technology

  • 07 Aug

    Bubbles On A Screen

    Dating today can be incredibly frustrating and carries with it a new-ish set of challenges with the explosion of digital platforms.  But in the end, there is one key to making the whole process optimal for everyone.

    “Treat potential partners like actual people, not bubbles on a screen.”

    That’s from the conclusion of Aziz Ansari’s “Modern Romance.”  The book, which he worked on with sociologist Eric Klinenberg, runs through how dating has changed over the years, especially with how people meet and how late in life they get married.  A lot of it involves how the process now runs through our phones.

    For example, the authors cite a 1932 study of 5,000 marriage licenses filed in Philadelphia that found one-third of the couples had lived within a five block radius.  That is part of a group of studies and stories about how a lot of people met spouses who lived in the same apartment building or same street.

    Obviously online dating has vastly expanded our options, even if that means coming across the profile of someone who does live in the same street but you might otherwise never run into out in the world.

    But with these new options also comes new digital-age problems.  Ansari and his team conducted a bunch of focus groups in various cities and asked men and women about what it’s like to date now.  The groups touched on a number of topics such as the seemingly simple question of whether you should text someone or call them.  Ansari writes that in one group, a woman described calls as “The WORST” while another insisted that was the only way she would talk to a guy.

    “[Dumbfounded] – Every guy in that focus group.”

    Another major question is how long you should correspond with someone before meeting up for the first time.

    “Laurie Davis, author of Love at First Click and an online dating consultant, advises her clients to exchange a maximum of six messages before meeting off-line.”

    But, Ansari says, at the same time there are some people — mainly women — who say they become more and more comfortable about the idea of meeting someone in real life after getting more messages in which they seem likely to not be crazy or dangerous.

    So what do you do with that?  I go for a happy medium.  You don’t want to waste your time endlessly writing back and forth with someone who may hate you in person, so I try to get to that date part sort of quickly.  But I’ve also heard so many horror stories from women I know about their online experiences.  Nothing has ever made me so glad to be a male, since all I have to deal with is odd situations and not ones that make me fearful or horrified.

    Ansari presents what is almost a straightforward sociological kind of book, which is not exactly what I was expecting.  For anyone currently in the dating world, it’s a really interesting discussion that we don’t often have publicly about what works, what we like, and what ridiculousness we all seem to go through.

    But between all the data and focus groups, he does manage to throw in a decent amount of the humor for which he’s famous.  He brings up how we break things off when we’re no longer interested and how hard it feels to basically say to someone, “Thanks…but no thanks.”

    “This is why our culture developed lines like ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ and ‘I’m just not ready to be in a relationship now’ and ‘I’m sorry, I just want to focus on my dragon art,'” Ansari said.

    I can’t wait until someone uses the dragon art line on me.  If you are in the position of potentially doing this, I hereby request that’s the method you go with.

    There’s so much I could cover, but really if you’ve gotten this far and are interested I absolutely encourage you to read the book.  It’s not long and goes quickly!

    But I will close with the amazingness that Ansari found in Japan, where the focus group yielded the fact that many people there do not use profile pictures featuring just themselves.  Instead, they are with groups of people, and often are just pictures of a cat or their rice cooker.

    Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go change mine to something epic.

    By cjhannas books technology
  • 06 Jun

    Will the Real Chris Hannas Please Stand Up?

    Some interesting things pop up when I Google my name.

    I don’t want to get your hopes up, so I’ll just say right now none of them are scandalous.  The top results are things I would expect and welcome, like my website and social media accounts.  That’s a nice improvement from what used to be page after page of college newspaper articles.

    I did come across one of those articles today, but in an unexpected way.  Some sort of aggregation site had the text of the issue we put out for the freshman moving in during my junior year.  I was starting my first full semester as sports editor, and penned a piece urging the newbies to get involved in sports on campus in some way.

    What I discovered in this search is that two years after I graduated, the new staff reprinted that article.  I had no idea before today.  You can read it here.

    Some of my articles from my current day (or rather, night) job show up too, though usually in odd places that have grabbed it from my employer’s site.  Whatevs.

    What’s really interesting are the things that have nothing to do with me.  There is a massive epidemic of people who say things on the internet about items that belong to people named Hanna, but do so without using apostrophes.  I’ve never heard this band play, but I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt and say they’re okay.

    Then there are the near-matches to my name, which Google helpfully sets up in the “Related Searches” section at the bottom.  The best one is, “chris hannah worst canadian.”  Apparently there’s a Canadian rock star with that name who someone really doesn’t like.  Maybe I should rethink my stance from the previous paragraph.

    But the absolute best thing I found in today’s search is this blog post.

    It’s by a guy named Chris Hanna, who laments the fact that there are so many people with his name, it’s hard to get good, simple user names on popular sites.  Even worse, he writes, many of the people who get the simple names aren’t very active on those sites, thus wasting what he says he could be using more productively.

    He appears to be Canadian and intern at a newspaper.  Maybe we should be friends.

  • 26 Jul

    Dude, There’s My Car

    The people who run my old apartment complex in Florida should really complain to Google.

    The property shows up fine in search results, but the Street View is doing nothing to entice people to move there (or any part of Jacksonville).  I say this after randomly deciding to look at it tonight and noticing something very familiar in the parking lot:

    That’s my car in the middle, with my apartment to the right of the big tree.  The photo says it was taken in December 2007, which was two months after I moved in.  To be fair, this is exactly what the sky looked like when I arrived — grey, nasty, feeling very rain-like.  But of course that’s not what you picture when you think of Florida.

    The Street View van has been back to the city since then.  Check out what my former workplace looked like in April 2011:

    That’s more like it, right?  The sun and the green vegetation project some actual warmth.  The same is true at the beach, taken the next month (how long does it take to drive around a city?)

    So Google, do the very nice folks at Beach Villas a favor and give them some better Street View pics. People need to know I vacated that parking space.

  • 13 Jun

    Knowing Is Half The Battle

    I’ve written from time to time about people’s Google searches that land them here, most of which are a little strange.  Often what I’ve written in the posts they land on in no way helps them.

    But we all search odd things from time to time. 

    Just a few weeks ago, I Googled “thumb twitching” after — you guessed it — my thumb was twitching.  In 1812, I would have sat there wondering what malady had befallen my limb, but thanks to modern technology I know it was most likely stress-related.

    More fun are my recent searches related to the book.  In the course of writing I have run across several instances in which I needed a detail for my character — usually one of the females — and had absolutely no idea what would be realistic. 

    That’s why my search history has things like “eye shadow color for green eyes” and “updo.”  Last weekend I was trying to describe a waitresses’ eyewear, and to get a proper mental picture I did an image search for “old lady glasses.” 

    I’m proud to report that all three searches were wildly successful.

    [Sidenote: I find it fascinating that Blogger, a Google product on which I am writing this post, flagged the word “Googled” as a spelling error.]

    Since people like pictures in these posts, let me share one I took during my commute home this morning:

    If it looks Instagram-y, it is.  Find me at cjhannas.

  • 16 Dec

    Changing Faces

    Facebook has rolled out a new change, and the world did not end.

    Actually, I love this change.  It’s the addition of the Timeline feature, which totally changes the look of your profile page.  Visually, it’s a vast improvement that better integrates the posts on your wall and really makes any kind of graphic or video really stand out.

    The new look also provides a fascinating kind of rabbit hole for you to go down with the ability to look back through the years to pretty much all of your Facebook activity since you signed up.  You could kind of do this before by continually scrolling to the bottom of your wall and stepping back little by little, but now it’s really easy to browse through.

    Being a total nerd, of course I looked back at most of it already.  There was a lot that made me smile, remembering some great times and people that have made my life great since I joined Facebook on March 3, 2005.  Back then it was only college students and you had to wait until your school was added.  Susquehanna University wasn’t exactly at the top of the priority list, but we were certainly happy to be included eventually.

    But seeing all of those posts also brought up a lot of names that once were a big part of my life, or at least good for some laughs, and now are gone.  Seeing them definitely made me wish some of those relationships hadn’t melted away, but I guess that’s life, and a reminder to do a better job of keeping up with people.

    My only real complaint about the new look is that the shape of the profile picture changed, making the one I’ve had pretty much since mid-2009 look really awkward now.

    Maybe it was time to change anyway.

  • 31 Oct

    Stunt Double

    Facebook has added in a lot of features over the years — some good, some not so good — but there’s one aspect of their technology that may help solve a lifelong question.

    If you meet me, there are certain facts that are likely to elicit what I consider overblown responses about their novelty, mainly that I am left handed and have a twin sister.  Yes, I understand neither of these are tremendously common, but each brings its own series of questions I have answered a hundred times.

    With the twin thing one of the most frequent questions is if we look alike.  The answer, I say, really depends on whom you ask.  To some people there’s a big resemblance while others think we don’t look anything alike.

    Thanks to Facebook’s face recognition feature when you upload photos, we may have an answer.  At least, we now know what computers think:

    I uploaded a picture the other day with all of my siblings in it, and Facebook only tried to tag one of the faces.  It’s mine, but Facebook think it’s my sister.

    What do you think?  Here’s perhaps the greatest picture of us that will ever be taken:

    And one more for good measure:

  • 23 Jul

    Auto Incorrect

    One of the best developments in the cell phone industry is autocorrect, which takes things like “dtubw” and figures out you really meant to type “drive.”

    One of the worst developments in the cell phone industry is autocorrect, which takes roughly 90 percent of what you say and replaces it with entirely incomprehensible statements that somehow include words no one would ever intentionally text.

    I’ve gotten used to my phone and its mission to make me look stupid, so I can happily report I only have two issues that constantly pop up. For some reason my phone refuses to believe I ever actually want to use the words “of” and “taco.”

    If you hypothetically asked if I wanted to grab something to eat, but I just went to my favorite fast food establishment, I might send you a reply that says, “Sorry, already have a belly full of Taco Bell.”

    Of course just because that’s what I intend to send doesn’t mean that’s what you’ll see.

    Deep inside my phone gremlins and possibly Keebler elves will be hard at work, analyzing and debating what message they should send out into the world. They’ll analyze all of my previous texts, utterly disregard that history and randomly throw darts at a board full of alternate statements they somehow think will be an improvement over what I typed.

    The result will look something like this:

    “Sorry, already have a belly full if taxi Bell.”

    Thanks, phone. That was helpful.

  • 31 May

    Chicken Nugget Dreams

    In the midst of my sickness last weekend, I did my best to follow advice that really didn’t sound too hard: eat a lot, turn off all possible distractions, and sleep until your body decides it’s time to wake up.

    Everything was going well until I took a nap on Saturday afternoon. What was meant to be a rest-my-eyes session turned into more of a sleep-way-past-dinner coma. Whoops.

    As I stared at the clock and tried to figure out what was going on, it occurred to me I was hungry and really needed to do something about that. Given that it was already after midnight and I didn’t exactly have a ton of energy, naturally my thoughts went to how great it would be for someone to provide food for me.

    Since I don’t yet have lottery winnings to provide for a personal chef, and Natalie Portman decided to go in another direction, all I could hope for was some type of delivery service. Pizza didn’t sound great. Neither did Chinese. What I really needed was some Wendy’s.

    So, in super-productive fashion, I addressed the situation by sending out a melodramatic tweet:

    Below my message, you see a reply from Jason, who happens to have just visited the Philippines. As you can see, Wendy’s does deliver in Manila. (You can read more about Jason’s travels on his blog).

    Not only does Wendy’s deliver, but you can even order online. The website says there are 31 locations in the country. They certainly have something to teach the thousands of Wendy’s restaurants here in the United States who make me go alllllll the way to them.

    As my delirious dreams of delivery faded that night, I started thinking about a backup plan. That involved actually pulling myself out of bed and making the two-mile drive to Wendy’s myself.

    Then I closed my eyes for a second — just a second — and somehow it was 3 a.m., long after Wendy’s had closed. Thank goodness I had some Cocoa Puffs.

  • 26 May

    Becoming Me

    Last weekend I did something very momentous and took another step closer to fully becoming me.

    Now, before you think too much in the existential sense or that it involved some hallucinogenic-induced soul-searching, know that this step involved my Twitter name.

    The fine people at Twitter actually make it really simple to change your username without affecting anything else about your account. All of your followers and the people you follow stay the same, and pretty much nobody notices.

    So, with that knowledge, I subtly switched from chwilbur to cjhannas, a move that better integrates the “brand” that is my online presence. More importantly though, it should help reduce the chances that I will ever have to explain to another person how the heck I ended up with the name chwilbur.

    My short answer for years has been something like, “It doesn’t mean anything now, and didn’t mean much when I first signed up, it’s just too much of a hassle to change.” Thanks to nobody using AOL Instant Messenger anymore, and my slow migration over to this site for the blog and a somewhat similar gmail address, I don’t have much use for the chwilbur moniker anymore.

    And that’s good, because the true story — the long one — is a bit of an effort to tell, and like the short answer, really has no good substantive reason behind it. But in honor of retiring yet another chwilbur, here goes:

    When I was in high school, let’s say freshman year, I actually started with usernames that were well grounded in my actual name. But back then, it was super lame and un-creative to do that, so I started trying to come up with something clever. After several failed attempts involving Pepsi (my favorite drink at the time) I gave up.

    Then one day I was at my friend MR’s house, and the movie Contact was on TV. If you’re not familiar with Contact, it’s a sci-fi movie based on a book by Carl Sagan. As the credits rolled, MR said to nobody in particular, “For Earl.”

    (confused silence)
    (more confused silence)

    He pointed at the television and again said, “For Earl,” and we waited. Finally, near the end of the credits a dedication to the author popped up: “For Carl.”

    (pure delirious laughter)

    A week or so later, I called MR’s house to see if he wanted to hang out. As the phone rang for the third and fourth times, I remembered he and his family had gone out of town and definitely were not going to answer the phone.

    No matter. The answering machine picked up, and in whatever goofy accent I decided to try out that day I started with, “Hey Earl…this is…uhhh…Wilbur…” And so I accidentally became Wilbur, and thus chwilbur, a name that as I said clearly meant nothing then and means even less now.

    Long live cjhannas.

    I’d like to also take a second and note that this is the 400th post on the blog, a number that seems pretty staggering considering the first year only had 20 posts. It’s incredible to look back and see how much my writing has changed, and even the difference in the kinds of things I write about.

    Last year I did sort of “best of” posts for 2010 and 2009. Tomorrow I’m going to dig up a list of the better ones from the early years, when things were slightly more, um, interesting.

    I thought it would be neat to look at posts Nos. 100, 200, and 300 as a quick snapshot of the changes. But the first two ended up being about books I read, so it’s not as interesting an exercise as I thought it might be. I linked them for what it’s worth.

    Hasta mañana.

  • 22 Apr

    I Tawt I Taw a Tweety Tat

    A few of my friends have recently joined Twitter and asked for advice about some of the intricacies of using the micro-blogging service.

    Some of those questions have been about specific things like, “What are hashtags?” or “Who can see my Tweets?” Others have centered on more macro issues such as, “What do I do with it?”

    There are about 200 million Twitter users, and many of them would answer that last question differently. My account is all about snarky responses to other people’s tweets, sharing links to interesting articles I read, offering quick observations that aren’t enough for a blog post (though sometimes they end up here), and posting links to my work.

    I joined in 2008 and since then have sent out 1,347 messages. I was looking back through them today after AV asked if they stay on your account forever (they do, and also get recorded by the Library of Congress). Naturally, I was curious to see what my first post was like. It was boring, and somewhat puzzling for my first foray into the Twitterverse:

    I was looking for my next job at the time, but not sure why I felt compelled to share that with the world. Since then, I think it’s become a more entertaining feed to follow.

    There’s the observational stuff:


    Some insight into my life:


    And the constant reminder that I’m not that smart:


    AV and I also talked about the trove of messages as in interesting place to research certain events. It would be fascinating to see how the Tweets unfolded as a particular event was happening, as people made conclusions and expressed opinions based on limited information and even how those things changed as more became clear. You could also compare international events looking through different lenses, such as how Americans viewed the uprising in Egypt or how Israelis and Palestinians talked about an airstrike in Gaza.

    Or you could look at your ancestors and find really interesting nuggets about incredibly important milestones in their lives:

    Of course, you can also do that with yourself. This seemed innocuous at the time, but given a group of people I have met since then, it would probably get me beaten up today:

    Tweet carefully.

1 2 3
Archives