It’s a great job, honestly, but I’m not sure it’s a good opportunity, because despite all our technology, the way we can each communicate with anyone at anytime from any place, see one another’s face, step inside the screen, that’s not how real connections are made, apparently, it’s not how work advances, that requires instead those myriad, incalculable, much more personal collaborations, the physical back and forth, the cafeteria interactions, at least that’s what the hiring manager tells me, meaning I have to leave my home, my community, the people I know, everyone I grew up with, leave it all behind, and I know to everyone looking in that’s not leaving behind much, probably they’re right, certainly there’s nothing I can point to that’s obviously worth taking with me, it’s more a feeling that I hate to lose, like that time the woman with the three boys in elementary school, they live a couple blocks behind us, she tipped the lady cutting her children’s hair more than she should because she knew that lady only took the job because her husband was still out of work, or how the shy Skeens sisters, a rather homely bunch, to be honest, sound really really good when they sing together in church, not good enough for television, obviously, but it’s still good, and the people feel better when they sing, you can sense it, and the way everyone just accepts that the prices at the big cheap chain store are so much lower than anywhere else, every penny counts, but we know it means that last local grocery store, Polly’s, isn’t going to survive, but what else can we do, spend money we don’t have, or how the puddles form in the front of the house after a big rain, or the way Luther Buffalo, that’s what he tells us to call him, the very first black person I ever saw, always wears an overcoat and a hat, like the kind they wore a hundred years ago, even in the dead of summer, and I’ve only ever met one person whose actually tried sushi, or that time I overheard these older folks outside church trying to decide if a transgender woman meant the person used to be a woman but isn’t now or was it the other way around, they weren’t mean about it, just disbelieving, but nobody here seems to understand what it is I want to do, but I was fortunate enough to have discovered it, that’s what the adults here keep telling me, honestly, I just stumbled upon it, an off-hand remark one day by Mr. Nemzek in 8th grade, and that’s what I took at the community college, it wasn’t the best school, obviously, but I had to stay close to home, there was no money to leave, not then, but I went online and learned everything I needed and talked to those who thought just like I do, finally, though I never told them about the cheap groceries or Sunday school, and they wouldn’t understand how it really mattered to just about everyone here if the basketball team made it into the state playoffs, class D champions 14 years ago, or the way people here drink beer, marijuana is totally foreign to them — plus, scary — which is funny because just about everyone smokes tobacco, it’s true, there are even ashtrays in people’s homes, and the dogs just run loose around the neighborhood, we know their names, they don’t bother anybody, or the way our neighbor has the only brand new car we’ve ever seen, she even had the church pray for it — yes, that one struck me as particularly odd — but the church really is everything here to some folks, I don’t know if people in the city would believe that, it’s a church but most of the time it’s not for church, just on Sundays and Wednesday nights, so I’m torn, it really is a great job, honestly, and it will actually pay more than what my dad made before he hurt his back, and I secretly do want to live in the city, but I’m scared because once you leave you change, but they don’t, you’re different and they’re different but that’s only because you’re different, it’s never the same again, your wants can no longer be crossed off by what they got where you came from, there’ll always be that longing, then you’ll have all this stuff inside you, running through your brain, most good but not all, and you can’t really tell your parents or your friends from school, it has to be felt, experienced, and so they can’t understand, maybe they just won’t want to, you’re becoming an alien even at the place called home, like how I haven’t been inside the abandoned binder factory in over a year or the way all my friends now have a steady, but I think I have to leave, my dad says I should.
Future Boo Boo
Your algorithms are the tools of the patriarchy! Your AI is cis and white and male!
Winter is coming to Silicon Valley. That’s much worse than a bubble that goes pop.
Silicon Valley is thriving, gushing profits, employing millions, upending the world. Worse news for the wounded souls who demand the rest of us change, this place is also highly meritocratic. They hate that. They desperately want Silicon Valley to fail, to fall far and hard — only then can they be believed when they howl that Silicon Valley is “anti-inclusive” and must “fix” its diversity problem.
They have no choice.
With Silicon Valley doing so much so well, their entire value stream is dammed.
They believe they have found a solution.
If they can get enough people to believe that technology itself is inherently racist, that math itself — and chemistry and physics — are racist, misogynist, all the very worst ists — then they can force their values upon the region.
You’d think getting a STEM degree, moving to the region, and hustling would be easier for them. Apparently not.
“A French company that has deployed about 30 self-driving vans in France, Switzerland and Australia debuted its 15-passenger electric shuttle at Mcity in Ann Arbor (Michigan) this morning.”
Bear with me here: Has there ever been a better business model than Google’s? Search, find, Google gets a cut. Everybody wins.
Caution: do not expect *any* of Google’s other efforts to ever come close to replicating such success. It’s damn hard to hit the Lotto even once. But, let us thank Google for their many (doomed) investments. These have effectively reached into the future and brought it closer to our present. Without Google, all these autonomous vehicle initiatives would be 5-10 years further out, at least.
Daring Fireball’s John Gruber says Apple’s (mythical) AirPods are “my favorite new Apple product in years — exactly as they are.”
I know. I know. You’re thinking that no matter what Apple’s new product will be next year, it’ll — surprise! — become his favorite new Apple product in years.
But, read his actual review. Is this a cry for help?
“There have been a small handful of times when one of the two buds turns off, and audio only plays through one of them. But I’ve only seen that three or four times, tops, and in each case it was fixed by putting the AirPods back in the case for a second or two.”
So, one will shut off so you can’t actually get the audio in both ears?
Oh, and that easy fix? You know, just put the AirPods “back in the case for a second or two.”
So if you go out on a run you need to bring the AirPods case with you? This is what’s being passed off as innovation?
What happened at Apple?
What happened to Apple bloggers?
Show the way and leave today.
That in-born compulsion to leave, wander, discover what’s around the bend or across the sea. Of course we glorify these most human of abandonings. They are especially welcome in pomp-filled, blustery — and damn fine — pop songs.
How far to the point of know return?
The grandiose lyrics, the singer’s piercing voice, the hair, the suits, all fringe and puff, a rock band with violin solos, of what realm is Kansas? Are we not worthy?