I had a fabulous dream last night where two corporate headhunters asked me how best to approach Saint Aardvark about a very high level position working with computers. They thought he was the perfect mix of knowledge and personability but they were concerned about one possible stumbling block: his appearance. They wondered what the most effective and tactful way would be to make over SA so that he could blend in as a Chief of Computing. They were thinking maybe a suit, or at least a shirt with a collar; maybe a beard trim; perhaps a new pair of glasses. Like Queer Eye except there was no dance music or strange camera angles. Oh, and no annoying team of know-it-all Pier One & Armani-flogging boys either.
Without a second’s pause, I explained that his makeover would need to directly impact the availability and acceptance of open source computing in the world. If you tell him, I said, that by growing his hair a little and wearing a tie once a week he will be in a position to convince the masses to turn from their Windows machines and embrace Linux, he will be at the beauty salon in a heartbeat.
They thanked me profusely and suggested we all go to Boston Pizza to seal the deal. I agreed.
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