My two given names and my surname mean “supplanter,” “giver”/“gift from God,” and “of the north,” respectively. Consider it all joy, then, if I should descend upon you to uproot you.
In the Bible, one my namesakes took advantage of a situation to gain the family birthright. The other namesake was all up in King David’s face about how David, as my college chaplain once delicately put it, “screwed up with Bathsheba.” So if I am anything like them, it’s possible that either I am a treacherous deceiver who likes to exploit an advantage, or I might be an honest-yet-in-your-face truth teller without regard to my personal safety even in the presence of supreme authority. (With all this internal conflict, it’s no wonder that I failed that personality test. (Yes, that really happened.))
And I’m coming at you from the north. Like a cold, Canadian air mass, eh.
Anyway... the point...
Words mean things. Names mean things.
I changed the name of my blog after the new year (to Taco Wolf (from Mediocre Coder)). I bought the old domain name soon after participating in the Top Coder competition in which I and 85+% of the other participants failed to advance to the next competitive coding round.
At first, I thought the name was ironic and funny. It’s a term that has been used to describe software design/programmer types who 0) just fill a chair to get the paycheck by 1) not caring about their craft, 2) not outstandingly contributing to the betterment of their employer or 3) their down darn self.
It turns out that the negative connotations were just another thing weighing me down. I have plenty of weights already; I don’t need to be piling it on myself, thankyouverymuch. I needed to give myself a break.
Not to mention that the name never worked well in pick-up lines (“Hey, baby! I’m the Mediocre Coder! Why don’t we go back to my place write some pretty-ok code.”)
So, yep, the new name is better:
1) It’s connotatively neutral.
2) It’s a reference to my favorite local food joint.
3) I like that food.
4) Heck, I like all kinds of food.
5) And it’s much, much better in pick-up lines: “Hey, baby! Let’s go back to my place and wolf down some tacos!” Oh, yeah... that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout. Works every time.
I loves me some tacos.