Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Social Re-Engineering

Trying to remain anonymous on this hardly-read-by-anyone blog is hard. As you pour your thoughts into a blog, one could soon piece together bits and pieces of a person's life to form a relatively clear picture of who one is.

One of the original reasons I wanted to remain anonymous was because of the job I do. So I'm going to let the cat out of the bag, for the pass few months I've been producing a woman's talk show. The first 2 months doing it was wierd and akward as everyone was trying to comfort me and saying things like "hey, a guy used to produce the show before also". When my boss first proposed the idea to me, I was surprised and I thought it would be cool as I got to do something I always believed in, social re-engineering.

My definition of social re-engineering is to change society for the better by changing processes and habits. Me, I get my jollies from doing social re-engineering subtly without people realising it. An example would be when you're stuck in a traffic jam and cars start forming 3 lanes into of follow the two lanes drawn on the road. What I usually do is manouver my car to the middle of two of the three lanes to make the other cars behind me form back 2 lanes. It makes traffic flow smoother and faster eventually.

Anyway, back to producing a woman's show. It gives me the opportunity to make subtly changes in society. So far its been challenging managing the guests, hosts, production crew and making sure everything is go on the live show. If you ever watched Star Trek: The Next Generation, it feels like Captain Picard sitting in the commander's chair. When the show starts you run through all sorts of hurdles in the control room. The engineer screams that one equipment doesn't work. Broadcast journalists who I send on away missions meets all sorts of people (aliens). Occasionally, I go on away missions to meet people myself... No, I don't get laid with strange women like the Captain. Though I must admit, I meet some pretty interesting characters.

Okay, beam me up Scotty.

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