After 13 years of entrepreneurship, running businesses like Nilenso (India’s first worker-owned tech company) and Endatabas (earth’s first immutable HTAP SQL database), I’m looking for full-time employment. I’ve enjoyed starting unique companies from scratch and taking them as far as I can, but now I want to help grow something larger than I...
Hello, I’m Steven! I’m a project manager and developer from Halifax. I grow teams and ensure that we build the right product. Lately, I also build, evolve, and maintain backend Rails codebases for companies and non-profits. I’ve been writing code for 30 years, but I will always sweep the floor. 🇨🇦 🇮🇳 🇺🇸 🇪🇺 I lived in India for 10 years...
I recently made two new friends: Abhinav Omprakash and Dawn Walker. Abhinav said I’m an optimist and I should write about it. Dawn said I shouldn’t try to coin any new terms. I should know better, but this essay follows Abhinav’s recommendation — and credits Dawn, in the very likely event I should have followed her advice instead. I have been...
Commercial Open Source Softare (COSS) is an only-loosely-agreed-upon term for businesses built upon selling open source products. COSS has seen two significant waves pass, with a third now emerging. The head of each wave lasts approximately a decade. The tail of each wave extends into the future indefinitely. Each wave subsumes all previous...
I am carrying a bucket of human waste. Two buckets, actually. I’m visiting an off-grid cabin in an Acadian forest where the vegetable garden is nourished by a humanure composting system. It’s my turn to take out the, uh, compost. Every visit to this forest is an opportunity to get away from Twitter, away from the noise of the city, and enjoy a...
Driving down the #9 highway in Southeast Saskatchewan yesterday, I giggled in surprise when I noticed a small piece of Internet lodged in a canola field. I saw the unmistakeable orange logo as we approached the unincorporated hamlet of Görlitz (population unknown) from the north. Amid the other billboards for bulk fertilizer and local honey was a...
The computer is a curious gadget. It is one of few human inventions which can exist purely – yet accurately – in the imagination. Prior to the existence of a real computing machine, mathematicians could hypothesize how it might behave. They even understood the unbounded, fractal potential of computers: If human beings have machines for...
The following is a personal list of books and essays I would like to read, in priority order. This is a living document and entirely personal. I have only published it because, well, Publish Everything. I want to read Full list on Goodreads Priority 1 Exhalation (Chiang) Hackers (Levy) Reinventing Organizations (Laloux) Priority 2 Poor Economics...
Can I interest you in a nutrition label? Ethics! We all have a few. Every day, my personal ethics evolve in varying degrees. It seemed harmless to speak loudly and abrasively in my early twenties — a speech full of arbitrary and contrary words. Who was I hurting? Now I know. The increments of personal ethics evolution are slow and sometimes the...
The inevitable advent of जादूगरों का गाँव. “Land in Canada costs how much?” Ragul queries me a second time. His eyes are wide and I can tell he’s asking me to confirm the cost of property in Eastern Canada because half of him doesn’t believe it. “Yeah, I know,” I say, “$23,000 CAD for 20–30 acres is…” I pull out my phone and start punching the...
The 2019 Canadian federal election is over. I doubt anyone feels very good about it. Not because a minority government threatens to immobilize the Canadian government. I mean, there is that. But the suffocating air of this election was far less tangible, far less quantifiable, than counted ballots. The outmoded left-right political spectrum is...
Two weeks ago, a friend struck up a conversation with me about his meditation practice. His query was: Hi Steve, I started meditating like a month ago. Nothing fancy, just sitting down and observing my breath. I did it because my anxiety was really, really bad and I couldn’t sleep at all most nights. It was horrible. At first the meditation made...
How often do we experience real silence? Universal Spaces was written out of necessity. There is nothing profound about the idea of universal spaces — spaces without any form of exceptional availability — but no preexisting terminology satisfies the requirement of defining spaces only in terms of that quality. Universal spaces require an...
Yesterday we visited Chennai’s Theosophical Society. Prior to this visit I knew little of Theosophy and nothing about the space. The Society is staggering in size. Bountiful gardens spread across 260 acres. Although it is dwarfed by large city parks like Central Park (850 acres) in New York and Stanley Park (1000 acres) in Vancouver, the...
When I moved to Bangalore six years ago, I had no interest in India’s garbage management problem. I moved here to build a software company, not to muck about with garbage bins. But every time I would fly between the subcontinent and the Americas, I would find relief on my home continent and exhaustion on my continent of immigration. Living in a...
For those of us who grew up in the 1990s (Gen-Y-ers? Pre-Millennials?), the sound of connecting was Pshhhkkkkkkrrrrkakingkakingkakingtshchchchchchchchcchdingding*ding and there was a certain romance to the ritual of Getting On The Internet. At least, there is a certain romance now, looking back. Now that we live in the era which precedes the era...
tl;dr: Yes, it does. A friend with very little drug experience recently asked me if smoking (or eating) marijuana would harm her nascent meditation practice. She had a few follow-up questions, one of which was “have you ever written about this?” which caused me to turn our conversation into this essay. First off, on the broad topic of drugs and...
In 21 Lessons for the 21st Century, Yuval Noah Harari repeatedly emphasizes the need for society to apply critical thinking to the future of software, algorithms, and artificial intelligence. Harari is one of the more forward-thinking philosophers when it comes to disruptive technology and 21 Lessons lucidly collects the requirements for our...
Disclaimer and Full Disclosure: I began writing this article in July, during my last week at nilenso. Go-Jek is a client of nilenso’s. My views represent neither company. I just re-read Steve Yegge’s “Why I left Google to join Grab” article. My heart is pumping. I’m excited. Just not in the way he intended. You may have forgotten about Yegge’s...
“I only have two goals for my kids,” Paige announced calmly as she set her chai down. “One, I don’t want them to be assholes; they shouldn’t mistreat anybody; they should be nice people. And two, I don’t want them to become substance abusers.” It is natural for people our age to worry about drug addiction in the upcoming generation. During the...
We started siggu.org with the very rough intention of answering one question: Why meditate? We have multiple axes across which we will write in an attempt to answer this question: neuroscience, infrastructure, policy, and health — among others. Siggu itself is a Pali word. It means horseradish. There is nothing particularly special about a...
If you are not already familiar with nilenso, I apologize. This article may not make any sense to you. Requested as an opinion piece in reply to an internal email on salaries, it hinges on a lot of context. You may find that context interesting. YourStory: India’s first software co-operative Huh? A Software Cooperative? — an introduction How to...
PMS. I still can’t remember first learning about Pre-Menstrual Symptoms as a child. I don’t remember the specific event, but the understanding conveyed. I imagine it went something like this: “My Mom was really grouchy this morning.” - “Oh, she probably has PMS.” - “Is that a disease?” - “Nah, it’s something that happens to Moms once a month....
Riding a bicycle in Bangalore is surprisingly easy. Bicycles are nimble and the traffic is slow. The roads are… good enough. The weather is perfect. The pollution is an issue but not riding a bicycle only exacerbates that situation. Here are my recommendations for making riding a bike in Bangalore something between tolerable and enjoyable....
This past week, nilenso interviewed a German fellow for a software development position. As part of the routine of meeting a new stranger in this city, a variation of “Why do you live in Bangalore?” passed between us. My answer to this question is complex and usually varies based on the tone and implied subtext with which the question is asked....
Tom Hall asked me once how nilenso decided salaries when we have no bonuses. This is a question we get often. Our first stab at this was a model we’d inherited from other companies we’d worked at: have salary bands which match up to the skill and experience of the current staff, match that to the available cash, and set salaries accordingly. At...
This is a brief idea I remembered while cleaning up some old files. It initially occurred to me while discussing the status of my eyes with the surgeon after I had a vitrectomy and scleral buckle. Our conversations were terrible. He would stare at the back of my eye with his lenses and probes, ask what I saw, I would give a lengthy description...
I’ve recently returned to Canada for a month to visit family. While here, I’ve run into some old friends (and friends of friends) whom I haven’t been in contact with since moving to Bangalore three years ago. “Oh! You live in India? What’s that like?” is one common conversation piece. Or the frequent line of questioning which positions the entire...
He squinted through a pair of wrap-around sunglasses, the kind one often expects to see on the crowning end of a wheelchair with wings of lenses spread wide and soaring across a sea of wrinkles – or drool, if the sea had previously suffered a stroke. Or at home in makeshift bingo halls constructed of a dusty old Lions Club because all the Lions...
I recently returned to work from my second 10-day Vipassana course. After such a course, friends are always curious about the experience. Because Vipassana meditation courses are largely indescribable, the conversation often drifts to one’s journey toward Vipassana, and the journey toward meditation in general. For me, this journey has been a...
I recently wrote about how thankful I am, after a decade in software, to work for an employer which inherently understands my values and the values of all my colleagues. That employer is me. That employer is also all of my colleagues. That employer is nilenso: a software cooperative owned and operated by its employees here in Bangalore. What is a...
I recently suffered the most severe injuries of my life — I experienced a retinal tear and detachment which led to multiple surgeries. Those surgeries themselves have permanently damaged my vision and physically deformed my right eye. While I was recovering, I was unable to read, use a computer, or watch video. Oh. And I was in California, on...
A description of a doctrine without words is not a doctrine without words. Over the last few days, the internet saw a layered explosion of conversation regarding Adria Richards, and a conversation which happened near her at PyCon 2013. To me, it looked like this: The first circle represents the initial event. The second circle represents Adria’s...
One of the benefits of working for a startup like C42 Engineering (where I help build rubymonk.com — the name is a coincidence) is the broad range of experiences available, both in and out of the office. Thanks to our flexible work environment, I was able to travel to Himachal Pradesh for a couple weeks of experimenting on myself as a break from...
The curiosity of my coworkers at ThoughtWorks often leads to a number of healthy and interesting debates, which often occur in the pub, on internal mailing lists, and anywhere in-between. One such discussion, of the mailing list variety, revolved around the topic Chinese economics and politics. Inevitably, the recent Angry Red Dragon issue of The...
The other day I was listening to assorted tracks in my reading room while enjoying a glass of scotch and puttering away in the codebase of my current project. I was feeling chipper, the sun was shining. On Saturdays I’m willing to play the music loud enough to feel engrossed and I was looking for a bit of a beat in most of what I was listening...
The Theory Moving to a new country often involves adjusting to a new currency. As much as my mind can’t intuitively wrap itself around miles, I have a hard time with the feeling of Rupees here in India. Thankfully, the current economic situation provides us with some easy answers. The present economy helpfully provides us North Americans with a...
Some lessons I learned before reading this article Rohan showed me today (ironically filed under GTD): Get rid of your car. Own less. And less. And less. If you have to own something, own something good. Don’t watch TV. Ever. Do things you love with other people. Do things you hate with other people. The article, unfortunately, suggests...
One of the roadblocks to the Tightpinkproduct is The Gap. My friend installs Ubuntu and complains about the difficulty of installing Flash or forcing WMV files to play inside of Firefox. He shouldn’t have any reason to complain. All these things work. More often than not, they will work with packages living inside repositories. I, too, would...
I saw Thoughtless Acts a while back and it immediately reminded me of an idea Drew and I came up with years ago. It came to the attention of people who frequented my basement office that if one became engaged in conversation, he or she would inevitably stand on top of some octagonal free weights I had lying around: Perching oneself on these long...
Mike (seen here fondling beef) had a blog post about accidentally formatting the wrong partition and losing all his data. Then he went crazy and formatted his entire blog on purpose. What a guy. In response to his non-existent post, I will engage in a tirade describing where computing has taken me. First, there was my PC. My first real computer...
I went for a long walk in the rain. Gosh was it muddy. I saw a little girl whipping herself and begging for change. A sick, touristy part of me wanted to take a picture of her. An even sicker part of me wanted to borrow the whip to see if the sound it produced was representative of the pain it inflicted. She tugged at my arm as I walked by; I...
Do you remember the last time you were in the physical presence of an expert? Do you remember how it felt to watch her perform her art? Perhaps hands dancing through the strings of a guitar or over a keyboard. Perhaps instinctual movements producing new material at needlepoint or temporal painting through dance. Perhaps the gentle swing of a...