Saturday, October 16, 2010

Data Data

I name this entry after an eccentric coworker who uses the word "data" so much in conversations that we just like to exclaim "data!"  Then he gets into it and says "give me data, fellas.  Data data."

So where, exactly, am I going with that?  Well, I am a person who likes data when making decisions, and when doing this project at work lately, I might have focused too much on the data and not on the abstract business picture.  I like when I have easily interpretable information in front of me where there is one meaning when it comes time for me to answer some sort of question.  I do like to think about the what-ifs and existentials, but I think of various scenarios that have data as a basis.  Data doesn't always have to be numbers.  It can also be simple factoids that relate to life as we know it.  However, data is tangible and not an abstract prospect, so I'm fine what standard data when I have to solve a problem.

I was always good with math, so that made data rather natural to come by.  So I think that gives me a natural inclination to also rely on hard data, which is easier for me to decipher especially since there are patterns involved.  I like that.

I also like my coworker's data jokes for worse reasons.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

We Don't Fake Emotion Well

I have fake laughed too many times.  I have fake frowned.  I couldn't even act in live theater because my facial expressions were always blank.

I'm not the type who naturally shows his facial expressions without careful thought or consideration the majority of the time.  Maybe the only time I am consciously showing a face without deliberation is when I taste food that I don't much care for...particularly crappy beers.  Often my eyes and face are drifting in thought in some other direction, so it throws people off when I'm looking around, as if my emotion is mere indifference (which it frequently can be) when it's more that I still look around a lot.

People may think I'm actually upset when I make exasperated expressions to be funny.  It's because I don't naturally laugh all that much, but then again that might be a more common trait.  However, my fake laughs can be obvious.  My real laughs I try to suppress a lot and you can tell I find something to be really funny...usually a subject that no one finds funny like I do.  It's like I'm never sure when exactly is the time to laugh, which presents a problem in itself.  People don't think I'm depressed, however, which I love...I'm not one to like constant debbie downers here, to overruse that nickname.  So maybe I have a nice balance of emotion after all once I can figure them out for myself.

This entry didn't really make too much sense by the end, did it?