*Or at least it shouldn’t be used as such
Due to this straightforward way of thinking, ENTJs tend to have the greatest difficulty of all the types in applying subjective considerations and emotional values into the decision-making process.
-From the Wikipedia article on ENTJs
I’ll be up front: I’m an ENTJ.
Anyone who has ever taken a Keirsey Temperament Sorter or an MBTI type assessment knows that the usefulness for truly revealing deep insight into one’s character of these tools is somewhere between “nicely illuminating” and “not much better than this morning’s horoscope”. There’s very little causation chocolate in that correlative peanut butter, at least in my opinion. However, there are some valuable nuggets that can be used for self-introspective purposes.
For instance, check that blockquote above. What that basically means is that ENTJs tend to be black and white thinkers. What it also means is that they tend to have difficulty in empathizing with others’ emotional positions. This (can) lead to three decided downsides for both the ENTJs and those who have to deal with them:
- We don’t understand why others, when given the exact same set of facts, come to conclusions other than the ones we draw
- We tend to have a poor sense of how our words and tone are likely to be perceived by others
- We tend to get caught up in our own decision-making process, assume others make the same leaps of logic as we do and then get frustrated when things don’t work out according to our plans (either because of simple logistics or the active “failure” of others to read our minds)
Practically, this can result in me making decisions whose logic and expected outcome make perfect sense to me, yet leave others either scratching their heads or actively insulted. If I manage to succeed in these endeavors, the slights tend to get forgotten (for the time being), while if I fail, my previous shortcuts tend to make a bad situation worse.
I’ve been blessed to have a wife who is an INFJ and who is willing to call me on my failings, albeit in a loving way. “Do you know how you came across when you said [X]?” is a common refrain from her and, while probably a good 75% of the time the answer is “No, I don’t know”, I am getting better at grokking these situations in aggregate.
So how does this apply to Twitter? I’ll tell you: the frictionless ease with which one can share one’s thoughts on Twitter means that I can say insensitive stuff and insult people in real-time all across the world and not even realize it. To top it off, I’m even less sensitive to others when under stress and/or short on sleep. Given that
- I have a brand new infant
- I have a two year old who wakes nightly between 2:30 and 4:00 AM
- I’ve gotten wrapped around several political axles recently
yesterday was probably a day I should’ve simply taken off vis-a-vis Twitter. Alas, I didn’t, and I managed to tick a few people off when trying to forcefully advocate for my own positions.
Thus, to those I have previously offended: I ask your forgiveness for any insult I have caused. For those I will undoubtedly offend in the future: I’m not asking for a license to insult, but please realize that I probably don’t know how I’m coming across to you, I probably should’ve taken a moment or two before shooting my mouth off, I will (almost certainly) feel bad once I realize what I’ve done. So, please, know that if I insult you, it’s probably because I didn’t take enough time to truly recognize the fact that you’re another human being and not a Risk piece to be influenced, a severe character defect that I’m trying, with God’s grace, to stop doing.
I came across this article over on iA (via @gruber, I think), and was really struck by its thesis, namely:
Promising to make you look wired and magically promote your content in social networks, the Like, Retweet, and +1 buttons occupy a good spot on pretty much every page of the World Wide Web. Because of this, almost every major site and world brand is providing free advertising for Twitter and Facebook. But do these buttons work? It’s hard to say. What we know for sure is that these magic buttons promote their own brands — and that they tend to make you look a little desperate. Not too desperate, just a little bit.
Be sure to read the article in-full.
I was struck by the article and so have swept the sleaze from Literal Barrage. No more Share This/Stumble This/Tweet This/+1 This boxes at the bottom of my posts. Hopefully this helps reduce the clutter and makes reading content here just a bit more enjoyable.
Let me know if you agree.
I’ve run through the winners from the last round of Wave invites and was pleased to note that I received a slew of new ones in my Inbox this morning. I’ve sent out the invites for folks who were left over from that round, so we can consider that particular contest closed. (The answer was “Amish Paradise”.)
So, let’s try this again.
I’ve got 20, count ’em, 20 Google Wave invites for folks who follow @zamoose over on Twitter and can answer the following question:
What is the name of the lucky, lucky, lucky little boy that gets to drink from the firehose and what did he find in the oatmeal?
I just recently wrangled my way onto Google Wave and, well, there’s not a whole lot of folks to talk with as of yet, since invites are so scarce. However, I’ve a total of four Wave invites sitting in my Inbox, waiting for disbursal.
So, the first four people that either follow me on Twitter (@zamoose) and/or are able to guess what Weird Al song I’m thinking of right now get an invite.
- Once you’ve followed, leave a comment on this post so that I can send your invite to the appropriate email address.
- It’ll be a subjective thing, but if it seems like you’re a spammer or a very new account on Twitter, I’ll give you a pass on the invite.
There are days that I’m amazed by the Internet, and then there are days that it lives
downup to my expectations. Take, for instance, a recent Tweet of mine in which I pondered
I was quickly answered by Stephane, who pointed out the wonderfully-implemented and -documented iPod Shuffle RAID0 array.
A few days thereafter, Slashdot posted a story detailing a semi-automatic 3.5″ floppy disk “gun”, a story whose comments section revealed a wonderful link to a gentleman who decided to create a RAID constructed entirely out of 3.5″ floppy drives.
While all that’s awesome, it’s still incomplete. Here’s where you come in, Internet. I want RAID arrays constructed out of
- Commodore tape decks
- Jazz/Zip Drives
- reel-to-reel drives
- 5.25″ floppy drives
- floor-standing “washer”-style hard drives
- ENIAC-style tubes
No bonus points will be awarded to those suggesting punch card RAID arrays for reasons I’ve made clear elsewhere. Now snap to it!
A very happy New Year to all my readers (you know who you three are… *grin*). I hope yours was a good celebration — ours was spent with friends who left early (but not before I addicted them to the Wii) and then Dick Clark, as per tradition. I admire the man for his fortitude and perseverance, but it’s pretty sad to see how the stroke has ravaged him. I’d put even money on ABC wheeling him out to wave at the crowd next year before allowing Ryan Seacrest the honor of counting down to ’09. Ptui!, says I.
I’ve also released a couple of political-theme t-shirts over at LB Gear for the dark horse ticket of 2008: Giuliani/Paul. (Click the link to have it make a bit more sense).
What? There’s another Paul in the race?
Also, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but my posting has been spotty around these parts as of late. I’m in the first stages of trying out a new “lifestream” plugin for WordPress that aggregates many, if not most, of the information sources I create on a daily basis (del.icio.us, Twitter, etc.). I’ve been trending towards posting a lot more on my Twitter account in particular, as it’s far easier to slip in a few micro posts here and there with the hustle and bustle that is life these days. So, if you’d like to have a broader view on my activity, hit my new Lifestream page. The colors are yet funky and the kinks are being ironed out, but I hope to have it working fully in the next couple of days.