Perspective

As I was growing up, even as a child, I was aware that the rapid advance of technology had begun within sight of my birth year, in relative terms.

I knew, for example, that my mom’s parents were married in 1912, the year of the Titanic disaster.

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Electricity was still a novelty in many places. Automobiles were still replacing horses.

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1912 White Motors vehicle

Telephones were still basic in many areas, although dial phones were becoming popular.

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1912 – Connecticut Telephone and Electric Company

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The dial telephone was touted for it’s “secret service” convenience, meaning no operator was required to connect the call. This advertisement targeted delegates to the 1912 Republican National Convention.

Radio had yet to become popular, and was still being used in things like ship-to-shore communications.

Television was not even a glint in Philo T. Farnsworth’s eye, and was strictly the stuff of laboratory experimentation.

The first commerical flight, with one passenger, happened two years later.

Fast-forward to the 1950’s.

Telephones looked like this:

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Our television was the “Cadillac” of TV’s at the time – a hand-made Andrea. Mom always had good taste.

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For some history about the Andrea enterprise, see the article from Radio & Television News from May of 1950.

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TV’s had a 13-channel dial. UHF was provided for, but no one was broadcasting on those channels yet. Remotes were unheard of – you actually had to haul your ass off the couch and change the channel or adjust the volume by hand. This made channel surfing difficult – unless, like me, you sat 5 inches away from the screen and spun the dial like crazy. My mother always told me I’d hurt my eyes by sitting so close…

Vintage Television

New York City had 7 channels – 2, 4, 5, 7, 9, 11, and 13. Everything was black and white – it wasn’t until the 60’s that we began seeing this:

Channels were pretty much off the air during the night time. Broadcasting would begin at around 5:30 AM. One of the first things to come on (even before the cartoons) was The Modern Farmer. I learned a lot watching that show, waiting for the cartoons to come on. If I was up earlier, all I’d see was something like this:

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My mother married for the second time in 1959, and she and her new hubby (that relationship lasted about a year) flew on one of the first commercial jets, to Puerto Rico.

Flying, which I did often during the 50’s and 60’s to visit my mom’s family in Utah or my father in Los Angeles, really did look a lot like this:

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They took good care of you back then. Those meal trays would come with little promotional packs of cigarettes, too – usually Marlboro, with four cigarettes in a tiny flip-top box. Kids would get games, or playing cards, and always a set of wings:

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Don’t know what happened to my wings from United, but I still have a set from American kicking around somewhere.

One of my favorite books in 1959 was You Will Go To The Moon, by Mae and Ira Freeman.

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The Univac 1 was delivered in 1951, its successor, the Univac II, was delivered in 1958.

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Univac II. My smartphone has more power than this did.

So today, in 2013, technology is advancing at a pace so rapid as to be breathtaking. I write this post on a core i7 machine, still relatively new – and already surpassed by new models. There are kids alive today who have never known what a world without the Internet is like (although they don’t remember NCSA Mosaic, or trying to surf the web over a 300-baud modem.)

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Original cartoon courtesy of somethingofthatilk.com. I added this last panel.

In 1959, I could not have possibly imagined what I am seeing today (although I’m still ripped off about my flying car and that trip to the moon). Even with today’s technological and scientific miracles, I cannot imagine what kind of world my grandchildren will see. I can only hope that the world they grow up to see will have advanced in terms of humanity as well as technology.

The Old Wolf has spoken.

 

DaVinci Sugery Robot gets Heightened Scrutiny

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This thing looks like a cross between “2001” and “The Pit and the Pendulum.” I’m not sure I’d let it anywhere near me.

According to today’s news:

“(NEWSER) – You may not have heard of the da Vinci surgical robot, but your local hospital surely has. The $1.5 million robot is a hot item in the medical world, having been used in 367,000 US surgeries last year. Now, however, the FDA is talking a closer look after an increase in reported problems linked to the device, including five deaths, reports AP. In one case, a woman died after the robot nicked a blood vessel. The device is operated by surgeons, and the story takes pains to note that the robot itself may not be at fault.

The multi-armed robot has also made some bizarre moves during surgeries, including refusing to release tissue it was holding and hitting a patient on the face. These days, da Vinci is being used three times as often as it was four years ago; it’s in one of four US hospitals. Some experts say that’s partially thanks to extensive marketing. “The rapid adoption of robotic surgery … has been done by and large without the proper evaluation,” says one. But the robot’s maker, Intuitive Surgical, says “adverse event rates” are “in line with historical trends” after 1.5 million surgeries.”

You can read the AP release here.

Of course, the only thing that ran through my deranged mind was this:

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One has to admit the drawing was unsettlingly prescient in terms of what the modern DaVinci looks like.

Let’s just hope it’s not powered by Windows/Intel, but rather something more reliable.

The Old Wolf has spoken.

GPS Voices I Wish I Had

I love my Prius, but the GPS voice is pretty mechanical. Better than your average female generated voice, but still pretty sterile. My Droid is even worse.

If I could wave my magic wand, I’d have the following voices on my GPS to choose from (with appropriate personality, as well, if applicable)

1. James Earl Jones

“Alert all commands. Calculate every possible destination along the last known trajectory.”

2. Alan Rickman

“So like your father. Go back to Exit 29 and try it again, you pathetic fool.”

3. Leonard Nimoy

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“Fascinating choice, but illogical for the destination you have selected.”

4. Katherine Hepburn

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“Damn it, you’re not listening to me.”

5. Frank Oz

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“Pig-headed, this one is.”

6. Cary Grant

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“Maybe if you lightened up you could find the right exit without asking ‘permesso’. ”

7. Patrick Stewart

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“Set course for I-15 South. Engage.”

8. Peter Lorre

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“If you make another wrong turn, you shall make me very angry.

9. Clint Eastwood

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“Just try turning there. Go ahead, make my day.”

10. Robert Eddison

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“You chose… poorly.”

Of course, there are so many others. I realize the ladies are woefully under-represented in the list above, but I just had to choose from the ones I thought would be the funniest. Some voices have no particular characterization, but would be just plain awesome to listen to, such as Daniel Schorr, go ndéanai Día trocaire air, or the archetypical yiddische mama (“I told you to turn on 49th street, but did you listen to me? No, that’s fine, just go on about your merry way, I’ll be all right…”)

Whatever the case, GPS voices could be a lot more entertaining than they are today.

Spoken, the Old Wolf has.

Warning: Facebook’s Mobile Photo Sharing

With little or no fanfare (as usual), a recent change to Facebook’s iPhone and Android mobile apps will forever change the way people share photos and the way Facebook finds out where you are and what you are doing.

Here’s a screen grab from my Android phone, just a few minutes ago.

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With an innocent-looking “Start Now” button and the very misleading[1] insinuation that your friends are doing this, Facebook is trying to corral you into sharing every photo you take with your mobile device onto its cloud-based, minable storage. Just two taps, and the last 20 photos you have taken with your phone or tablet, and every image thereafter, will be automatically uploaded to Facebook’s cloud storage. Including photos that you never, ever ever ever ever ever want anyone to see. What kinds of photos those might be I will leave up to your individual imaginations.

Be aware of these things:

  1. Your photos will only be visible to others if you explicitly share them
  2. Whether shared or not, Facebook will be able to mine your geolocation data (if you have not purposely disabled that feature), meaning they will have a good idea of where you are at any given time, what stores you are close to, and what ads they wish you to see.
  3. Given the ability of Google to identify photos (think of Google’s image search or Google Goggles), along with facial-recognition software, Facebook would very feasibly have the ability to automatically identify and tag your friends in photos that get sent to its database. You may have to authorize those tags to be visible, but doing that for you without your permission seems to me a gross violation of privacy.

You can read more about this over at TechCrunch. I’m not going to insist you “like and share” this, because I think that’s obnoxious – but I felt that folks should know about this new “feature.”

The Old Wolf has spoken.


[1] Yes, these three friends do share photos on Facebook. They are probably not, however, using this “insta-share” feature.

1956: The Oldsmobile Golden Rocket

 

I love concept cars. I don’t care how impractical they are, they fire the imagination. I remember going to a car show at the New York coliseum in 1962 or thereabouts and seeing one of these:

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It’s a crime that experimental runs of cars like this and the EV1 have been recalled and scrapped. I think it’s a gross disservice to the industry and the public. For an informative experience, watch “Who Killed the Electric Car.”

The Old Wolf has spoken.

 

The Hymnotron

Found at Techno Geek Toys, the Hymnotron: a device that looks like it could have been invented by George Ives (father of composer Charles), or Satan after a night of drinking Absinthe, whichever seems better to you.

“This instrument is designed to appeal to the devotée of spiritual music who is also familiar with binary math. In other words, it’s a niche product. The chords and inversions are selected by using combinations of the eight keys. When you select a chord the Hymnotron changes each note in the chord into just temperament to create intervals that are always perfectly in tune.”

A video demonstration found below. Contains some language, so be careful if you’re watching this in the parish office.

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The Old Wolf has spoken.

If it ain’t broke, it must need improving

A Facebook acquaintance of mine posted a link to this article over at Software Engineering Tips – “Signs That You’re a Good Programmer.” Two of my favorite qualities were:

  • Eager to fix what isn’t broken
  • A destructive pursuit of perfection

The others are really good, too – as a former programmer now forever behind the technology curve, I can bear glowing witness that when you’re in the groove, this article describes to a “T” what it’s like to be a programmer. And it has ever been so. I first discovered this little gem back in 1980 while working at the State of Washington’s OFM, but it’s still every bit as valid today (except, perhaps, the part about the 80-column cards!)

Ode to a Programmer

“No program is perfect,”
they said with a shrug.
“The client is happy –
what’s one little bug?”

But he was determined;
The others went home.
He dug out the flowcharts,
Deserted, alone.

Night passed into morning,
The room became cluttered
With core-dumps and punch-cards.
“I’m close,” he muttered.

Chain-smoking, cold coffee,
Logic, deduction,
“I’ve got it!” her cried,
“Just change one instruction!”

Then change two, then three more,
As year followed year,
And strangers would comment,
“Is that guy still here?”

He died at the console
Of hunger and thirst.
Next day he was buried
Face down, 9-edge first.

And his wife, through her tears,
Accepting his fate,
Said, “He’s not really gone,
He’s
Just
Working
Late!

Programmers are engineers – they work with code and numbers and concepts instead of wrenches and solder and lathes, but they belong to the same breed. Suggest to an engineer that something needs to be repaired, and they won’t rest until it’s done. Dare to suggest that it might be improved, and you have won their heart forever:

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And many of these people are sheer geniuses. I know a guy down in Australia who can take a paper clip, six gum wrappers and a hank of jute and create a street racer or an oil-cooled computer (yes, I’m looking at you, Steam Wolf). MacGyver was an engineer.

To all the programming widows and widowers languishing at home, you have my sympathies – but that’s just who these people are.

The Old Wolf has spoken.