I recently began a discussion with a friend on quality and luxury. We each indicated we valued quality and struggled at times to define the nuanced difference between the two. This interested me greatly and I wanted to dig in more deeply to understand how this friend and others developed a sense for quality, what it meant to them and how they differentiated quality from luxury.

My initial thought was to see if we could create a list of determining factors or criteria that would determine quality for us. But then I realized I wanted to know if we were talking about the quality of life or of results or of things and my questions just kept on coming. So I needed to back-up and understand where my own definition or basis for the term quality came from and so I started with definitions. There are only 8 listed in the Merriam Webster online!

I grew up with the definition of “degree of excellence” but one that always seemed to trend toward “social status”. When as a child I heard quality used it was generally in reference to workmanship on tangible things. Such ideas included the idea that a person should save their money so they could buy items of quality that would in turn grow in value, as in an investment in antiques for example. But also, quality things had a long life. They were durable. But, in order to buy durable or investment possible items, one must necessarily have knowledge to understand what meets this criteria and what does not as well as the funds available to make the purchase. Knowledge and money were ultimately conveyed to me in terms of social status, perhaps in the sense of old wealth has made good decisions and knows quality when it sees it.

Yet, this definition had I realized, been clashing in some ways with what I observed and experienced around me. Primarily it was its basis on things. Quality things do impart a sense of comfort and ease of use. But quality things also come and go, can be lost, can be taken, can be accumulated, can break. And this says nothing about quality of life.

Quality of life seems to stem from another definition, that of “peculiar and essential character” and perhaps “distinguishing attribute”. These essential details are intentional habits and choices and ways of being in the world that each of us choose for ourselves and our families. But whereas the quality of things might be listed in terms of criteria, quality of life is omnidirectional containing depth, beneath and around the choices, which we may struggle to put into words, but know it when we feel it. Is this feeling luxury or is that something else entirely?

I am sitting at my desk, in front of my laptop’s email and facebook, flipping through the pages of Backpacker Magazine salivating over the adventures contained between its photographic covers. I realize, slowly, the absurdity of the present moment and I head to the porch to reflect.

When I was 13 my mom sent me on my first backpacking trip with Wilderness Ventures. To be clear it was backpacking, white water canoeing, and cycling around Jackson Hole, the Grand Tetons and Yellowstone. I was furious. How dare she think that I was going to pee in the woods and carry my clothes around on my back like a hippy with a bunch of people I didn’t know?

Four weeks later I returned home happy and with a list of stories that came tumbling excitedly from my mouth to whomever would listen. And I had my first taste of independence which naturally led to begging for the next 4-week trip to Washington State and a climb of Mount Rainier, the Glacier Peak area, and the wilderness beaches of Olympic National Park on the Washington coast and sea kayaking the San Juan Islands.

I then had the teenage-audacity to demand a 6-week trip to Alaska and the Yukon. After a summer spent making telemarketing calls to earn a few dollars toward the trip, I left my entire known world behind for what became a full immersion in a community of 30 peers and leaders and unparalleled wilderness adventure just about the same time Christopher McCandless left his own world and trekked northwest to Denali and his unfortunate death. The movie chronicling his journey reflected a similar desire in myself to be free of the shackles and pressures of adolescence.

Today though, in addition to sitting at my computer, I am packing for a hiking trip with a group of friends in the White Mountains and trying to remember all the things I actually need to make a backcountry trek comfortable. It is only a weekend trip and Backpacker is tempting me with two week trips. I think about taking a solo trip or trips, even though I have never done so….a circumnavigation of Lake Tahoe, an alpine trek through the Dolomites? At the same time I am prepared to let my backpacking days go in exchange for new and different adventures, the need for wilderness and for exploring self reliance changing with the years, never leaving, but less urgent.

Recently I left an update on my Facebook page that read something like:

…packing books, and in doing so can see the phases and interests of my life shelf by shelf.

Until I started taking each book off the bookshelves of the house I had occupied for ten years of my young adult life I had not truly realized how much my life had changed in that time. In that moment and those that followed, I was soon confronted with how to remember that evolution. No one person had been there to witness it alongside me and so it was my task to chronicle for myself. The books reflected not only my own interests, but also the influences of those family, friends and boyfriends in my life from year to year and even some hold-overs from the exploratory college days.

From the collegiate experience was Zora Neal Hurston’s, Their Eyes were Watching God, read in a class I’ve now forgotten but could easily recall with the help of a friend.

From the early days of my professional work there were many guides to the natural world. Any number of Peterson’s Field Guides, especially numerous on the insect side when I thought I would go to graduate school in Entomology. There were the books and guides on spiders and dragonflies from the field courses I took at a wonderful field station in Maine including J.H. Fabre’s The Life of a Spider from 1915 that I recall quoting some piece of to a young German in an email. Who that person was and what the quote was are long forgotten.

There are several volumes relating to natural health care and foraging for wild plants reminiscent of the herbal remedies workshop I attended in New York with some long forgotten teachers. The Deerskins to Buckskins lies close by ready to teach me how to tan my own hides, along with some advice from a local hunter on combining brains with mayonnaise. The possum and deerskins I experimented with are supple, but not finished years later.

There is The Cheeses of the World, a coffee table book that I could not take my eyes off when I first saw it and from a time when I wanted to be an expert on cheeses. There are a few labels inserted in pages, though two of them happened to be for chocolate. Friends often pull it off the shelf with great interest. The food theme continued with my interest in food sourcing, our food industry, and agriculture with titles about our food system from Marion Nestle, Michael Pollan, Richard Manning, Gary Paul Nabhan and others. Books whose contents I once thought would help me fill the background for a Master’s thesis.

Finally, there are the practical how-to books on web design, mostly in the O’Reilly series, tombs that could put anyone to sleep and yet contain the answers to thousands of questions and open doors to infinite futures. Resources that I want access too and want to refer to, but do not want on my shelves. And yet, even as I move, I order more on the computer side, while divesting of novels thinking I really ought to just go to the library more often. Which reminds me….American Gods is already overdue….

I am an introvert by nature. True fact. You can take me to a bar, present me on center stage, invite me to a cocktail reception, ask me to sing a solo and though I will gladly participate in it all and have done so, I am still an introvert and in the majority according to statistics (MBTI Step II Manual).

The other day my friend qkslvrwolf shared that he was presently,

…an introvert among extroverts who think a) that I’m gay or at least gay-like, and b) that all the gay jokes they learned in middle school are still funny, even if you repeat them 80 times a day, and c) that if you don’t want to join them every time, you are anti-social.

Sadly, many introverts experience situations like this or worse, responses drawn on a fear of introversion in a culture which appears to favor extroversion. Until recently I had understood it to be normal that introversion should be undervalued and corrected somehow since it was only the rare intentional group settings that had supported this personality in me, or so it seemed. Then I got mad about the label that was placed on me by family and colleagues and I went searching for support which I found in the form of a simple book by Laurie Helgoe, entitled Introvert Power: Why Your Inner Life if Your Hidden Strength.

Introverts have some natural tendencies… We tend to internalize our thoughts and problems, sorting them out ourselves rather than laying them out on the table to be solved collectively. We sometimes tend to our internal selves before our loved ones and friends, unknowingly encouraging them to seek our attention. We tend to demonstrate our way of being in the world rather than expounding upon it. These are things that extroverts simply do not know how to consider worst case or may grow impatient trying to understand. The absurdity of linking any of these tendencies to sexual orientation or anti-social behaviors is apparent to anyone who stops to think for a moment.

Our strengths may come in various forms such as being very close to family members, calmly taking time to think through problems that confront us, being performers and artists at heart, and being reflective about the world around us. We desire to be social, may even crave social interactions, but these situations take our energy rather than energize us. It is our responsibility to be clear with others who may not get it, what our needs and rights are. Likewise, extroverts could also take a seat in the chair of patience for a brief minute perhaps, to allow us space to think.

Introversion is very compelling in the outer world. Visit a portrait gallery, and notice the faces that draw you in. The Mona Lisa poses, even smiles a bit, but she doesn’t give it all away….Her portrait captures the power of introversion. And she gets noticed. An estimated six million people a year come to see her….That’s power. – Laurie Helgoe

Energized by the work of tech savvy friends, I had an idea. It was simple really – create an internal wiki for our office to enable staff to access and share specific project related information quickly and to accumulate acquired knowledge in a format that could be accessible for years into the future. After all, the projects we work on never really end, they transition such that accumulated knowledge should be searchable for clues to help solve today’s problems.

I sat on the idea, telling a few close friends, until one day I decided I couldn’t sit on it any longer and had to tell my boss. Fortunately she supported the idea wholeheartedly. No doubt it helped that I thought we could implement the project on an ongoing basis for little or no extra money. The caveat I said was that I needed volunteer help to do it and that volunteer help was from a friend who understands these technologies better than I do. The so-called tree hugger environmentalists that we are can be slow to adopt new technologies.

The trick at present is sorting out the better of two wiki options. The first is open sourced PmWiki recommended by one friend and the second is the proprietary Confluence by Atlassian recommended by another friend. I feel it is important to test two side by side. Not only do I want to choose the most capable wiki for the project, it must also be readily adoptable by technophobe colleagues. I am learning this from the ground up. By learning the fundamentals of two I can more easily determine which is more likely to be adopted and meet the required needs.

I’ve had both up and running which is incredibly exciting! I am stuck with a little problem on the Confluence side right now, but hope to work through that and continue to see the project blossom. More to come on this project!

Rain Refreshed Lupine

This is a first in a long line of firsts throughout life; where it may go is infinite and where it will end indeterminate. Yet here lies a refreshed beginning, a blank slate to be etched and marked and shared. Let us go and begin.