Car Tinkering

J is very attached to her first car which was bought very cheap and had an abundance of quirks and maladies. But it was her pride and joy, gave her the independence she dreamed of. When she left to college, we initially thought to sell the car but on second thought decided to keep it for a while in case she came home for holidays and wanted to use it. The pandemic happened and indeed J was home for longer than expected and the car came very handy. Then she returned and is unlikely to come back anytime soon. Yet, the car remains here and is being used. 

Recently we changed the radio on it to an Android device. With a bit of tinkering, the technology on this old car is now state of the art and stands in remarkable contrast to the rest of the vehicle. The firmware being open-source, the possibilities are endless if someone has the time to make things happen. The quality of driving experience in this car has improved remarkably for a very little incremental spend. This is all on the driver side but with Android Automotive, the possibilities are even more interesting. It's been a long time since I got excited about technology even though that's all I deal with every working hour of my life for decades now. I know a few die-hard Android fans but this is the first time, I came into contact with the technology and see what I have been missing out.

Feral Female

Watched Garden of Eden recently and it made me want to read the book. While looking around found this review by John Updike which made for excellent reading. He gets to the heart of the matter rather quickly once he starts to opine on the book at hand:

In the trim published text of sixty-five thousand words, a daily repetition of actions remains (wake, write, drink, lunch, siesta, drink, eat, make love, sleep), but the dialogue never covers exactly the same ground and the plot advances by steady, subliminal increments, as situations in real life do. The basic tensions of the slender, three-cornered action are skillfully sustained. The psychological deterioration of the heroine, Catherine Bourne, the professional preoccupations of the hero, the young writer David Bourne, and the growing involvement of the other woman, Marita, are kept in the fore, interwoven with but never smothered by Hemingway’s betranced descriptions of the weather, the meals, the landscape, the chronic recreations.

That was how the movie felt too. Like clockwork the characters repeat the aforementioned set of activities day after day. Yet, things fall apart within that steady beat. The way the unravelling is depicted one small crack at a time is masterful. I love Updike's depiction of Catherine as a "feral female" which is exactly the feeling the character invokes. That description stuck with me for some reason and made me think about how some people I grew up with have transformed into versions of themselves that are unrecognizable to those who knew them as children. At least two of them have moved to the "feral" end of the change spectrum.

Staying Alive

Seniors in assisted living had an isolated existence even before the pandemic hit but things only nose-dived after that. Great to see some young people come up with a creative solution to the problem.

Video platforms such as YouTube contain tons of 360-degree video content. But without VR goggles, viewers don’t get the full immersive experience. We would partner with the content creators to give their videos free exposure on our app, which we would pitch to retirement communities in the Austin area. Residents could download the apps on their smartphones, then watch the videos with VR goggles we’d supply.

I can imagine how much the seniors in my life would enjoy such an experience. Being home-bound with no end in sight coupled with doom-scrolling and the infinite cycles of bad news has made their golden years perfectly miserable. Being able to immerse in experiences they never had in their lives and this point can only dream of what may have once been possible.

Role Model

Microsoft jumping in to help kids with math problems is wonderful. Something for other big companies to learn from. There is plenty of room for lessons in science, language, social studies and more. Brands could create their niche by teaching what they know best. Would be cool to see publishers teaching kids to write well, pharma teaching biology and chemistry and so on. So many opportunities to do good in the world by way of impacting a child's life positively. 

Many companies already offer tuition reimbursement and post-secondary education opportunities for adults if they are already employees of these companies. This would be a logical next step and it would be great to see the Microsoft setting a trend here. There is such a dire need for help and the pandemic made it even more so. Keeping students at home and engaged in their education is a monumental challenge and parents are burning out

To say parents are struggling is an understatement. Sixty-three percent say the pandemic made the 2019-2020 school year extremely stressful for them, according to an August survey conducted by Harris Poll on behalf of the American Psychological Association. In the same survey, 77 percent of parents of 8- to 12-year-olds said that uncertainty about the 2020-2021 school year was causing them stress.

Small Venue

Last month there was a lot of news about of tech companies acting in concert to ban Parler. It will be interesting to see how this ends up for all concerned. Commonsense says that tech companies cannot be the arbiters of free speech. For them to presume that they can decide what to allow and what to curtail seems over-stepping of authority. The argument about boundary of responsibilities can arise. Are they required to police content that rides on their platforms. Are they supposed to do that only if they stand to profit or not from said content. As this author says:

Private companies or not, Facebook, Twitter and the rest face exactly the same problems a governmental agency would face in establishing consistent, principled — and universally accepted — criteria for what to allow and what to forbid. Not even 21st-century artificial intelligence can succeed where Supreme Court justices have tried, and failed, for decades.

Such decisions are bound to invoke mixed reactions. Some among those who hate it also have the power to spend or withhold money on big tech demonstrate where they stand on the issue. This may not apply to the average consumer of services that these companies provide but there are corporate buyers who can express displeasure in tangible ways.

An unexpected benefit would be the breaking up of the online public squares - there is no need for two platforms to be the predominant option for the whole world. There should be places for people to gather online that have the vibe and comfort of a small coffee shop that only exists in one's home town and is owned by the same family for three generations. There could be a venue for people of like mind to gather without bothering those who do not agree with them. 

Color Match

The gratuitous buzzwords made this story hard to read but the concept is nice - a bespoke lipstick that is perfect for the person. " Utilizing artificial intelligence-based algorithms, the cloud-connected app analyzes a photo of the user's face.." Not all that complicated really. The face has characteristics that can be easily isolated and tagged, add user preferences to that, may check for occasion, season and time of day to generate a color that would work perfectly. Would be nice to see personalized make-up go mainstream. 

Once is a great while, a woman will find something that is just perfect for her skin and before long it's no longer available. So if you need to resume your search. As J grew older and started to clear out my make-up bag, I found myself needing less and less. It was too much work to find and replace. Instead, it was easier to scavenge through J's discard pile and find the few things I could use. Now that she does not live with me anymore, I am on my own. It turns out that tinted moisturizer and lip balm is all I need - its all that I have capacity for. Being able to color match old favorites is a good oneMakeup is strange business and women can have a phase and time shifting relationship with it. The older I grow, the more I want to go minimal - that feels more real and representative of the person I am. In my younger years, it was all about vibrant colors - the more the better. 

Feeling Spent

If you are dealing with an insolent teenager daily, chances are sometimes you run out of the reserves of patience. My friend M is the mother of a teenaged boy. All days are hard but some days specially so. The child in question does not think high-school is something he needs to do, college is irrelevant and somehow he has all the answers. In his mind at eighteen something magical will happen and he will be out in the world, free and living a good life his own way. The adults are all idiots and need to stay out of his business - that is only way they could possibly contribute in his life. He is rude, cuts people off mid-sentence to express his ignorant and unintelligent perspectives, acts like whatever he does not know (which is just about everything in the world) is irrelevant. Some days, M finds her patience worn to the bone. 

Last time I talked to her happened to be one such evening. He said something more than usually asinine and uncultured to her and she totally lost it. She told him he needs to understand he is very far from special and no one wants to hear a damn thing he has to say. What is more, the way he talks no one in their right mind will want to have anything to do with him in the real world outside home. To all that he responded he does not care who wants to deal with and M reminded him the day he turns eighteen, she sure as hell does not have any desire to do so and he needs to have a plan. That iced the whole argument in a moment dinner took place is a dead silence - no one had anything left to say. It was the kind of nasty reality check no well-meaning adult wants to give a kid this age. Basically telling the young person he is not welcome in the household he thinks of as his home and he is being tolerated only because he has not come of age yet. People can't wait to get him out to the door - the sooner the better. 

The reasons why things have come to this pass at M's are complex but they are where they are and increasingly the conversations are about each side tolerating the other. It becomes difficult for a kid to thrive in a place that feels impermanent - the feeling of forever and certain is what they crave. M feels bad that she had to use such words but it is a reality check someone has to give the ignorant child. 

Mind's Eye

Learned a new word reading this article about a rare brain condition. Aphantasia is strange ailment:

For such individuals, literature may produce facts but not visual representations. Arrakis isn't a planet of vast deserts but vast emptiness, Gandalf the Grey a colorless, featureless blob. Sunny beaches can't be visited in their imaginations but must remain on the office calendar until summer vacation. And while memories exist, they cannot be visually recalled except between scrapbook cellophane.

It made me wonder if there could be degrees of difficultly in producing visual representations for people and even for the same person over a period of time. As a child and young person, it was incredibly easy for me to escape into world of the book I was reading, be able to see myself as a character in the story as it unfolded. It used to be a full immersive experience. Today, it is orders of magnitude harder for me and I envy my peers who still have access to this wonderful escape. 

I took the quiz on the topic and it turns out that I am somewhere on the scale where I do have ability to create mental images. 

Imaginative experiences vary greatly from person to person — there exists a wide spectrum from no mental imagery to hyper-vivid imagination. Both extremes have their pros and cons. Mental imagery can be a useful cognitive tool and an intrusive one, as you can probably imagineWhat new research and ground-breaking discoveries into extreme imagination reveals is, — We all imagine differently and these invisible differences impact how we think, create, and dream.

Grand Voyage

In J's senior year at high school we watched Le Grand Voyage together. This was one of the rare occasions where she recommended something to me - it used to be disproportionately the other way around. It was an amazing movie and the experience remains of the brightest moments of J's pre-college life with me. I remembered this event recently on a day that was not nearly as bright. 

There is no way for J and I to meet in the foreseeable future. I am grateful she is well where she is and her mental state is as good as can be expected under the circumstances. So much has changed so rapidly. On most days I believe it is for the best. J will have learned to be independent a lot faster than she would have otherwise, she would have learned to draw on her on inner resources to make it through difficult times when being physically around friends and family is impossible. I hope these hard lessons serve her well for the rest of her life, that they bring clarity about what is worth pursuing despite the odds. 

Her view of this time and it's value to her growing up to be her own person in the world may be very different from mine. I would not even begin to guess how and why. That movie is one of our favorites and the I think it speaks to the universal generational and cultural divide between parent and child beyond the chasm of religious versus secular. 

Le Grand Voyage is not, however, an examination of the dichotomies of the spoken word; indeed, very little is actually said between the men as they forge their way through passport controls, bustling city streets and empty autoroutes that stretch for mile upon mile upon mile into the never-ending distance. Rather, it is the somatic exploration of all that is unsaid, expressed so compellingly through the nuanced facial gestures and subtle physical postures of the two principal protagonists.

What is left unsaid between an adult child and their parent is a big and complex universe. I am only beginning to learn how to navigate that with J. Specially that our communication only happens from a distance now, I have to trust my instincts about how she receives what I say, when I may have crossed the line or fallen back into the pattern of treating her like a child instead of an adult. 

What's Next

Lot of insightful comments on the fate of businesses in 2021. The pandemic would have lasted long enough for even steady habits to break. People will compare what they were doing before to what they are able to do now and decide what is better going forward. The movie theatre example is a good one in that regard. Not the most optimal or cost effective to begin with and after a couple of years of sitting on the couch as an alternative, chances are the allure would completely fade. 

My friend D finally fulfilled her dream of having a second home on the beach. This is a tourist hot spot and in any other time, she would have done swimmingly well on Airbnb. But the past year has been a challenge to say the least and this summer may not be all that normal either. So she is stuck with paying for her primary home and this dream that is starting to look a bit like a nightmare. 

But the pandemic put a hard stop to D's business travel which had the wonderful benefit of bringing her close to her daughters. This is the first time in years that D has been able to enjoy her motherhood and she likes it enough to consider retiring early. This is a person I have known a very long time as a confirmed workaholic that goes at a pace I always found dizzying. But for this situation, it is unlikely D would have taken such a sharp turn. 

The Insider

After watching The Insider recently, read a bit about the back-story, the controversies, the allegations by the ex-wife of the protagonist and more. How you feel or are supposed to feel about the story gets muddied rather quickly after that. Adding dramatic flourishes to a real-life story makes for a good movie but the truth is no longer the centrally important. Such is perhaps the case with The Insider too. The wife was depicted as someone who is not an equal partner in the marriage - happy to partake the benefits of being a Big Tobacco wife but unable to take the heat when things sour for the husband. For people outside the situation, it is just another job. 

I knew someone who worked for Big Tobacco a long time ago - a minor cog in the wheel unlike Dr. Wigand in the movie. He got free cigarettes once a month and gave it to friends and family who smoked. I can't recall anyone being appalled that he was given this stuff free - they were glad to accept it as a gift. His job was generally considered cushy and well-paid. We had a few common friends some of whom worked for the same company. Never once in the couple of years that I knew these folks did I hear anyone express angst about earning a Big Tobacco living. It was  job like any other. Watching The Insider made me reconsider these memories from decades ago of knowing people working in IT for a tobacco company, the free cigarettes and no one thinking twice about working such a job. Like any other, it paid for people to pay for their high education, buy homes and raise children.

Seeing Alien

A really clever way to promote a book about aliens. No way to prove or disprove the theory unless the person is well-qualified and understands the science but for the lay-person in a time of deep despair and hopelessness such as these days are, a Harvard professor claiming alien visitation is the perfect antidote

Loeb also said that hydrogen icebergs are expected to come from giant molecular clouds, not parts of space like Carina or Columba. And he reiterated that no hydrogen iceberg could survive the trek from the nearest giant molecular cloud.

Asked if there is a clear leading candidate explanation for 'Oumuamua's acceleration, Loeb referred Live Science to a not-yet-released book he authored called "Extraterrestrial: The First Sign of Intelligent Life Beyond Earth," due for publication in January.

Sounds like a great way to create buzz, have your name rise in SEO rankings and get some readership along the way. Something for writers, agents and publishers to learn. 

Capturing Space

Nice essay about the escalator and what it did for urban spaces. Lot of history and a bit of a long read for those interested in detail. The flow of people in an unbounded space that an escalator provides is unique:

Before the escalator was invented, commerce and transportation were largely one-dimensional. Stairs and elevators were for the committed and purposeful, their limitations constraining vertical expansion, above and below ground. Stairs require patience and effort. Elevators have a unique, precise, and tightly constrained mission. The invention of the escalator changed everything: suddenly, a constant flow of people could ascend into the air, or descend to the depths. The escalator modified architecture itself, creating fluid transitions into spaces above and below. Now, in commerce and transportation, neither the sky nor the ground would be the limit.

Being able to see the surroundings as you move around in an open space, makes the experience somehow more joyful. You are surrounded by people but can move away a bit to create privacy. That is unlike an elevator where you are stuck with strangers and its best not to have a conversation because no matter what you say it will sound weird to strangers. The only exception is when a child is talking or leading the conversation. Just about anyone would be good with that. On an escalator the space moves with you and there is something exhilarating about that - never thought about it until reading this essay.

Not Agreeing

I needed time to process the events of Jan 6 and all that followed since that time. Friends and family overseas said we were no better than a banana republic. There was pity more than there was surprise - for great things falling apart, watching the end times. Closer to the action, I found myself unable to overcome the numbness. I know a lot of folks who are ardent supporters of the president in question. Many don't hide their affiliations. When I came across this poll, I could not help wonder if the sentiments are representative of these people I know as well. Political differences can place people who are otherwise friendly to each other and have things in common, very far apart. The results of the poll are a stark reminder of how far and apart those universes have come to be. There is no place to meet in the middle anymore.

Many of my Bengali friends and relatives were ardent communists back in the day. My parents were not. I recall the adults having heated political debates when our families got together. As kids, we would listen-in amused by the colorful epithets each side used to malign the other and how some mild-manner uncle who would not hurt a fly would make incendiary remarks about breaking and remaking the system from the ground-up. It was a ton of hot-air and people bullshitting because it was a form of entertainment for all concerned. Once dinner was served, everyone would return to being friendly with each other, it was as if that political grandstanding never happened. Come election time people voted according to their loyalties and hated it when the other side won. But none of that diminished the human connection between the two sides. 

Those same relatives are still squabbling over their politics even today though there is no communist party in the mix anymore. The fight has moved on to include other actors. They still don't agree, and argue passionately about their positions. Yet, when one of them is sick and needs help, they don't hesitate a moment to call the person who hates their political persuasions with a burning passion. My father and my maternal uncle would be just such a pair. Yet, there is great love between them undiminished by all the crazy arguments and name calling - they will do anything for each other. If that scene were to be replayed in this country, I don't want to imagine how badly things could go and that is a tragedy.

Crazy Garden

Read this beautiful essay about regeneration after betrayal and abandonment. In the author's case life returns to her in the form an exuberant garden that is not meant to look pretty for others:

I cultivated the way I wanted, without attention to decor or decorum. I let my garden run wild in a way that horrifies most landscape designers. Over the years, I made an effort to replace decorative elements with plants that had a function. I kept the roses because their flowers are edible. I pulled out rhododendrons and camellias and planted yerba mate and cherimoya trees in their place. I took down a twenty-year-old trumpet vine and replaced it with grapevines. This garden was no longer for other people. It had become, as my daughter calls it, “a fairy garden”—messy to navigate, but full of wonder and treats

This reminded me of my father's way of gardening when I was growing up. For as long as I remember there was a patch of land somewhere in the houses we lived where he could grow something. He had no use for pretty and useless things like flowers and ornamental plants. Everything he grew ideally needed to be edible. Some flowers were considered more "functional" than others. He had his logic which I did not care to understand. I only remember how our garden stood out for being weird and unlike anyone else's. As a kid that bothered me mainly because I was not able to see it as a "fairy garden" as the author's daughter does. To me it was a sign of dysfunction and craziness laid bare for the world to see and judge. 

My parents live in an apartment now and all the plants they have grow in pots on the window sills and balcony. There is a shocking amount of greenery for a place that small. Every place that can hold a plant of some sort does. They do have flowers now - more than I ever saw growing up. But there is pumpkin, gourd, tomatoes and chilies too. He has ceded control of the "garden" so my mother is able to express herself too. It is a chaotic scene much like their relationship of fifty years.

Interrogating Algorithms

Good article about how algorithms are making decisions that their human front end does not understand and cannot explain. By the time these decisions result in a lawsuit enough time would have passed between a specification being provided to the vendor to create an algorithm and conditions of satisfaction to have changed enough to render it flawed. So when the human representing the contested decision says don't blame me blame the algorithm they are creating an impossible situation. 

No one in the mix can understand what that algorithm does and even if that were to be unpacked and made comprehensible to the lay person it will still not answer the question if it delivers correct results. When it does not, how and why does it fail. What percent of the populated served is affected by the bad results. None of those questions can be answered without an informed, educated and engaged customer - in this case the powers that be in a government agency. It sounds like they would rather not take responsibility for decision making perhaps to preclude bias and subjectivity - instead let the algorithm do its inscrutable thing. As long as there are no consequences for saying I don't know ask the algorithm nothing will change. 

Not until they were standing in the courtroom in the middle of a hearing did the witness representing the state reveal that the government had just adopted a new algorithm. The witness, a nurse, couldn’t explain anything about it. “Of course not—they bought it off the shelf,” Gilman says. “She’s a nurse, not a computer scientist. She couldn’t answer what factors go into it. How is it weighted? What are the outcomes that you’re looking for? So there I am with my student attorney, who’s in my clinic with me, and it’s like, ‘Oh, am I going to cross-examine an algorithm?’”

In the current model, the nurse is expected not know anything and even the person who signed the purchase order to buy the algorithm would be within their rights to say they have no idea what's inside it. The technical team that vetted it has likely moved on from the organization and tracking them down would unlikely yield any results. I was recently listening to a couple of data scientists explaining data anomalies to a group of non-technical people. They had (in their opinion at least) simplified their content to the lay person level and the presentation was peppered with illustrative and relatable examples from real life. Sadly none of that helped the audience make sense of things, They just thanked the data guys for their time and went on their way choosing not to make any of the decisions that were recommended. 

Heart Berries

Reading Heart Berries has been a magical experience. I love how Terese Marie Malihot plays with words. It evokes the feeling of turning out baked goods where the magic happens mostly unseen but the feeling permeates the experience from start to finish. On falling in love, Malihot says:

I wondered if maybe falling in love looked like a crisis to an observer.. Falling in love felt fluid. It snowed when we fell in love, Everything reminded me of warm milk. Everything seemed less real. I thought my cup was overflowing. I found myself caressing my own face..

And that is only one of the many luminous lines in this book. Of the idea of self-esteem, she makes an interesting observation for instance:

I think self-esteem is a white invention to separate one person from the another. It asks people to assess their value and implies that people have worth. It seems like identity capitalism

On forgiveness she says: I think it is dangerous to let go of a transgression when the transgressor is not contrite

In a time of deep distress she speaks of her inability to connect with her since deceased mother: I have tried not to call her my mother. I have started to believe that a person cannot own land or a family member. It is hard to get inside another person's feeling of dispossession but these lines came close for me, my lack of connection to a land, country or home that I can truly call my own. Using the word my to prefix any of those words feels like a lie. As we grow older our relationship with parents can indeed morph to a point where owing them as "my" is riddled with feelings of anxiety because ownership mandates the presence of deeper feelings that we may be unable to muster. So we could feel that ownership is undeserved. 

This is a short book and worth staying with to the end. Her story is incredibly sad and most of us could be grateful for having lived far easier lives. Yet the beauty of her words transcends and gives voice to feelings we have experienced. My need for keeping things tidy can aggravate people around me. I do this more when I feel out of sorts or alone. Malihot describes it this way: I cleaned the room several times, and it became lonelier and each speck was wiped clean.

Being Sideshow

I met C and his wife for the first time when I was in middle school. They were friends of my parents but we had relocated from their town a while back so I had no recollection of them prior to that meeting. Mrs. C was quite the character - fashionable, loud and colorful. They had no kids at that time presumably because she was not ready to settle down quite yet. C had acquired himself a trophy wife and was willing to bide his time. The next time I met C, I was divorced and living alone with little J in an apartment here in America. My parents were visiting us at the time. C and his son (a college student at the time) were in the area and they stopped by. The meeting was enjoyable and gave my parents much to reminisce about given how far they go back. The kid was a bit bored because he had no shared history and there is only so much he could play with little J. 

Since then C and I stayed in touch. He visited us if he was in town which was not too often, I was invited to visit his family in Oregon but that never came to pass. There was a decade long hiatus in our communication. Much had changed in my life during that period. After J left to college, I reached out to C hoping to resume where we had left off. I was not bound by the school calendar anymore so I could come by to meet them. 

I reached out and he replied promptly. But it was sad to see that C was only interested in understanding if I had been able to survive and if my daughter had ended up a train-wreck. He clearly had not given me very good odds of making it as a single-mother. The fact that my life is more on even keel now and  J is doing well greatly diminished his desire to stay in contact with me. I used to think of C as the next best thing to family but it turns out I had been a sideshow in his life - an unfolding disaster to look at from time to time and feel good about his own life circumstances. The fact that my hardest days were behind me and the flow was more normal now made me irrelevant to him. 

Craving Boring

I read this beautiful Charles Simic poem To Boredom and it took me back to a time when my grandmothers were still alive. In particular I remembered my paternal grandmother who carried with her a book of Bengali ghost stories for children when she visited us.

There were some primitive illustrations in the book to aid better comprehension of the spectral action. For the duration of her stay at our home which was usually during my summer holidays, she would read these stories to me like clockwork after lunch. I could not read Bangla but I knew to look for the illustrations to follow the plot line. 

If the stories were meant to scare, they missed the mark by a mile but there was entertainment value and grandma read them in a serious voice to imply that this could be real. I generally proceeded to nap after the story. Those afternoons like the days of Simic's poem were forever. Nothing changed from one to the next. It is as if the clocks are stopped ticking. What I would give today for time so unchanging, uncomplicated and boring today. 


I’m the child of rainy Sundays. 

I watched time crawl 

Like an injured fly 

Over the wet windowpane. 

Or waited for a branch 

On a tree to stop shaking, 

While Grandmother knitted 

Making a ball of yarn 

Roll over like a kitten at her feet. 

I knew every clock in the house 

Had stopped ticking 

And that this day will last forever.

Power Source

Feeling lonely became so familiar over the last year. If you had known what that feels like, that only intensified and those who were lucky not have felt lonely often got a taste of it - often much more than they were ready for. As can be expected, extroverts and introverts respond differently to this time of forced social isolation. Social and household structure would have their impacts as well. Students in college have been doing their best to preserve what they can of their life - being independent, living with friends and not parents, often away from home. Interesting read about what makes people feel lonely - why some are more susceptible to it that others. 

Lonely people tend to use their imagination, memories, and hopes more, contend the researchers, in an effort to manage their isolation.

The more vivid this created world is, the better it helps the person escape reality. I know a few people in my life who have been able to do that and make living alone seem natural and easy. They thrive in that state in a way I never could - it is as it they don't suffer a handicap many of us to - the need to have company, have contact with others on a regular basis. The source of energy for them is this bright inner world that no one else has access to. It definitely sounds magical and something I have always been envious of.

My friend S is an example of someone who seems to have inexhaustible inner resources. Not only has she thrived in these difficult times, she is even able to support the rest of us who need some of what she has. When we chat on video sometimes, she reminds me of a monk - serene and happy amid the chaos of the world, connected to an invisible and infinite power source.

Hedonic Treadmill

 Learned the phrase Hedonistic Treadmill reading The Price of Civilization

Americans are running very hard to pursue happiness but are staying in the same place, a trap that psychologists have christened the Hedonic Treadmill. This article offers a simple explanation of the concept

The theory of the hedonic treadmill states that regardless of what happens to people, their levels of happiness will eventually return to their baselines. Take this theory with a classic example: say you get married, move into a new house, get a promotion, lose a job, suffer an accident, etc., over time, you’re likely to return to your set point of happiness. After some time passes, you’ll be back at the level of happiness at which you were before.

An interesting idea for sure that we are programmed with certain level of attainable happiness and no matter what good or bad life brings, we will return to that in time. It also makes sense that this set point is personalized

Personality traits play a role in someone’s happiness set point, and well-being is moderately heritable. So, different personality traits may predispose individuals to different levels of well-being.

An over-zealous pursuit of happiness could well be a fool's errand but there is value in trying adjust the set point of happiness a bit higher all the time so it is possible to get more value of from the good things that happen in our lives. Would be interesting to see this in the context of people who use faith or the practice of gratitude as their anchor - that should serve the role of a rappel anchor, inch that set point a bit higher every day

Measuring Price

In The Price of Civilization, Jeffery Sachs explains how it comes to be that the employee is left holding the bag in the new globalized economy:

In the ensuing competition among governments, capital benefits from a “race to the bottom,” in which governments engage in a downward spiral of taxation and regulation in order to try to keep one step ahead of other countries. All countries lose in the end, since all end up losing the tax revenues and regulations needed to manage the economy. The biggest loser ends up being internationally immobile labor, which is likely to face higher taxation to compensate for the loss of taxation on capital.

Post pandemic, maybe that could change for the better for many types of labor including those ones that were once immobile. Telehealth and telemedicine are becoming more mainstream now than ever before. So the immobile labor associated with providing healthcare will perhaps fare better now. But these are not the hardest hit employees to begin with. As Sachs points out:

Among American workers, the biggest losers by far are those with a low level of education. This is because most of the new entrants to the global labor market in China and India also have a high school diploma or less.

Sachs does not get into the fire in the belly factor of these folks with low level of education that work out of India and China. My friend T works with manufacturers in China to produce the parts he needs to run his local small business. The level of attention and engagement he gets from vendors in China is completely different from those in America. The job costs orders of magnitude lower for one thing and arguably not much can be done about that. But the overseas vendors are willing to take a chance on T and his business, deliver the product in small batches because T's business is not big enough. He does not have the cash reserves of a bigger operation. So they give him a break in pricing terms, work holidays and weekends to make his deadlines. Their average response time to anything is under thirty minutes. Even if price were to be equal the choice of business partner for T would be obvious. He gets none of that from suppliers here.

It would be great if the likes of Sachs would point out this rather obvious detail - to compete successfully, you need to be willing to go the distance, above and beyond. The electrical contractor I had to work with recently is the kind of low level education American worker Sachs is describing. He is in mid twenties running a very successful business, employs three other people and they work 24/7 every day of the year. He was deeply apologetic for not being available to help me on New Year's day. That is fire in the belly. People who have that will survive and thrive anywhere.

Sachs speaks of all that ails America from the vantage point of his ivory tower. Lot of blame is doled around - he is fairly equal opportunity that way. But his perspectives are not novel. Could impress a freshman class in college but for older folks there is not that much. Most of us knew such facts as Sachs impresses upon the readers in the context of tax havens for example:

The last step of this wonderful chain is that Google Ireland Holdings, despite its name, is based in Bermuda, where it avoids taxation on the billions of dollars of royalties paid to it.

Then he states the most commonsense, self-evident facts like this one as if he had stumbled upon some miraculous insight. I would assume that the more astute freshmen would not be impressed

..I have created a Commercialization Index (CI) that aims to measure the degree to which each national economy is oriented toward private consumption and impatience rather than collective (public) consumption and regard for the future. My assumption is that the United States and other heavy-TV-watching societies will score high on the CI and that a high CI score will be associated with several of the adverse conditions plaguing American society.


Being Buzzy

Nice analysis of what's next for IoT. The author points out to one of the many flaws in thinking that caused this business to be over-hyped

Many believe that the real value of IoT is in the data, but conveniently ignore the fact over 80% of that data is processed in the devices themselves. The accuracy and duration of hardware such as sensors is a critical factor in IoT applications, and undervaluing it is a key reason for so many IoT projects falling at the first few hurdles.

I’m all the more puzzled by this ignorance of the importance of hardware when looking at IoT projects in air or water quality, the next big verticals in environmental IoT. Where projects are deployed there, IoT devices are closer to expensive meteorology equipment, with the added capability of analysing and integrating data in the cloud.

This brings to mind conversations I used to have with clients 7-10 years ago. Everyone was talking data monetization as if it were magic and pixie dust to sprinkle over that sensor and SCADA stuff that was too complicated and even boring to talk about. The nerds would figure out a way to create an abstraction layer and provide data that was pristine and monetizable. The cringe-worthy phrase "data is the new oil" headlined many a presentation of the day. 

The data players in the mix would run with things from there - they would make the most of the "new oil" and eco-systems would get made and controlled thanks to the power of said data. Very little of that fairytale has materialized from what I saw over the years. The numbers that were tossed around in business cases would be considered supremely ridiculous in just about any other context of the technology business. But in this instance, they were taken seriously and the most specious projects got funded no questions asked. Even today, IoT is buzzy and gets noticed but there are more skeptics in the room than there once used to be.

Tuning Happiness

Interesting concept about psychological inflexibility in this Inc article:

The authors found a strong link between psychological inflexibility and weaker family ties, less satisfying relationships, more shouting and insecurity, and less effective parenting. Being mentally rigid is bad for all kinds of close relationships, it seems. Psychological flexibility helps them all thrive.

Conceptually, this flexibility seems to be derived from a person having a system of values they live by. So no matter what stressors life brings on them, they are able to draw upon them. As a result they deal with the issues at hand in a constructive way instead of spinning out of control. Seems rather self-evident but it is unclear how a framework of values can be superposed upon an adult - this needs to have been done much earlier on. 

While the conclusion is reasonable and logical being able to improve in this dimension for an adult seems rather wishful. Maybe instead of a value system, an adult can learn to operate out of checklist - and learn from practice. When difficult situations arise, the use their checklist to avoid falling into traps they would otherwise - a bit like defensive driving. A bad driver can be taught this skill to make them safer on the roads for themselves and the world.

Used Tea Bags

Creating things of beauty from what would otherwise be thrown in trash is wonderful for many reasons. One of them being that it makes the viewer consider (in this case a used tea bag) in completely different light. See potential manifested where they may have thought none existed. I could not help correlating this to believing in people who look up to us and count on us. 

When an adult in a position of authority or influence in a child's life sees a hidden, buried spark in them and takes the time to kindle it, that act is not so different than creating art on used tea bags. Specially when that child is viewed as a lost cause and a failure by most others. That one person's faith makes all the difference, it creates meaning out of nothingness. 

I had a teacher in eight grade Mrs. G who was that person to a couple of kids I went to school with. They were in the discard pile and no one had much hopes for them including their own parents. But Mrs. G saw something and she told them they were much better than they imagined. Against the tide, she pushed them gently in the direction of dreams they had not yet seen. Today they are both doing very well for themselves. They were like these tea bags brought to life by Mrs. G's imagination of who they might be.

Rinse and Repeat

I learned to make Skyr at home recently. After a few iterations, it has all the qualities of taste and texture of the real thing. The most satisfying part of the process is predictability. If I follow all the steps, the results are the same every time. Last thing before going to bed, I set the bowl inside the oven with the light turned on. The following morning, the Skyr is ready.

 I made yogurt for years much the same way so there is no great novelty here but it was fascinating to see how using a different starter yielded a very different taste. Since the success with Skyr, I have ventured into Kefir and want to try coconut and soy-milk versions next. In a world where so much feels out of control, unpredictable and random there is something deeply comforting about knowing that the Skyr or yogurt in my oven will taste exactly as expected in the morning. 

Overnight, nature does the same magic over and over without failure or surprises. It is one thing that can be counted on. If I ever learn to be a good baker, that could be said of the loaf of bread I make as well. Over the months of surviving the pandemic, I have come to a new appreciation for method, process and predictability in an area where I least enjoyed constraints - my kitchen. I have always thrived on making my recipes on the fly and improvising based on what I have and what I am in the mood to make with it. That desire has greatly waned this past year - I am loving the rinse and repeat process of yogurt making more than anything else these days. 

Quantity over Quality

Great life lesson from the story of a pottery class. Of the group of the group of students who were to be graded by quality not quantity of their work the author says:

".. sat theorizing about perfection, and in the end had little more to show for their efforts than grandiose theories and a pile of dead clay."

Such is the fate of any group of people who are tasked to deliver something exceptional while being observed, scrutinized and critiqued for their efforts. The group gets into stasis mode very quickly, unable to function at their full capacity. Good enough does not satisfy anyone and yet they cannot agree on what best looks like. I have seen this scene replay more times than I can count in the workplace over the years. 

The end product of such a team is uninspiring at best. What is ironic that in real life, these rules of grading are neither published nor public. It is only implied which makes things that much more complicated. It takes a combination of being thick-skinned and audacious to go against the tide of norm and expectation to do what feels right, dust of the defeats that follow and try again - build up quantity so that quality will eventually follow like for those students in the pottery class.

Wasting Time

The story about online proctoring of children made for pretty sad reading. While some kids will suffer from anxiety being constantly watched, others will find ways to hack the system to they proctoring system does not work. Either way students will be wasting time away from education and learning. As the spokesperson for the county says in this story about a hacking operation carried out by a sixteen year old :

“It’s a cat and mouse game. So when you put something in place, they’re just trying to figure out how to get around it.”

The question is why do we need to play such games with our kids. Would it not be more interesting to think about assessments that do not need proctoring because it is open book and allows days instead of a hour to complete. Challenge the student to apply the learning not just regurgitate it. Make it so that they get credit for using as many resources they can find to help them do well - online and offline. Even better provide incentives for collaboration. If you worked with a team, extra credit - a high team score results in a boost in individual scores too. Those are the useful life lessons for young people to learn. 

Being Adult

Any parent who has experienced their child attaining adulthood has wondered at what age that becomes real adulthood and not conceptual.  .....