Independence Day

Today I celebrate my independence day. Here’s an approximation of how it looks inside my head:


It’s been two years since I left my first repressive employer, Opera Software, which means that I am finally free of all non-competitive agreements as of today. Of course, disclosing that fact might in itself be against said (or non-said) agreement. So I’m not saying it’s the case, just that it might be. Anyway, it’s cause for celebration.

I was young and free, still enrolled at university, and eager to put my l33t coding skillz to use so what was I to do? No, looking back I realize – thank Providence – it was a good decision. It kick-started my career and set me off on an an interesting path.

But let me tell you kids: non-competitive agreements and the like are bad. Stay away from them and stay away from companies that will only offer you employment after signing one. I was lucky, but I don’t think most people are. Of course, whether or not they’re enforceable is another matter, especially when the nationality of the parties and the country where work is carried out are all different. But it smells of bad employment practices.

I was actually contacted a little more than a year ago about an interesting employment opportunity that I would definitely have been interested in if it weren’t for said (or non-said) agreement, so it’s not just all hypothetical. And regardless of the probability of such an unmentionable agreement being upholdable in court, I am a man of my word when signed in triplicate under witness and after review by lawyers. And specific knowledge of the Opera source code wouldn’t have been an advantage either – so it’s all just self-flattering from the oppressive party’s part.

Not coincidentally, today is also two years since I joined my second repressive employer, Picsel Technologies (also known as Picsel Research, Picsel Malta, Lescip, Picsel Holdings, Lescip H, Picsel Trustees, Lescip Seetrust, not to mention the Geurnsey-based Picsel Group Holdings, and a number of other names). Picsel was fun in many ways. If I get the salary they still owe me it’ll seem even funnier. But at least they didn’t require me to sign anything oppressive.


If you’re interested in understanding what happened to Picsel, a seemingly flourishing mobile software technology company, there’s a site for that. Highly recommended reading.

Anyway I’m better off now, thanks largely to these two repressive employers. Happy independence day!


Maybe size doesn’t matter, but dimension does

When I was studying at the university, every year before the start of the academic year a soapbox car race took place in the slope leading up to the main campus. This was arranged by the computer science students, so one of the rules was the, in my opinion quite funny, nerd joke that went something like “there are limits on the dimensions of the car – they are not allowed to exceed three”.

Now, the other day I came upon the Wikipedia entry on Knock Nevis, the largest ship ever built – with “large” defined as “long”. That page has a thought-provoking graphic comparing the length of this ship with some of the tallest building in the world. Here’s my spiffed up version of it:


So if you were to stand on top of the bow of the Knock Nevis standing on its stern, you’d essentially be at the same height as the observation deck of the Shanghai World Financial Center, inside the thing that looks like the head of a bottle opener to me.


But of course, ships aren’t built to be standing on their sterns. That’s what got me thinking… If someone had asked me which was longer; the length of the longest ship ever built or the height of the highest building ever built?, then if I had to answer impromptu, I would probably have said the ship. Why? Because building horizontally seems so much easier to me than building vertically. When building vertically, you have to fight gravity all the time, haul things up and down, and the whole thing has to be able to stand on its own.

When you give it a moment of thought though, it’s obvious a ship has to be able to maneuver, and not break during harsh seas, so ships of the length that the Knock Nevis is probably just not economically feasible. Also, there’s of course a great difference between building something that can not only move but is also self-propelled, and something that just stands still.

Nevertheless, my conclusion from this drivel is that not only is it a bad idea to compare apples and oranges, such as meters and kilograms, with each other, but it’s also a bad idea to compare meters in one dimension with meters in another dimension. Stashing apples in a row is a lot easier than stashing them on top of each other.


Why am I speaking in and about Japanese all the time?

Following on the brief history of my Japanese language studies, I’d like to conclude this retrospection with some background, for the sake of completeness…

I started learning Japanese in my second year at the university, where I was studying engineering. I had somewhat liked studying languages before, except French, and felt studying only engineering was tedious. So I figured I should study a language on the side, as long as it didn’t harm my engineering studies.


It was either Chinese, Japanese, or Latin. I wasn’t then, and am not now either, very interested in learning yet another normal European language. Japanese had a good selection of classes at my university, and seemed to be the most difficult, so I ultimately went for that. I was lucky to get in, on a reserve spot, on that over-crowded class. That really did change my life, much for the better, I think.

So in the beginning I wasn’t interested in Japan at all. I wasn’t particularly interested in Japanese either except it seemed like a good challenge. That came to change later, of course. I think choosing to study Japanese because it’s hard was a very good starting point – you can’t really give up with the ever so often heard “it’s too hard (for Westerners)” then can you?

And Japanese is tough to learn. I’m not convinced “hard” is the right word though. It just takes time and effort and determination and method. I very much believe it when I hear people saying it’s the hardest language to learn for Westerners – although there might not be any real scientific proof of that.


Actually, I wonder how I would have done in the first place had I known how much time it would take. When I signed up to transfer to the Tokyo office it was initially for one year, and I thought that spending one year in Japan should leave me decently fluent in Japanese, as you’d imagine it would with a European language for instance, but that was of course not the case. (Even now, three and a half years later I still would definitely not call my self “fluent” in any way, although I do have an advanced understanding and decently good conversation level to use Japanese in daily life and business.)

I might actually had abandoned the idea of studying Japanese had I known only this at that time. But if I had also known the pleasure of being able to read a book in Japanese, or listen to and understand advanced topics discussed on tv, or everyday conversations between the neighbors, not to mention it has lead me to living a more fulfilling life than I probably would have otherwise, then beyond any doubt I would have taken up learning Japanese when I did. The thousands of hours I’ve put into it has started to pay off now, and I’m sure the return on this investment will multiply in the future.

Anyway, shortly after I started studying Japanese, I realized it was a lot more fun than engineering, so in a way, I did let the engineering classes suffer some (not much though – I passed them all with pretty good grades). On the other hand, if I hadn’t had the Japanese studies to keep me motivated, maybe I would have failed completely and stopped studying altogether. It’s been pretty much the same way since I started working as well – work has never been challenging enough, so if I hadn’t had the Japanese language studies on the side I might have become too understimulated to do anything. (Yeah, someone should give me a more challenging job, or I’ll have to take up Chinese soon…)

Now I’m gonna stop babbling about the past.