Dana Blankenhorn

Productivity Explosion

Soon after being given a high tech beat at the Atlanta Business Chronicle, in 1982, I bought my first computer. (The picture was taken in 1981.)

I could suddenly write up an interview or press event in an hour. I would read it out loud and make corrections. Then my super-loud C. Itoh dot-matrix printer would buzz it up onto fanfold paper.

The fanfold would go to typesetters, who created long sheets they would paste onto boards, which became the paper. Plastic squares would be turned into pictures at the printer. The pictures would be clipped to each board and the whole collection driven 50 miles. Most papers were then mailed to subscribers, but some were bound for retail sale.

Back at the front end of this process I bragged I could do the work of three men. The noise, and my attitude, caused the paper to fire me the next year and hire the three men.

A few years later I visited my former boss in Houston and found everyone was working at terminals.

Could Xi Fall?

It’s a question no one is even asking.

Could Xi Jinping fall from power?

There is no evidence for this. He is in his third term as China’s President, and increasingly acts like Vladimir Putin. He’s committing genocide in Xinjiang, he has destroyed Hong Kong’s economy, and he is threatening to invade Taiwan. He has absolute impunity. He is the world’s strongest dictator.

But how secure is he?

Unlike every other dictator on this planet, Xi Jinping presides over a complex, post-industrial economy. As I’ve been writing for decades, such an economy relies on highly trained, educated, and motivated people. The secret to America’s success lies in our ability to create, encourage, and (when necessary) import such people. (I know Trumpism threatens all this, but that’s another story for another time.)

Phone Dependence

Nothing has changed our daily lives, in all my 68 years on this planet, so much as the smartphone.

I learned that the hard way when I lost my phone last weekend.

First came the fear. All my passwords are there. My money is accessible there. I must cancel the service, but I don’t have a phone to do it with.

My wife and I drove home in a panic. She tried calling my carrier as we drove, but the proof of identity I needed to start the process was on my desktop. (Imagine if I didn’t have a desktop.)

Fortunately, we weren’t far from home. (What if we were?) On arrival I closed out the phone service quickly. I even ordered a new phone, coming in 5 days, at nominal cost. That phone will have a SIM card to get me most of my apps, thanks to the cloud.

The AI Silly Season

We’re currently in the “silly season” of hype over “Generative AI,” machine learning programs whose output can be text, code, pictures, audio, or video.

There’s a lot of experimentation and there are a ton of bad takes.

Here’s how it’s going to go.

There are two things to know.

First, any software requires training before it becomes useful. Right now programs like ChatGPT are creating garbage. Interesting garbage, but garbage. As people learn how to get value from these tools, however, there will be huge jumps in productivity. The timing and size will differ from industry to industry, and from organization to organization. But it will happen. People will be able to do more, high-quality work in less time. This won’t reduce the need for people. It will give people more things to do.

Democracy is Hard

Here’s a truth no one likes to admit.

Being a citizen in a democratic state is much harder, and takes much more work, than being a citizen in an autocratic state.

You need to think about things that may not matter to you. You should vote. If called upon, you have to drop what you’re doing and be a juror. Even if it takes weeks.

It’s a lot easier to just complain about government and keep your head down than take public affairs seriously. You have a life. You’re just trying to get by. Democracy, if you’re poor, comes off as a middle class affectation. Most people in this world are poor. Very poor. Even wretchedly poor.

20th Century Blues

The 20^th Century was the bloodiest in history.

World War I. World War II. Vietnam. Afghanistan. The Gulf War.

And those are just the wars the U.S. was a direct party to.

There were lots of others. In all cases they were caused by fear. Fear of the other, or the other side. Nations battling nations for dominance like rutting goats.

There was some hope, after the Cold War, that those days were ending.

They didn’t. Russia just regrouped, and China decided they wanted to play, too.

Humanity can’t afford this. Never mind who’s right and who’s wrong. (We’re right. They’re wrong.) The waste of natural wealth, the continued abuse of fossil fuels, the climate can’t handle it.

Unless we can find a way out of the current conflict with China, our grandchildren won’t have a livable planet. There’s no Planet B.

That 2002 Feeling

The last tech crash began in 2000 and I was in the center of it, a mid-career writer with a specialty called Internet Commerce.

That year saw denial and bargaining.

The next year saw anger and depression.

It was only in 2002 that acceptance came.

We know what followed. Talented programmers worked on open source projects and standards bodies created what became the Cloud. When proprietary advantage became worthless, and there seemed there was nothing to do, people worked together with technical goals in mind rather than just financial ones.

It was a slow build. In 2002 my gross income was zero dollars. In 2003 it was zero dollars. I got interested in what’s now the Machine Internet, which I christened the World of Always On, and in 2004 I finally made a few dollars. The next year I was asked to cover Open Source, and my career took off. For a time.

I’ve mentioned before how, in every photo of a stock market crash the people in it look similar. Similar age, similar backgrounds. They’re different people. Those who watched the 1987 crash were different from those who saw the 2000 crash, different from those who saw 2008, different from those who saw 2022.

Where Computing Happens

I met my first computer in 1976, in the basement of Herman Brown Hall, on the campus of Rice University in Houston.

The computing happened in a big room, separated from me by a window. I passed a stack of punch cards, tied with a rubber band, through the window. They came back along with my output. Which usually said the program had died on Line 3.

By the time I got out of journalism school, two years later, computing was moving to desktops. A neighbor bought a $20,000 Cromemco machine that could run 3 terminals. She hired friends to work at the terminals, transcribing court records. I think they got 50 cents a page. Computing had come home.

Righteous War

America hasn’t fought many righteous wars.

In the 19^th century the Civil War was righteous. Everything else was conquest. The “winning of the west” was a slow motion genocide. We took the Southwest from Mexico. We took the Philippines and Puerto Rico from Spain. We teach it as democracy, as freedom. It was empire.

World War II was righteous. In retrospect, I’m glad we fought in Korea.

Other than that? We have been involved in more coups, in more places, for worse reasons, than the British Empire ever thought of. Vietnam was not a righteous war. The Gulf War was not a righteous war. Neither was the Iraq War. Afghanistan began as a righteous mission then turned into a distinctly unrighteous war.

Americans have the blood of the world on our hands, and we deny that every day. The difference between the parties is that Republicans do it more systematically.

The Other Arms Race

We talk a lot about guns in the US, without doing anything about them.

But there’s another, even more dangerous arms race, going on.

It involves cars.

It’s not just that there are too many of them. They’re too damned big. Spending $60,000 for a pick-up that will never see a trailer hitch, or an SUV higher than an elephant’s eye, is stupid. Especially since these cars are sitting, unused, 90% of the time.

People buy giant cars for the same reason they buy guns. They make you feel safe. They buy as much car as they can afford, like these things are houses.