On Quiet Developers (repost)

Even more than the concept of a cultural fit, community engagement seems to be an omnipresent force in the homogeneity of the tech industry. Like anything promoting homogenous hiring and advancement in tech, it stands in diametric opposition to diversity initiatives empowering minorities and oppressed groups, and ultimately serves as a proxy for discriminatory hiring practices.

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Sean Hanson
Monsters Under the Bed

There were no monsters under my bed. There were no monsters in my closet, though sometimes at night I imagined there was a vampire, suspended upside down by his toes from the same rack that by day concealed my sunday school bests. What these crawlspaces did offer, though, was a temporary refuge when I was afraid.

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Sean Hanson
Background Noise

I rehearsed this piece every Monday evening for three months. Until the ending, there is no silence. Bells are constantly ringing out in some form until at long last, we hear the far off strumming of the harp, mimicking a lost mandolin player. Then, with a sigh, the mobile falls apart, free falling in slow motion, and silence emerges in the cracks between the sounds of bells, striking the soft earth, each now looking up longing at where they together once hung.

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Sean Hanson
Mistakes

I wanted to write a narrative about mistakes I’ve made. But honestly, there are too many, too many lessons learned, and too many that are just…personal, not universal. Too many that ride on hopes that someone will have done something similar—isolating any one tale just brings out the very beleaguered, trite platitudes that I want to avoid contributing to.

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Sean Hanson
Getting Lost

At my fake birthday party last week, there came a point when people were intoxicated enough to cry without anyone noticing…and I cried. More like wept, reclined next to one of my closest friends. CJ put his arm around me so that his tattooed bees crept down my side, and insisted that my angst was a sign of passion, not hopelessness. I wept because I could not, and still cannot, reconcile my politics and my life.

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Sean Hanson
On Queer Photography

I admire photos of human bodies taken from a homosexual or queer perspective, most recently works by Brett Lindell, who evokes a lot of the same responses I had when approaching my first gay photographic works. I don’t really comment on them much, but there are some things involving gay male photography (and perhaps my intersections as an artist and a queer man) that I do think about a great deal.

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Sean Hanson
Openings (First Words)

My brother’s first word was “Buhbuh.” As the child of an Appalachian woman, I was no stranger to names like Dwayne, Janell, Althea, Janetta, Jeanie, Edna Mae, and the like, but Buhbuh was low-brow even for us. Yet, while he was still in the womb, I faced difficult decisions in the war against Mama and Dada. I had to strike first, with as few consonants as possible.

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Sean Hanson
Learning to Eat

I am stampeding through our kitchen, begging my friend Carolyn to jam the cornbread in the oven before  the oil for fried chicken threatens anyone who gets too close.

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Sean Hanson
Compositional Rewards

For the past week, I’ve been teaching seven high schoolers private composition lessons everyday. This is a dream come true; after an excellent compositional experience over the summer of my junior year in high school, I’ve always wanted to give back somehow and ensure these experiences continue for others.

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Sean Hanson