Player Piano by Kurt Vonnegut

I’m reading Kurt Vonnegut’s Player Piano, his first novel, published in 1952.

(Wikipedia) “It is a dystopia of automation, describing the dereliction it causes in the quality of life. The story takes place in a near-future society that is almost totally mechanized, eliminating the need for human laborers. This widespread mechanization creates conflict between the wealthy upper class—the engineers and managers who keep society running—and the lower class, whose skills and purpose in society have been replaced by machines.”

I don’t recall the novel making much of an impact on me when I read it during college. The world just didn’t seem that mechanized to me back then. It sure seems timely 60+ years later. And it brings to mind my brief (2 weeks?) time working on the assembly line of the General Motors plant in St. Louis. Summer of 1968?

assembly-line

As I recall, every hour 62 cars passed my little work area. In that minute I put six screws into a thing around one of the headlights (1); put rubber bumpers on two little posts the car’s hood rested on (2); attached a little piece of rubber hose to… something (3); put the tire iron behind the spare tire and spread out the trunk mat (4).

I’m surprised I lasted two weeks but some of the guys on the line had been doing similar tasks for 20 years (and encouraged me to drop out of college to get a couple extra years of seniority).

Vonnegut died in 2007 so he saw some serious automation. As for the class conflict depicted in his novel, well, I think we might just be getting started.

Excerpt for Player Piano:

“Well—I think it’s a grave mistake to put on public record everyone’s I.Q. I think the first thing the revolutionaries would want to do is knock off everybody with an I.Q. over 110, say. Then the 100’s would go after the 110’s, the 90’s after the 100’s, and so on,” said Finnerty. “Things are certainly set up for a class war based on conveniently established lines of demarcation. And I must say that the basic assumption of the present setup is a grade-A incitement to violence: the smarter you are, the better you are. Used to be that the richer you were, the better you were. Either one is, you’ll admit, pretty tough for the have-not’s to take. The criterion of brains is better than the one of money, but”—he held his thumb and forefinger about a sixteenth of an inch apart—”about that much better.” “It’s about as rigid a hierarchy as you can get,” said Finnerty. “How’s somebody going to up his I.Q.?”

“I’m going to get myself a uniform, so I’ll know what I think and stand for.”

Rank websites according to their truthfulness

“A Google research team is adapting that model to measure the trustworthiness of a page, rather than its reputation across the web. Instead of counting incoming links, the system – which is not yet live – counts the number of incorrect facts within a page. “A source that has few false facts is considered to be trustworthy,” says the team. The score they compute for each page is its Knowledge-Based Trust score.”

“The software works by tapping into the Knowledge Vault, the vast store of facts that Google has pulled off the internet. Facts the web unanimously agrees on are considered a reasonable proxy for truth. Web pages that contain contradictory information are bumped down the rankings.”

“Knowledge Vault has pulled in 1.6 billion facts to date. Of these, 271 million are rated as “confident facts”, to which Google’s model ascribes a more than 90 per cent chance of being true. It does this by cross-referencing new facts with what it already knows.”

This seems too good to be true so I’ll start by assuming it is not. But NewScientest is, in my opinion, a reliable source. And I want this to be a real thing. Imagine how disruptive something like this would be. Would you keep going back to a site with a really low Knowledge-Based Trust score? Sure, there’d be lots of kicking and screaming but I could see this working. At lots of levels.

YouTube Channel Trailer

I don’t give a lot of attention to my YouTube channel. It’s just the place I park my videos so I can share them here on Google+ and on smays.com. But they provide a nice set of tools for managing your content and tips for how to create a good “experience” for people who find their way to my channel. For example, they recommend a brief (no more than a minute) trailer to give the visitor some idea of what the channel is about. It’s been a couple of years since I updated mine. This one has nothing to do with the video on my channel. I needed to fill that spot on page so I decided to put something together as quickly as possible.

I quickly scanned through 5,000+ photos, picking eight or ten almost at random. Then added some music that seemed to fit the images and my current mood. And it’s done. I almost added some quotes from favorite authors but decided that wouldn’t add anything.

It’s ringing

We’ve all had this experience but it’s less common with mobile phones. You’re in your office and your “desk phone” rings. You can’t answer it for some reason. You’re talking on your mobile or you have someone in your office, but you didn’t set the phone to go to voice mail so it keeps ringing until the caller gives up.

This happened to someone being interviewed on a podcast I listen to and the phone rang 20 or 30 times. Still ringing when the interview ended. So here’s my question: what’s going on in the caller’s head?

He obviously believes the person he’s calling is ‘there’ or he’d just hang up. So. He’s there but not answering the phone. Why?

a) He’s in a coma
b) His office is being robbed and he’s duct taped to his chair
c) He’s doing something that prevents him from answering THE MOTHER FUCKING PHONE!

Am I missing something obvious here? I do that. As horrible as it is to contemplate, I always suspected the caller was thinking, “If I let it ring long enough, if that becomes annoying enough, he will stop what he’s doing and answer my call. Passive-Aggressive that I am (was?) I would usually just pick up and immediately hang up the phone.

I don’t get a lot of calls these days and I don’t miss ‘em.

Derry Brownfield Show: World Wide Web

The Internet has become so much a part of our lives it feels strange to say/write the word. Hard to remember a time when it was new and strange. The interview segment below is from 1996 and is a tiny time capsule from those early days of the “world wide web.”

On September 11, 1996, Allen Hammock was the guest on Derry Brownfield’s radio show to talk about the Internet and the “World Wide Web.” Allen and his partner, Dan Arnall, had recently joined Learfield Communications to “explore opportunities” on this new thing called the Internet. Allen and Dan were recent graduates of the University of Missouri in Columbia, MO. They created the first websites for our company and worked with our IT department to stream audio for our various radio networks and programs, including The Derry Brownfield Show. This 13 minute segment (edited from an hour-long show) touches on: Personal Communication, Privacy and Security, computer viruses, and getting “on” and “off” the Internet.

On November 22, 1996, Derry did a follow-up show featuring Solveig Bernstein, talking about privacy (and other topics) on the Internet (still newish at the time). Ms. Bernstein was the Assistant Director of Telecommunications and Technology Studies for the Cato Institute.

The Shape of Things to Come

Two — unrelated — thoughts about this article (The Shape of Things to Come) in The New Yorker: 1) This is, as far as I can recall, the longest magazine article I’ve ever read. 2) You will see more Apple Watches than you expected.

And a few excerpts:

  • Apple employs three recruiters whose sole task is to identify designers to join the group; they find perhaps one a year.
  • In fifteen years, only two designers have left the studio—one of them because of ill health.
  • The data that Apple now sends to a manufacturer include a tool’s tracking path, speed, and appropriate level of lubricant.
  • “What the competitors don’t seem to understand is you cannot get people this smart to work this hard just for money.” – Bono on Apple design team

The Last Execution in Dunklin County, MO (1937)

The following account is from Tom, Son of Ben – Life and Times of Ben Cash, by Tom Cash and used here with his permission. According to Mr. Cash, these descriptions were from eye witnesses, the Daily Dunklin Democrat, Glen Brogden and John Steward.

“My father was sales manager for Ben F. Jones Chevrolet dealership directly across the street from the county jail. “Ringworm” Barton, the wrecker driver, was a buddy who took me up on the roof of the garage to watch. We climbed up a ladder at the back. On reaching the front I found many others already up there plus the street was packed with people.The tension increased as 8:00 a.m. approached. Kennett Street was lined from Julius Kahn’s Department Store to Second Street. Glen Brogden was just fifteen at the time. He said, “I didn’t leave the store but watched as all the stores, shops and roof tops on the south side of the square filled with the curious. Many of the owners were fearful their roofs would collapse. It was impossible for them to see a full block away but no matter, they could always say they were “there.”

From my vantage point it was only possible to see the top of the scaffold over the newly erected 10 foot board fence. When they brought out Adams we could only see the top of his head. I watched as a hood and rope were placed over his head and seconds later he disappeared.

execution-ticketMr. Dewey Miles, the sheriff, was a friend of my father, so Dad had one of the inside tickets. An even those and were passed out to friends of Mr. Miles. Dad told me he had visited Adams in jail but I am unaware if he signed the petition to stop the hanging.

Shortly after the trap door was sprung the sheriff appeared at the front door. His deputies parted the crowd as he ran to his car, parked and running in the street. He quickly entered it without saying a word and disappeared in a cloud of dust. Friends say it was the hardest job he ever had but went with the job as sheriff.

Along with the description above, Tom Cash included a photocopy of the following newspaper article. There is no indication in which newspaper the article appeared. The first paragraph appears to be an account of the crime for which Adams was executed. The remainder, an account of the hanging. Given that the photograph of Fred Adams (above) appeared in the St. Louis Star-Times, my best guess is that is the source of this story as well.

fredadams“Fred Adams, 22-year-old Rector, Ark., youth who was hanged at 8:05 a.m. Friday on a scaffold constructed at the north side of the jail, for the murder of Night Marshall Clarence Green at Campbell on the night of March 28, 1934. Adams had been given four reprieves prior to his execution which was originally set for December 18, 1936. This picture was made at the jail in Kennett about six weeks ago.”  [Picture and caption from the St. Louis Star-Times]

When the trio was interrupted by Night Marshal Green, Marshal Rodney Brown and Constable Harry Weeks, they left, running through a wooded grove at the rear of the station. Green and Brown gave chase and as they closed in Adams fired first and Vinyard followed with a volley of shots from his shotgun.

Smoking a cigarette and with a faint smile on his lips, Fred Adams walked onto the scaffold shortly after 8 a.m. this morning, and with any public statement of any kind was hanged by Sheriff G. D. Miles, who sprung the trap.

Shortly before 8 a.m., the large enclosure at the north and west of the jail was filled, approximately 1,000 persons who had been issued official passes gathering to be present at the execution of the man who had been convicted of the killing of Night Marshall Green at Campbell on March 28, 1934.

There was a crowd of more than 1,000 persons on the outside of the enclosure, anxiously waiting to hear the last words of the condemned man, a report being current Thursday night that he intended making an extended address.

Accompanied by Sheriff Miles, Deputy Sheriffs Abner Schultz, Harry Hester, Tom Grooms and Albert Lane, Adams walked out of the jail on the north side of the building and unassisted walked up the steps leading to the scaffold.

Adams was neatly dressed with a white shirt and a colored spring tie, and wore a faded blue jacket. He was freshly shaven and his blond hair was combed straight back.

Immediately upon mounting the scaffold, Adams nodded and waved his shackled hands to certain persons in the crowd. Shortly thereafter Sheriff Miles opened a window on the north east side of the enclosed scaffold where Adams had a full view of the crowd which had assembled on the outside.

Sheriff Miles appeared first at the window, with Adams to his right rear, and when the sheriff saw that someone in the crowd was about to take a picture, he requested that the picture not be taken. Sensing that the picture had been taken, he then asked that the film not be developed.

Adams smiled at the crowd, and waved both his hands to the crowd, much in the manner that a wrestler or boxer waves greetings to a crowd, and without saying a word turned around and Sheriff Miles closed the window.

Immediately thereafter Miles shook hands with Adams and the business of placing the hood over the head and the strapping of his hands and his arms to his body begun and was completed in a mater of a few seconds.

As Adams stood in the center of the trap door, the trap was sprung by Sheriff Miles.

Twelve minutes later Coroner G. I. Gilmore and Doctors J. C. Cofer and J. C. Keim, declared the man dead.

Even before the trap was sprung, the crowd on the inside of the enclosure began drifting out, one by one, and as soon as the man had dropped, there was a rush for the large gate at the rear of the jail, the only entrance or exit to the large enclosure.

It was noted there were at least six women in the crowd who witnessed the hanging, and at least two small children in the arms of their fathers.

Just as soon as the man was pronounced dead, the rope was cut and attendants of the Lentz Funeral Home took charge of the body which was removed to the funeral home on St. Francis Street, where it was being embalmed at the time this paper goes to press. No funeral arrangements were announced, and an attendant at the mortuary stated that Sheriff Miles had given instructions for the body to be embalmed, and that he would give instructions for his disposal later.”

Is the chainsaw perfect?

I spent a few hours with the chainsaw today. A perfect day to be in the woods. As I slowly brought order to chaos I wondered how people got along without chainsaws. And is it one of those rare tools that can’t really be improved on, like the fly swatter. I headed over to Wikipedia for some history:

“The first portable chainsaw was invented in 1925 by what became the German company Festo in 1933. The company now operates as Festool producing portable power tools. Other important contributors to the modern chainsaw are Joseph Buford Cox and Andreas Stihl; the latter patented and developed an electrical chainsaw for use on bucking sites in 1926 and a gasoline-powered chainsaw in 1929, and founded a company to mass-produce them. In 1927, Emil Lerp, the founder of Dolmar, developed the world’s first gasoline-powered chainsaw and mass-produced them.”

While they’ve made lots of improvements to the tool, the basic design seems unchanged for what, 85 years? I daydreamed (not while sawing) of ways to improve this wonderful tool. Quieter? The noise keeps me on my toes, always aware of the potential danger in my hands. Lighter? Maybe, but the weight of the saw seems to make cutting easier. I guess if someone could come up with a tiny (safe) fusion reactor to eliminate running out of gas. But I look forward to the rest breaks those provide.

If the chainsaw never gets better than it is, it will be good enough for me.

“Forcing my life into slow-motion”

Jonathan Safran Foer had an idea for Chipotle so it shared it with their CEO.

They had nothing on their bags. So I said, ‘Wouldn’t it be cool to just put some interesting stuff on it? Get really high-quality writers of different kinds, creating texts of different kinds that you just give to your customers as a service.’

cups

In the Vanity Fair piece below they give a few samples. One by Michael Lewis (The Two-Minute Minute) resonated for me.

“Recording the quotidian details of my day seems to add hours a day to my life: I’m not sure why. Another trick is to focus on some ordinary thing—the faintly geological strata of the insides of a burrito, for instance—and try to describe what I see. Another: pick a task I’d normally do quickly and thoughtlessly–writing words for the side of a cup, say–and do it as slowly as possible. Forcing my life into slow-motion, I notice a lot that I miss at game speed. The one thing I don’t notice is the passage of time.”

The slowing of my life over the past two years has been one of the best and most interesting parts of not having a job. I still notice the passage of time but it’s moving more slowly.