Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Dear humans,

You live in structures that took thousands of years to get right, and that's still improving every day.  You drive vehicles that have patents dating back no more than two centuries, comprised of about 1,800 pieces of fabricated materials - and with a new substance created every 2.6 seconds, you can bet those parts will all be changing.  Your lives depend on devices that hit the market no more than a decade ago.  On average, you spend 8 hours in front of a screen plugged into processing units, hardware, and an internet, all hardly 50 years old.  Then you follow it up with 5 hours in front of a fabricated box with fabricated shows subsidized by ads - also completely fabricated - of fabricated goods.  Even cakes which after hundreds of years, we've figured out how to cut properly, or better.

Everything is a fabricated system, improving by the minute.

We have the fit, the pedantic, the beautiful, the industrious, and the entrepreneurs.  Each have fabricated their own systems.  The brainless - sorry, fit - created absolutely random games and leagues, systems of athletics, rules, rankings, and so on.  The pedantic continue to perpetuate academia.  New disciplines, more papers, research, degrees upon degrees, meritocracy.  The beautiful and popular wait tables in LA and act and model in their spare time.  The industrious work like dogs, doesn't matter where you put them.  Then there's the entrepreneurs.  They'll fabricate their own rules and break all the other ones.  They'll figure it out.  They'll fabricate industries to which academia will respond by molding people in a way they think fits.  Fabricated systems, fabricated industries, fabricated technologies, fabricated economies, etc.

Rather than whittle branches into spears and go out and collect shrubbery, we've decided to create a system that's easier for us.  Systems based on meritocracy and aptitude, finesse, or hustle.  Figure it out and play - you were born pooping and sucking at life so I believe in you - or find an alternative.

But guess what; this system continues to evolve at an alarming rate akin to Moore's law in some proportion to the adoption and permeation of technology.

Your kids will undermine everything you know.  Your 3 year-old knows how to use your iPad better than you do.  They will code better than you do.  They will drop out of top schools, sit around in hoodies, and build entire empires sitting in front of a computer screen.

Notice how none of this requires finesse and a spear.

Evolution.  It's a function of technology, but you can choose to ignore it.  But don't be alarmed when you're completely sidelined and useless.

So continue to sit back and b*tch and moan.  I'm sure technology will wait for you.  I'm sure time will somehow slow down while you figure it out.  I'm sure the planet will stop blowing through space at 66,000 miles an hour while you get your bearings.  Maybe you can ask gravity to pause for a moment while you're at it.

If you can't stop for innovation, it will not kindly stop for you.  Survival of the adaptive.

because i could not stop for innovation

because i could not stop for change
he kindly ran over me
the tesla held but just the innovative
musk and jobs' holograms.

we drove hastily - time was a wastin'
and i had put away
my labor and my leisure too,
for his demands

we passed the school, where children strove
at recess – in the ring
we passed the charging stations –
we passed the setting sun –

or rather – he passed us –
the processors teraflopping away
for only a ten core, my chip
my bus, only 32-bit

our lyft hardly paused for a lytro we had
and all light it captured
and a gopro front-mounted
for all action abound

since then 'tis minutes - and yet
all technology has changed
feels just yesterday, tesla motors'
patents were hidden away.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

freedoms

imho, it's cheapest to pay for things with money, life, time, and freedom, in that order.

needless to say, burghers of calais is a favorite and i have the utmost respect for those who sacrifice in reverse for that which we have.

filed under: opinions, what they're for

opinions are for you and me to have different beliefs.  it's a space for us to respect and have intellectual discussions about these differences.

but this is in and of itself an opinion, which, of course, we're all entitled to.