Hello! This is the website of Ben Ward. It was started in 2004, and this what it looks like right now. Read more about Ben, see his CV, or search this site.
Hello! This is the website of Ben Ward. It was started in 2004, and this what it looks like right now. Read more about Ben, see his CV, or search this site.
At Christmas last year, I left my job at Twitter after seven years. A month in, I got the first instinct to write about one sliver of the real-time society in contrast to my newfound sense of space. (It took a little while to edit it for publication.)
I’m a man who rather enjoys the idea of writing and the art of the field more than I act on it. I’m grateful to have read a book that might inspire me to take greater care over writing.
Observations of leaving Goa.
Lately I've had the immense pleasure of co-hosting a radio show with my good friend Simon. Besides being a good deal of fun in and of itself, it's made for a challenging, invigorating shift in how I approach music.
I regularly host games nights. Sometimes we play intricate, grown up games like Settlers of Catan, Carcassonne (with expansions), Ticket to Ride, and the like. Recently we've been taken to playing …Uno. Here are some notes on why, and the large extended ruleset we built up to wonderful effect.
This week's events surrounding NSA surveillance triggered some cynicism in the tech industry, but also carelessness and even hypothetical enthusiasm for the massive, untargeted collection of data by a government, and I find that quite weird. Along with the ever-present privilege bias of the place, it set me thinking about how desensitised we as developers are to the entire practice.
We need to concede that though we can maintain the paths of URIs over the lifetime of a service, most domain names are unavoidably ephemeral. A two year registration to host a joke, a fifteen year registration to build a company. All will eventually be resold. We need to not fight the ephemerality. We need to look at the very heart of the web and apply the concept of the Wayback Machine to it.
Compliance means establishing routine. Settling in. Living in London, as I otherwise might under other circumstances. Not fretting over events outside of my control. It means finding comfort in these surroundings, and shedding the playful idea that you can go for weeks pretending to be a Londoner. After Christmas I needed my space, I needed to decompress. This year I did that in London.
I rather like the cold. I don't like being cold, but I find great comfort in being warm whilst the world is cold around me. Scarves and woollen jumpers and thick pea coats and open fires. Watching your breath in the air while feeling snug all at the same time.
So it is that I find myself starting 2013 in London, rather than my regular location of San Francisco. Back on December 19th I stopped by the US embassy for a routine update to the H1-B stamp in my passport, but now I'm still here, having been held up in some additional processing with no specified duration, and very little information upon which to estimate the delay. Here are my thoughts on coping with the simultaneous upset of missing San Francisco, and excitement of being stranded in one of the greatest cities in the world.