Okay, look.<p>I look like fucking Bob Marley, I just fucking do. This hair is a fucking baby, but makes me flow like Spike Spiegal. I am not kidding you. I wear what I wear because, quite frankly, I found most of it. And I'm not letting it go. It's my "brand" or whatever trash-jargon concept you wish to apply. And I develop web apps. (these realizations were documented in hindsight to the following:) (But just a tad before: I actually had a client ask, "So what's up with the hair?" This "style" occurs naturally. I do what I can with what I've accepted about my personal image and what I am willing to accept of it.)<p>I took a job at Waste Management in Houston Corporate Headquaters with KF and BG. KF a hip, young but distinguished-looking 30-something, and BG another minority like me. We worked with git and I drew all sorts of nutty information architecture concepts upon a dry-erase board wall on the 17-th floor. Downtown Houston. We did front-end development. The teams wiped out now, after about a year. I believe I triggered part of that. And then they threw SharePoint at us. We were expected to devise a CSS system around trashy SilverLight modules and around some SilverLight developers bogus understanding of front-end considerations. And then the Enterprise CMS with no documentation and no "technical vision."<p>Garbage. In a world like this, why should Zuckerberg care? Developers have seen the dirty laundry of these rotting industries, and they're going to wear it.<p>The day it struck me is when I decided to take my morning stroll around the office, to strike up that Office Space tone for the day. So I could write my some-number-of-lines-of-code. My coffee was stale and depressing. As I turned the corner, a VP, along with others, about their own morning stroll, shouts at me, "Whoa! Hair!"<p>You just can't fucking win with these fucking suits.<p>I am preparing to compute in hostile climates (cold and hot climates, urban noisescapes, parking garages, etc.). I am preparing to compute in space.