a stimulant it might be worth taking strictly for the health benefits.
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Doubleshot to the heart

As posted moments ago on the appropriate starbucks contact form. This is important people. We need to get a grassroots god damned uprising going. [For the uninitiated, I refer to this.]

— SNIP —

Item: The starbucks doubleshot is a stroke of caffeinated genius.

Item: My friends and I want more of it. MUCH more.

Item: We live in Canada.

The current calculus of doubleshot availability makes us very sad because the moral is that in order to keep ourselves supplied, we need to travel to the US, which we are only too happy to do, but which is rather prohibitive on a daily basis.

It would do our spirits almost incalculable good to know the following:

– How can we best order quantities (maybe LARGE quantities) of this delivered to our collective doorsteps?
– When can we expect to see it in stores up here.

If you need us to elect a particular party to government, or grant you tax free status, we’ll see what we can do, just please don’t make us beg.

Unless that will get us our doubleshots, in which case we’re not above it.

With sincerest regards,

Johnathan Nightingale

Edit: Aug 15. They replied:

Dear Mr. Nightingale:

Thank you for contacting Starbucks Coffee Company.

The canned DoubleshotT coffee drink is currently available nationwide in the United States and parts of Canada. You may find them any place Pepsi products are available. If your local grocery does not carry them, please inform the store manager that you would like these to be available for purchase. Please contact your local Pepsi distributor to obtain information regarding finding the product locally. Unfortunately they are not available through mail order or online.

Thank you again for contacting Starbucks. If you have any further questions or concerns, please contact us at info@starbucks.com or call (800) 23-LATTE to speak with a customer relations representative.

Sincerely,

Jessa M.

Customer Relations Representative

Starbucks Coffee Company

God Bless You Jessa. Now the hunt is on.

The Heritage Bicycle Club of North America

I am member 29111 of the Heritage Bicycle Club of North America. Until tomorrow.

The Ferocus has needed new tires for some time, and I was basically driving its current ones into the ground while I looked into which tires I wanted as replacements. Thus it came as no particular surprise yesterday that, while doing 120 or so on the 407 near Vaughan, our front passenger tire gave up. No blowout, no trauma; just Amy and I realising that the tire was gone and me hitting the hazards and pulling off. Since I like cars, and preparedness, our car is well armed for such a happenstance and it took no more than 15 minutes to swap tires, check pressure on the donut, touch up with compressor, and we were back on the road. It was basically perfectly executed on the tire’s part since I had just that morning cashed the Make: cheque that was going to pay for the replacements, and since I have today off (3 blog postings in one day, you better believe I have the day off) to bring the car in for the swap. Now this is how we roll.

So it came to be that I had to find lunch while the tires were swapped, and was on foot, in Brampton. I meandered south since the road tends to slope that way, and passed by the Crown & Anchor pub. The Crown & Anchor looks, from the signage, like a wannabe Firkin, but since Firkins are sort of wannabe pubs, I thought this might be the very thing I was looking for, a beef dip or halibut and chips being emminently more civilized than your average fast food fare. On the door, I saw a sign, reading thus:

This establishment (The Crown & Anchor Pub, Brampton) has become a member of the Heritage Bicycle Club of North America.
As a result, our services are only offered to members of the club.
One day membership: $1.00
Yearly membership: $25.00
One day memberships can accrue towards cost of yearly membership.

On my eternal soul, I shit you not.

It took me I think a full 3 seconds to process the scam that was going on here, so if you already know the punchline, you are clearly much smarter than I. I walked in the door, grabbed a seat at which point the waitress gave The Schpiel. “This is not a pub,” she said, doing her best Magritte. “Yes, I saw the sign,” I replied knowingly, but she was compelled, I think, to continue. “We are a private club, and there is a membership fee of $1.00 for a one day membership.” I waited. “And this is a smoking establishment.” Bing-, as they say, -o.

She needn’t have bothered. The mind likes familiar things and so it was not long before I remembered pubs with smoke and settled back in; I spent a lot of high school in pool halls and a lot of the last few years in poker rooms, I can handle smoke, but that is not at all to say that it wasn’t immediately, overpoweringly noticeable. The smoke curling off of every (other) patron’s fingers was almost lively, excited to find a room where it could stretch out and fill the space. There was no filtration system in evidence, even the ceiling fans only sort of wandered about their orbits. It felt like I was in a den of iniquity, far moreso than any underground poker game.

The pub (qua pub) wasn’t great, unsurprisingly. My diet coke tasted alarmingly like beer in a way that casts doubt on the diligence of their dishwasher. The beef dip was passable, the coleslaw was mayonnaise, and the tab came to $11.45 including my membership fee. When I got home, I took another look at the card, and dug up the URL. I wasn’t sure what I’d find, but what I did amused me. The site is a sham of course, every page past the opening is under construction or 404. I thought the banner page might militantly proclaim smoker’s rights, I thought they might farcically pretend interest in those big-wheeled bicycles of yore. What they do instead is muddle:

The purpose of the membership is to provide FRIENDSHIP and an understanding of expectations. These expectations can vary and in fact should evolve with the membership.

Because of the increased regulations on both sides of the border that increasingly dictate cultural and social behavior, there is a growing need for an organization that can propagate these rules and regulations. Our members can use modern technology to inform themselves about seemingly confusing dictates and find an experience that caters to them.

Now you know the secret, you understand this code language. If you got there because you googled for heritage bicycle clubs…?

I pass no judgement on the whole operation – they did the natural thing when their shared interest became taboo, they turned inward. I’m really more struck than anything, like I walked in on a Knights Templar baptismal ritual, only sadder, more pathetic. I doubt I’ll renew my membership.

Cusped

The aforementioned cusp has come and gone. I’m taking the UCD job.

The more I spoke with the UCD manager, the UCD senior technical lead, and some of my potentially-future teammates in that department, the more I began to get excited, and to buy into the idea that this could be a really good fit. I can, if my readers will forgive me a lapse into what I hope is not perceived as unbridled ego, a lapse which I promise is due only to the necessity of forming a properly considered opinion and one which I will endeavour to keep as brief as reasonably possible, be sort of a smart guy at times, and this job is basically about being paid to think, and to think bigger than individual developers or even individual products get to think. It’s about making things not suck, and about cutting through complex and overcomplicated things to deliver an idea which is comprehensible and intuitive. Maybe I will find it doesn’t fit, and in 6 months I’ll be calling the security guy back — security is still something I follow pretty closely after all, there was never a question that I found both jobs interesting. But for right now, the UCD job is totally the right call.

Everything is clearer on a cusp.

Of course, now comes the process — it would certainly have been less headache to have just quit. As an internal transfer, my old department and manager get a say in whether, or at least when I can make a move like that. This process has always seemed a little broken to me, however well-intentioned. Basically, when an employee at IBM wants to move, they request an “availability date” from their manager: an agreed-upon date after which the employee is free to move. This is done so that managers are able to exert a modicum of restraint on disruptive transfers, to wit, “We are 3 weeks from the end of this product cycle, so it will hurt us much less for you to leave then, instead of now. You are therefore available Mid-August.” And in the case of most employees this is, I believe, how it basically works. However to the extent that you are a high producer or otherwise valuable, it seems that the incentives surrounding corporate culture in general, and management in particular, will motivate your manager to resist, to keep you working for them by giving you a date that is unrealistically far out. Thus those who arguably should be moving the most for the good of the company, people who can land in a department, make a difference, and then move on, are those most discouraged from doing so. I don’t know yet what my date will be, though I have requested one — we’ll see if this means pain or not.

Job thoughts

I work for IBM. Most people who would read this already know that, but in case it comes as news to you, there it is. I work for IBM and I am generally content with the work I do there and the environment that is cultivated. Generally. Content.

So it came as something of a surprise when, out of nowhere, not 1 but 2 jobs, of vastly different character and substance arrived in my lap within 12 hours of one another. Before proceeding, I should point out that in the metaphorical seascape, where these jobs are submarines or possibly whales, and where my current management is perhaps some kind of surface vessel, a fishing trawler, say, or a canoe; in the sense of all of this, it would not be incorrect to say that said trawler is not equipped with a sidescan sonar buoy, if you catch my drift. That is to say, they don’t know about this, and frankly I would be just as happy if you, dear reader, did not inform them. Surely google will find this blog eventually but by then I think this situation will have resolved itself.

Job the first concerns a security course I took a while ago, one of much ethical hacking and a generous soupçon of advanced penetration testing besides. It was a fun course, if somewhat a rehashing for me of things I had already learned, and the week after taking it, in talking with the instructor, he told me he had a teaching/pentesting position for me in the fall if I were interested. I have met with him. We have had drinks. His motorcycle’s vanity plate is, I swear, HAX0R. Delicious. This job would have me doing something I like, and getting paid almost heinously well on a per-diem basis, but it would be a contracted position and would not be full time and it’s quite unclear whether the degree to which it is part time is made up for by the aforementioned heinousness.

Job the second concerns the recent departure from IBM of a friend of mine and delightful fellow named Mike. Mike was in the User Centered Design lab, which is to say that, like the BASF commercials of yore, his job was not to make things, it was to make things better. UCD are the people that grab developers by the scruff of their earlobes and shake them like British nannies until they produce something usable, to wit: “You can’t put the close button on the other side of the window just because you think it’s cool! You can’t invent this stuff as you go along. The user, she can’t take much more’o’this!” It turns out the question of how to make extremely complex things usable and comprehensible to extremely simple users is an interesting and challenging one. And not just to Mike; I too find it delicious. His job, it seems, has also become available to me, if I should be so inclined (or a derivative of his job, no one can replace Mike, he is a beautiful and unique snowflake, yadda yadda yadda). I have met with his manager. I do not know whether he has a cool license plate.

I have been forestalling the decision until a Cusp, which seems now to be, if not upon me, then at least afoot. The UCD gig will be available first. If I decide to pass on it for the security gig, I give up a sure thing for a maybe. On the other hand I know I will enjoy the security job, and I merely strongly suspect I will enjoy the nebulousness that is the UCD job. On the other hand, I have a degree in cogsci, I love humanity, and UCD is about people, and making things not suck, which are things about which I have passion. On the other hand, there are license plates to consider.

It comes to this: the thing I will not do is take the UCD job, get the offer for the security job, and jump ship two months in. I don’t care that I owe IBM no particular debt. I don’t care that IBM would dump me in a second if it increased shareholder value. I have a professional ethic which prevents me from the duplicity of taking a job I know I won’t keep, so if I take the UCD job, I will be saying ‘no’ to the security one, or at very least “call me in 6 months and we’ll see how well UCD is fitting.” The security job may or may not wait, though I suspect it will — good teachers with technical backgrounds are a scarcity, even before considering the obscurity of the material. UCD definitely won’t wait — they need someone and if it isn’t me, it will be someone else. But I’ve been given to believe it certainly could be me.

It remains undecided.

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