Firstly, a friend and former co-worker in his late 20′s lost his battle to cancer a [...]]]> I’ve been think a lot about death lately. Before you raise your eyebrows, it isn’t a bad thing. There have just been a few things in my life lately that brought the subject up. I’ve outlined a couple below.

Firstly, a friend and former co-worker in his late 20′s lost his battle to cancer a few weeks ago. I truly hope he is in a better place now and his suffering has ended. What particularly struck me was that his Facebook page for days was appended with kind and supporting words for him and his family, this was something I hadn’t seen before.

This made me wonder about the role technology plays in death. This blog is hosted by a 3rd party company which I pay a fee to annually. Assuming my credit card isn’t cancelled immediately and my passing happened around renewal time, it is fair to say that this page could exist up to a year after me. I am fairly positive Facebook/Twitter and similar web apps have policies around dormant accounts being deleted, but again there would be a lag between my last breath and my account’s. But once gone from the servers, all my thoughts, all my pictures, everything is gone for good.

Secondly I reference a conversation between Andrew and I on our trip to India. While Andrew is a friend and we know each other well, he certainly  wouldn’t know my parents, my home town and probably couldn’t remember the company I work for. This is no slight to him at all. This is the way many friendships start, and I could same about myself in relation to him. The conversation starter was “what if something had happened to one or both of us on some dark back alley in India?”

The easy case is both of us “disappeared”, because quite frankly that would be it. My friends and family would have no idea where I was. Aside from my odd email home to give an update on recent events, I never gave addresses of hotels or any indication of future plans. Truth be told as we got on the plane to India all we knew was that we were landing in Delhi, nothing more about the rest of our journey.

I read an article once about a man whose girlfriend was on vacation in Hong Kong. She txt’d him one night saying she was going to bed and was never heard from again. He flew over to Hong Kong with conviction that in a city of 7 million he could track her down. Of course as the news usually goes, I never saw the end of the story. 

That was in a city of 7 million, Delhi has 14 million. I doubt very much that doubling the population or even halving it for that matter changes the magnitude of a search like that.

But the case that is more interesting is what if one of us had disappeared.

Back to technology.

When I was in highschool a friend passed away suddenly after being struck by lightning. His closest friends created a collage of photos, printed them on large paper in colour and gave them out in remembrance of him. This poster still hangs on my wall in my room 9 or more years later.

If I fast forward 9 years, will my colleague’s facebook page still exist? Certianly not.

Technology is a double edged sword. It has the potential to bring us together easier, we can share photos, events, news instantly around the world, but in the same regard, once the medium we use to do that sharing is obsolete we have nothing left but a memory.

If Andrew had disappeared in India, I could have used Facebook or some other technology to find his friends and family and notify them of the situation. We could then use mobile phones, email, webpages, news media etc. to get the word out. While tragic, technology would help me almost isntantly get to the people who need to know, without me having ever met those people. 

The other edge? In 30 years we won’t be able to sit with our grandkids and flip through a photo album. Assuming our harddrives/USB keys/DVD-Rs last that long, we might be able to flip through them on the some antique JPG viewer. But somehow I think this is unlikely. How many memories have you lost because of a harddrive crash? A computer virus? A lost usb key or a misplaced CD? 10 years ago it would have taken a basement flood, or a fire to destroy these things, now it is as simple as a magnetic getting too close to your MacBook or a power surge in your apartment, or a thumbdrive slipping out of your pocket.

I am not a Facebook page, a Twitter account or even this blog. These 3 things are put into an infinite equation that makes up “me”. The fact that these will outlast me, regardless of when I die is a scary thought, because that means that in theory  instead of people’s last memory of me being the last time we met for a beer or our last day of work together, it will be my last blog entry, or my last update on Twitter.

I have been in countless museums and read and seen images on papyrus, animal skins, bark, stone… These are universal and although they decay, in general they transcend time. They are hundreds and even thousands of years old. You’d be hard pressed to find something to look at files on a floppy disk these days, and this medium was still widely used just 10 years ago, and jsut plain forget about the technologies the files on those disks are stored in.

I hope I remember the times I had with my friends mentioned above 30 years from now, hell I hope I can remember my own name 30 years from now… I just don’t want to have to bet on technology to be the mechanism for my memories.

In fact quite a bit, but let’s step back for a second. How many times have you felt like you were wasting time? Seemed like you were doing something insignificant? Your actions have no relevance to your future goals?

In this season on “How [...]]]> What do a typewriter and Germany have to do with Twitter?

In fact quite a bit, but let’s step back for a second. How many times have you felt like you were wasting time? Seemed like you were doing something insignificant? Your actions have no relevance to your future goals?

In this season on “How I Met Your Mother” there have been a few reflections of this sort. For instance “What would have happened had I taken that cab?” or “What would have changed had I not been on that street corner at that time?”.  The point that these statements make is quite simply that life is not a series of achievements or milestones, it is a series of interlocked microseconds where the affect of the previous billions and trillions are placed on the next infinitesimal.

Don’t believe me? Think about something fairly significant in your life. Today is my 4th anniversary with the company I work for. But how did I ever get this job? I heard about my company through a guest speaker in a course at UoG, i was introduced by the professor who I had known from a previous course, I only took that previous course because I had a choice of 2 electives and I had several friends in that course, I had made those friends from living in South Residence. In theory I could even pull this back farther as to why did I chose UoG, or Computer Science for that matter and that takes me back until the age of about 12, probably further. So an action that at the time may have been considered insignificant has resulted in me working for a company where I travel the world, get paid to do something I enjoy and work with a fantastic group of people. Some may say I am stretching it, but am I?

About 3 winters ago I had taken a day off of work to do some errands, Christmas shopping, and a few things for the fam. I woke up a little later than normal and went to have breakfast, out of milk for cereal I made eggs. i showered dressed and went down to my car. I got all the way down to my car and realized I forgot my phone, so I went back up. As I came out of my parking lot, as I was used to doing for work I turned left. About a city block went by before I realized I should have turned right, I started looking for a place to turn around when a police officer pulled in behind me and politely gave me a speeding ticket. Other than the obvious fact that the real blame is on me speeding…  Can I blame the meeting of me and this officer on me taking the longer time to make eggs than a simple bowl of cereal? The reason the milk was empty escapes me now, as at the time it was an insignificant detail. What about forgetting my cellphone? That added time to my delay? Couldn’t my vacation day have been on a different day?  Why was I at that intersection at that time on that day?

Twitter was limited to 140 characters for the highly publicized reason that SMS Text messaging standards is 160 characters, and Twitter allows 20 letters for a username. But why are text messages 160 characters? In the mid 80s a communications researcher working on a project to replace the pager sat at a typewriter and typed several common sentences he would have used his new gadget for. He found that almost all those sentences where less than 160 characters. He deemed that sufficient. When cellphones adopted this, bandwidth was slow and very tight, so they stuck with this to reduce overhead, and now that bandwidth is relatively cheap and plentiful we still use a non-scientific 80s limitation in a highly capable technology.

So when professors say that that the text message is ruining the way kids speak, perhaps we should blame that German researcher and his typewriter? Or we should blame the guy who hired him to research, or perhaps we should blame some other seemingly insignificant action that happened well before the 80s?

The problem is that this is all hindsight, who could know that me being stranded in a pub one evening would lead to me befriending a person who 2 years later is taking a trip with me to India? Who knew that by casually mentioning to my former boss I like to travel it would result in a series of events that moved me to England for 2.5+ years and counting?

I can think of so many examples in my life.  Most I cannot even trace back because the moments were so fleeting, but realizing this just gives another reason why you need to go with the flow of life, don’t try and control everything, don’t fret about spilling a coffee or tripping on a sidewalk because who knows: That action may lead you closer to your dreams.

Since I stated posting blog entries I have received [...]]]> I could spend a lot of time reviewing each absurdity of this book, but alas I like to branch out more. Instead I think in my final reflection I’ll finish with why I believe Mr. Keen has this sense of reality that I do not share.

Since I stated posting blog entries I have received many comments such as “Stoss, you really think about the world in a fucked up way.” And I agree. I tend to think about things differently. I am not near arrogant enough to think my opinion is the only one, or necessarily correct. To paraphrase a quote from The Truman Show _{(highly under-rated movie)}: “We all live in the reality with which we are presented.”

About 3 months ago I went on a date with a smart, pretty, 20-something professional in the bio-medical field who lives by herself away from her family. On the surface you might think we are very similar. We are both white-collar workers, we are independent, well traveled and have the means to sustain ourselves. The topic came up as to how often we order take away. I said not that often, usually just Friday night curry or something. She gasped! “Once a week?! That is really often!”

At the time we had a quick laugh and moved on, but the above story is directly related to this book. I live in a reality where once a week takeout is not only normal, it is considered infrequent. That being said, lately I also live in a world where if I am not on 4 or 6 airplanes in a month I consider it “downtime”.

The point I am trying to make is that in Mr. Keen’s reality the Internet is the culprit for the downfall of society. I am sure he truly believes that and I wouldn’t fault him on it. In my reality the Internet is one of, if not the most important technological advances ever and has potential to propel society in directions we cannot even fathom yet.

The later part of the book has a couple themes. One is human behaviour and the other is the disadvantages to an all electronic society.

Keen blames sex addiction on the vast amount of porn on the Internet. Sex addiction? The only purpose for us to exist is for sex. Monogamy, humility, these are man-made concepts. Sex addiction is fundamental to our existence. The fact birth control, condoms, abortion were invented just helps us to not over-populate the shit out of this planet. Just think, if they diverted the attention give to the industry of preventing pregnancy to a field like cancer, how would this world be different?

Our realities did meet in a few way though. Keen talks about the information gathering on the net and the potentially disastrous effects it could have if it leaks. I agree. I find it very spooky when I log into Facebook in Germany and my ads are in German, or when I land in type in www.google.com in Switzerland and get directed to www.google.ch.

What if every search, every online purchase and every website you ever visited was somehow displayed to the world? Would you be embarrassed? Would losing the expected anonymity of the Internet be detrimental to your life?

Now the big brother view is that the Information Superhighway has CCTV cameras at every metre to watch you, track you and record your every move. The truth is that this is nothing new. Credit card companies have been data mining your information for decades to find patterns and anomalies to help them prevent credit card fraud. For the most part these measures are there to help you. It lets Google know when you search for Mustang, do you mean horse or car. It lets Amazon recommend books to you to save you searching or when you are stuck for a choice. But as I discussed earlier, all technologies have the ability to be used for nefarious purposes.

How is it different that you have a subscription to a gardening magazine and that magazine sells your address to gardening supply stores so they can send you mail, than Facebook putting up a “singles in the UK” ad on my page because I am listed as single and living in the UK?

The ironic part of all of this discussion is that at the end of bashing amateurs, saying that we can have no idea when someone isn’t a paid professional on a subject if they are telling the truth or lying, the author admits in the final pages of his book that he himself is an amateur, that this is first book and he had to rely on several others in writing it. Think about that for a bit.

Mr. Keen clearly sees the Internet as something vastly different than any previous technology. I do not. I see it as an advancement, sort of like VHS->DVD->Blue Ray.  If Keen took the time to think about this in the grand scheme of our society and not in the individual case studies (The Internet poker player who robs a bank to pay off his debt, or the German teenagers who faked a political message on YouTube etc) he would see we are no worse off at all. We have just transitioned to a new form of culture, economy and values, not destroyed them at all.

Bottom line: I am glad I read this book. I hated it page after page, but sometimes it takes something that you hate for you to reflect on why you like something.

If we think about it all things started from an idea, from the computer, to the spoon, to the wheel. All [...]]]> Where do ideas come from? Earlier tonight I was trying to think of a topic to write about and even started two articles (now saved in my draft folder). The ideas never fully formed.

If we think about it all things started from an idea, from the computer, to the spoon, to the wheel. All things we use on a day-to-day basis come from some initial idea. Some evolve in a positive manner; remember the first microwaves that weighed 100 lbs and had the capacity for 2 raw eggs? Some evolve in the wrong direction; Beta giving way to VHS comes to mind.

But not until I stopped thinking did the idea for this article arrive, perhaps that is the key: Ideas come when your mind isn’t working!

Perhaps Edison, who holds over 1000 patents in the US alone, never actually thought? His mind just came up with an idea while he was zoned out on his porch and he was skilled enough to recognize it and execute on it. Maybe this is why ideas come so rapidly when you are stoned? (not that I would know anything about that)

I think what separates “great” visionaries from others is not the idea itself, but the ability to execute the idea into a product that can perform the task it is meant to and do it in a way that is effective for the audience it is intended for. This could be some sort of consumer market, but in the case of this blog, the audience is you. My job as an “author” is to take an idea and write something that entertains and/or captures your minds for the brief few paragraphs I type.

But if that is the case, how does one measure the success of the execution? My blog certainly won’t get the millions of hits as something like slashdot.org or engadget.com. It could be argued that financial gain is a measure of success, but some of the greatest ideas in history haven’t resulted in the earning of much money at all, at least not for 1 or a concentrated group of people.

I choose to take my ideas and write them into a blog, others take their ideas and build an object to sell, and others take their ideas to the stage as stand up comedians. Each of these methods of execution are just as valid and satisfying to the idea holder and to their intended audience(s).

So execute your ideas how you want, and forget about the measurement of success, take a chance, write our thoughts, speak your mind, build that automated-booger-flicker or gold-plated laptop you’ve been dreaming about. The ride is more important than the destination!

So, did I execute? Probably not, it is 1 in the morning…

The other was the movie “13 going on [...]]]> So the other night I couldn’t sleep. It was about 1am and I thought, maybe some TV will put me out. So I turned on the TV and there was only one thing that sounded good… well two, but “I came, I saw, I blew” cost extra.

The other was the movie “13 going on 30″. And I figured, Jennifer Garner is hot, so it isn’t too gay if I watch it.. especially if I have a beer while I watch…mmmmm….

Now, this movie is a blatant ripoff of “Big”, and no slight to Tom Hanks, but Garner pulls of the clueless adolescent adult better than him. Which may explain how she could even consider having a baby with Ben Affleck.

Now the premise of this movie is pretty typical:  All kids want to be older. But the “hook” is that this little girl gets to experience her future. There is an interesting scene where she asks her mother “If you could do one thing over, what would it be?”, Her mother answered “Nothing”. This brings up a point, which I would bet the director/writers and the teenie boppers never got. How would the mother know about her mistake(s)? The only reason why Garner thought she made mistakes was because she skipped over the time when she made them and the future wasn’t what she would have expected. If “time” had played out normally, would she have thought her mistakes were mistakes?

In the end of course (Yes, I am going to spoil this movie, because if you didn’t predict the ending from the 1st 5 seconds of the previews before it even started you are too stupid to be reading this blog) she ends up with the guy of her dreams. But it took a trip to the future for her to realize this was the guy of her dreams.

I think this just goes to show human stupidity. Everyone meets someone who is “perfect” for them, but we are too busy looking for something else to realize it. Garner as looking for popularity, and almost lost the “perfect guy”.

If I could jump 15 years into my future, would I find a “mistake”? If you could jump into the future would you realize you lost someone or something because of an error in your judgement? A very interesting thought…. Especially in a time where divorces are about to out number marriages…

Maybe why people don’t have regrets is because they aren’t aware of what they SHOULD regret?

….and this is why I can never sleep.