August 2008

This is for open-source techie friends of mine who read this blog:

The Mozilla Corporation is looking to hire a build engineer. If you’re interested, and you know me personally, please reply privately to me, and I’ll give them your name along with my recommendation (I assume if you and I know each other, then you can gauge whether or not I would recommend you). I’ve heard Mozilla is a great place to work, for what it’s worth.

If you don’t know me, but you’re still interested, I’m happy to pass your name along too, but would do so with a disclaimer that I don’t know you and therefore can’t make any recommendation.

Here’s what they said about the position:

Ideally the ideal candidate would look something like this: Someone with strong Perl and Python skills (as long as they’re strong at least one of the two scripting languages, we’re fine with it). In terms of revision control systems, CVS and Mercurial would be best (we’re fine with someone who has only experience in CVS). Experience with Tinderbox and Buildbot is a bonus. We have a pretty large build infrastructure of about 230 machines (Linux, Mac, and Windows)

The following links might be helpful as well:

http://developer.mozilla.org/en/Build_Documentation

http://developer.mozilla.org/en/How_Mozilla’s_build_system_works

That’s it. Let me know if you’re interested!

This post isn’t really for a general audience; it’s for friends and acquaintances who’ve had trouble keeping up with my peregrinations (and who have let me know this in increasing numbers over the last month 🙂 ).

I moved to from San Francisco New York in January 2008. Sort of. What really happened was that I tried to move to New York, but failed, because I’d planned it very stupidly.

Note to kids thinking of trying this at home: Don’t put all your stuff, including your beloved grand piano, into storage, then drive across the country to New York City expecting to be able to buy an apartment quickly, not if you work as a consultant (which makes mortgage lenders nervous), and especially not if it’s immediately after a huge sub-prime mortgage crisis that’s been all over the news (which makes mortgage lenders especially nervous). And if you do try the above, you might find it wise to listen to the friends who tell you that the New York real estate market is not like other markets, and that you should plan on everything taking longer.

Anyway, after a few months of beating my head against the wall in New York (there were some other stupidities along the way, which in the interests of preserving what little dignity I have left I won’t go into here), I finally gave up and decided to move back to Chicago, a city I’d lived in for a long time, where many of my friends live, where the best choir ever is, and where apartments are much cheaper. “I can always do copyright reform work from Chicago,” I told myself, “I mean, it’s really all online anyway.”

So in April I went back to Chicago. I had a wonderful month there, catching up with family and friends, but… I started realizing from pretty soon after I got there that I wasn’t going to stay. I won’t go into all the reasons why — this post is about logistics, not deep philosophical questions about the importance of place[1]. Suffice it to say that I missed the East Coast (where I’d grown up), and, despite having been thoroughly defeated by New York once, I still more felt at home there than anywhere else.

In May I went back to New York City, armed with a more realistic set of expectations and a much greater willingness to compromise in the apartment department. This time things went better: I found a place pretty quickly, and am now in contract to buy it. It’s in upper Manhattan, utterly lovely, in a musician-friendly building in a quiet neighborhood, gets lots of sunlight because it’s south-facing, and I hope someday to cook you dinner there.

If, that is, I ever actually close on the place. The process of buying a co-op apartment turns out to be like having a whole second job, except you pay them instead of them paying you. The reason it’s so hard is that in addition to the seller, the buyer, and the mortgage lender, and all their lawyers, there’s one more party involved: the co-op board, which has to approve any new residents, and wants everything to be thoroughly documented.

So take yesterday, for example. I got a call from the co-op board’s representative, saying that they needed some more information from me. It turned out to be the sort of thing that requires a signature, and involved some hand-corrections to existing pages in the application (an application that was almost an inch thick when I delivered it, if you count the supporting documentation like bank statements, tax forms, etc — I’m not kidding, I measured it). So I dropped what I was doing and went over to their offices and made the corrections, signed, etc.

Something like this happens several times a week. If it’s not the co-op board, it’s the mortgage lender. I’m expecting it to continue for a while. We still don’t have a firm closing date, but we should have one soon. In the meantime, I do whatever they ask as quickly as I can, because after all I want that closing to happen yesterday. Until then, I’m living in a series of rented rooms in Brooklyn (I have to rent them for short periods of time because I never know what the end date will be, and I don’t want to pay for longer than I need).

So that’s everything: I’m in New York; I don’t have an apartment; I hope to have one soon; in the meantime I live a kind of transient life I haven’t lived for years. I wouldn’t say it’s liberating, exactly, but it is oddly relaxing to not have most of my stuff around. Except for the piano — that I miss like a drug addict misses, uh, drug. Whatever. You know what I mean. I hope it’ll be in its new home soon!


[1]: 2012-01-12 update: This sentiment turned out to be premature; I’m back in Chicago now.