Author: Stagger Lee

For quite some time, there’s been talk about Google wanting to build high-rise housing for employees on the back side of the Plex near 101 past San Antonio. Or maybe in proximity to Moffett Field. Or something else. And it goes back and forth, because while Google’s commute patterns have disrupted Mountain View’s transit and traffic, the notion of locally housing enough employees to give Google a decisive voting bloc in local elections unnerves people. And now comes word that Facebook is eager to do the same thing in Menlo Park, an even smaller-by-population town than Mountain View. 

This comes to mind for two reasons.  One is that I realized this weekend that I enjoy going to Sunnyvale or San Jose for  my pub nights rather than Mountain View; the one place I really like in MV is a dive that’s very suited for somebody knocking back straight Fernet while it’s still light out. The other is that I saw the new office building at the corner of Castro and Central…and it’s going to be occupied by 23 and Me, a company famously associated with Google. Here’s some of that new construction in town, a 2-story motel replaced with a 4- or 5-story office block…and it’s going to another arm, tenuously, of the Beast of Mountain View.

How do you go about getting development without becoming a company town? Mountain View has had famous tenants before, like Adobe or Silicon Graphics or Netscape, but they never accumulated the kind of scale Google has.  Other companies like IBM or Intel or Sun were strewn all over the Valley – you can’t throw a rock without hitting a former HP building, and Apple’s “Campus 2” is going on top of the former HP Cupertino campus – but none of them became the dominant power in their town. Now, Apple’s got Cupertino, Google has Mountain View, Stanford has basically always had Palo Alto, and Facebook is making their play for Menlo Park. And this article sort of nails it: how is it that tech companies, the ones who brought us telepresence and work from home, all have to have these self-contained hamster runs now?

As a native son of the South, I know plenty about company towns. They tend to be good for the company and less good for the town. Mountain View needs housing, all right, but it doesn’t need a Google dorm and it doesn’t need another stack of luxury condos.  What it needs is a safe replacement for all those pre-1989 apartments that sit over carports and will pancake down in the next big quake. But the only way you get a return on your investment is to posh it up, because there’s another name for large-scale dense affordable housing: the projects.  And it’s something no one is eager to bring to town, no matter how badly people who aren’t getting options and restricted stock units need a roof over their heads.  Mountain View has five dozen firefighters, and two (2) of them live in Mountain View.  You’re not surprised at this for some place like Hillsdale or Atherton, but when it trickles down the Peninsula to Menlo and Paly and Mountain View, it’s worth stopping and thinking about what kind of community we’re creating.

It’s a tough choice, really. You don’t have to put new housing in town when everyone wants to live in San Francisco, but then you’ve got problems associated with Google buses on suburban side streets and a train station overwhelmed by shuttles and the density of what used to be a reverse commute and the fact that instead of paying property taxes and sales taxes in town, Google’s drones are being ferried back up to San Francisco on nights and weekends and eating their free lunch on campus in the meanwhile.  When the choice is between occupation and colonization, it’s time to start thinking about how you diversify your town and make sure you’re not in thrall to that one big company who’s going to leave you sneezing if they get a sniffle.  And when your company has 20,000 people working in a town of 75,000, that’s bad arithmetic. UAB is the largest employer in Birmingham (and in Alabama) and still only represents 1 job in 10.  If even half of Google’s Mountain View employees live there, that’s a nontrivial impact on the town – in terms of voting, in terms of public resources, and in terms of what happens to Mountain View when Google decides to go Galt and move to Birmingham for the tax breaks.

And make no mistake, once that company is big enough and once that town is dependent enough, you’re going to be a wholly operated subsidiary.  Nice little city you got there.  Shame if anything happened to it.

It bears mentioning that the iPad debuted in spring 2010, and that Christmas, I got…a Kindle. It’s not lost on me that the cross-platform-compatible original Pebble watch is two years old and robust/mature in its own right. Or that its e-paper interface is the same as…the Kindle.

That two year old Pebble is still getting functionality upgrades. Makes you wonder how long the slightly newer and slightly colorful model might last.

“As you get wiser you learn to spend less money on materials and more on experiences”

-former Vanderbilt QB/WR Joshua Grady, 6 Mar 2015

 

About the time I turned 40, I was taken with the ephemeral nature of our industry, with the idea that you couldn’t reasonably expect your new iPhone to last much more than three years or your laptop more than five, and marveling that I could splash out the same money on a phone that would barely survive its contract or a mechanical watch that would last me the rest of my life without ever so much as looking at a battery.

This is particularly appropriate today.

First things first: the differentiation in Apple Watch lines is all about materials. Functionality is identical across all models.  So set aside the $10,000 model completely; this is about the baseline $349 watch. And nothing’s changed since last night: I still need to see this thing make contact with the real world for a year or two before I’m persuaded of the utility.  For instance: I know someone with an iPhone 6+ and an atrial fibrillation issue; the combination of real-time heart monitoring and not having to take that slab out of the jacket/cargo shorts/backpack is a very real and viable use case. They can actually use the thing in a way I don’t need. But for me, right now, it’s a gimmick…and a short-lived one.

See, the original iPhone was missing some crucial bits. Like video capture or MMS or GPS, stuff that couldn’t be replaced in software.  And the original iPad was missing some crucial bits – like a retina display. And the original Apple Watch is apparently missing some of the sensors they wanted to get into the first generation but couldn’t make practically functional.  And while there’s an expectation that you’d replace your phone every couple of years, that isn’t quite the case yet with the iPad, and nobody anticipates needing a new watch every two years. So if $400 means a watch and a pair of Ray-Bans that will each last me until I’m dead and buried in them, what’s the percentage in a watch that might not make it to the end of Sonny Gray’s rookie contract?

Until I know that the smart watch is a viable proposition for at least – four years? five? ten? – it hardly seems worth getting stuck into it, especially when the things I’d use it for exist on the phone.  That’s money better spent on something like going down the pub every Sunday night to hear live Irish music for two straight months and change. Or on a train ticket to Los Angeles. Or…

Here we stumble across something I think the millenials and their sympathizers have gotten right. So much of the nonsense I see on things like Texts From Last Night and Twitter seems to be checking a series of notional boxes where going for anything, no matter how crazy or absurd or stupid, is justifiable for the sake of being able to say you did it. Or tried it. Or just having the story. And that’s where spending the money on the experience is worthwhile: because while it may seem absurd to pay money to become a Baron of Sealand, you’ve got that story for the rest of your days.  Which makes it an even greater value than if you’d put the same money on a couple bottles of wine…unless those bottles of wine led to a House Hunters International viewing-and-drinking party that led to unbridled shtick you’ll be doing for ages.  Or…you get the idea.

I got a little money for my birthday.  Enough that it would make a sizable dent in acquiring a first-generation Apple Watch.  And yet…there’s much better things I could do with that money that would almost certainly last longer than two years, or three, or five.  I have stuff a-plenty, I have a watch and a phone (or two!) and a peacoat and a trucker jacket and a pair of resoleable boots and things that will last for ages.  What I need to spend money on now is in the service of making memories.  They’ll last as long as my watch or my peacoat…and if done right, they’ll be just as warm and timely for just as long.

So it begins. Tomorrow, we find out the stuff we don’t yet know about the Apple Watch. Mainly the actual price points and the battery life, which are the two things we don’t know about in any meaningful way aside from $349 to start and possibly “every day”.  The great mentioner’s consensus is that the “Watch Edition” (i.e. the gold stuff) will easily be in the thousands, going against serious watches along the lines of Hublot or Patek Phillips or Rolex, and the $349 will be the base level sport watch with “ion-X glass” instead of sapphire crystal and elastomeric (read: rubber) bands instead of leather or metal.

To me, though. the first obvious question is “how much battery is this going to save me?” My expectation being that not pulling out the phone and illuminating the screen – the biggest battery eater – will make the phone hold out longer throughout the day. But my biggest battery eaters are Tweetbot, Reeder, Mail and Instagram. That represents half my battery use over the last week, and I only have notifications turned on for Instagram. I have my doubts whether I can read my RSS on my wrist without destroying that battery. 

But honestly, what is it I need from a smart watch? I’d be willing to use it for Apple Pay, I wouldn’t mind caller ID when the phone is in my pocket, I’d love to know I got a text when the phone isn’t audible or can’t be felt in a jacket pocket, I guess the pedometer and heart monitor would be cool… honestly, though, it still feels like a solution in search of a problem. The iPad was like that, until it became the home laptop replacement and thus eminently practical. If there’s a must-have use case for a smart watch for me, it hasn’t manifested itself yet, and I’m honestly not sure what it would be. Good money thrown after bad, for something whose lifespan is still up in the air at best as a usable device. Of which, as I say, more later. 

This is the second post of the year.  The entire month of February: nothing.  I don’t know what that says about the current state of my life, because February had some activities.  A reunion in Vegas with friends I’ve never met in person, a chance to throw live dice with a purpose for the first time in over four years, a long weekend in Tahoe to read books and sip cocktails, a birthday trip to see the Santa Cruz Warriors and enjoy live basketball…there were things happening.

I don’t know.  This year feels like the phase-5 version of last year; despondency and despair giving way to “whatever, long as I can have a drink and see friends and/or stretch out by the fire and don’t have to set an alarm.” We’ve been to places this year and have more on the way (not least the long-awaited Japan excursion).  I look at the stuff on my “frivolous things to purchase” list and don’t really want any of them badly enough to spend the money. I haven’t been down the pub on a Sunday night yet this year, I don’t believe, and I am seriously considering making a Tuesday night thing happen with the local dive and the most local Irish place with live music.

I mean, look at the categories…politics is too depressing to think about. Sports – well, Vandy basketball is surprisingly not bad despite the sluggish SEC start and Vandy baseball is defending the title well, the Warriors are still killing it and spring training has started and that’s nice. Not much to sing out about yet.  Technology? Well, the Apple Watch event is on Monday morning and we’ll find out whether it’s worth throwing cash (right now, I suspect probably not) and I still feel drawn to the Moto X even though carrying two phones is no more practical than it ever was.

Honestly? I just need something to happen.  I need my job to change somehow – new job, new workplace, or just a big enough win at the current one that I am propelled into a better spot.  Sort that out, reduce that as a stress factor, and maybe I can get on with improving my life in other areas.  More working out, better eating. That sort of thing.  Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. 

It feels like I’m waiting for the curtain to go up.  On what…I don’t know.

This post comes to you from the Moto X, which I still keep trying to find a reason to need. Jony Ive can take his shots in the New Yorker, but it doesn’t change the fact that the original X is the most innovative device since the iPhone 4 – it may not have given Motorola the boost it was hoping for but the following among its fans is unmistakeable. And I’d still rather have it in my pocket than my 6, just from a tactile standpoint.

Android 5 had better hurry, though. Battery is still the curse of Android. And I still haven’t found a satisfactory mail client, which is less of an issue than it used to be (iMessage is another story, but if I’m on the Moto X it’s usually to get away from it all). I do seriously love it for Kindle purposes, though. I think there’s a world where I could have the Moto X and the iPad mini and be satisfied with my computing situation. Assuming I could pop in the Bluetooth headphones and leave the iPad in my jacket pocket…but there’s that other world again.

Speaking of, I’m on my way there again: the third straight Tahoe trip. I went in 2013 to get away from a truly miserable month of work, and was left to sip coffee by the fire (with perhaps a little Gentleman Jack in it) and just read with my feet up and my thick socks on. It was bliss, and I can’t wait to be back there. Maybe this is the year I break down and go to one of the casinos to see what’s doing with that craps table.

I don’t think I realized I hadn’t blogged in almost a month. Then again, it doesn’t seem like there’s that much to say.  Am I sticking to my resolutions? Sure. Are the things of the wider world getting better? Not really. Am I still struggling with where I’ve landed in life and how to make the stones worth counting? Absolutely. 

In keeping with the goals for 2015, though, I’m going to try pushing through and see what comes of it.  Sometimes that works better than others, but anyway, here is a post just for the sake of trying not to let it lie fallow for a month. So what to talk about?

Japan.  Japan is coming in April, and I’ve been researching options for internet access while there.  Turns out that Japan is so much the opposite of the US for mobility that Wi-Fi is hard to come by, since your cell service is pervasive and reliable and strong.  So while my original thought was to get a SIM in the Moto X, it’s looking more and more like the preferred option will be to rent one of those mobile internet widgets (the kind that acts as a wi-fi hotspot and gets its connectivity from the 4G network – basically like the internet service on a VTA light rail) and take the iPhone 6 in airplane mode with wi-fi turned on.  Which would actually probably be just fine, in light of the fact that we’re unlikely to ever be further than wi-fi range apart on this trip (an actual guided tour, which is the way to go when you don’t speak or read the language and can’t sound it out).

Nevertheless – and despite the fact that Android 5 Lollipop STILL hasn’t made its way over yet – I still find myself drawn to the Moto X. Sure, it doesn’t have the email or media or messaging I want (SIMSme notwithstanding). But it’s mine.  It doesn’t belong to work, and I only have to pay for service when I need it, and it’s not tied to anything contractually, and it’s unlocked, and it was actually slapped together in America (okay, in Texas, but that’s practically America), and they nailed the handfeel and micro-USB is an industry standard everywhere, and this phone feels…

It feels like something else.  It feels like it fell out of a different path, one where I not only don’t have the Apple ties but don’t even necessarily live in the tech sector. A different world where politics is center-seeking and things are made in this country and the American Dream isn’t a luxury good and people who are different are approached in goodwill rather than fear.  A world that doesn’t suck the way 2014 did.

Something was different last year, and if I had to put a finger on it, I’d say it’s when we all collectively realized that there may not be a happy ending.  Stupid keeps winning, ignorance keeps winning, racism and bigotry keep bubbling up even as we get traction on gay marriage, the climate keeps changing, the drought goes on, Congress gets more worthless and the media that covers it gets even more so, sports becomes ever more rigged and gimmicked and sports media gets ever more shrill and predictable, and the tech boom shoots money out of a firehose at complete assholes while everyone else tries to scrape by in a world where a suburban 3-bedroom townhouse can cost a million dollars.

I’ve said it before, but as bad as the old days were, at least you knew who the enemy was.  Look, the Nazis are exterminating people and the Japanese Empire is bombing us. Either we fight or things will be worse. Look, Jim Crow is backed by law and by terrorists who will bomb churches to make it stand up. Either we fight or we let the rednecks write off a third of the South to sub-American status.  When the enemy is Hitler or Bull Connor, it’s a lot easier to rally and fight and know you’re doing the right thing.

Now? Now it’s becoming apparent that small-town America (and not-so-small-town-America in some places) has a police force that’s armed itself to the teeth and thinks it’s patrolling Fallujah and they’re going to shoot and what are you going to do about it, call the cops? And half the country is willing to let them, because they’re only shooting colored people so what do they care?  People think that climate change is a fraud because all they think of is “global warming” and every time it snows in New York in January that’s proof that Al Gore is fat, and meanwhile Northern California goes the entire month of January without a drop of rain and the drought extends into its – third? Fourth year? And in the meantime people don’t seem to remember where their fruits and vegetables come from and wonder why produce is going up.  And Saudi Arabia ramps up oil production and because gas goes back to $2.30 a gallon, people are happy to go back to driving and filling up the SUV and don’t think about the fact that the country that produced most of the September 11 hijackers is suddenly in a state of political flux that could leave it highly unstable.

So I guess that’s why I haven’t been blogging. I don’t particularly want to engage with the world right now.  I want to punch out, take refuge in a fireplace on TV with the Christmas tree still up and my sweetie snuggled up nearby. Or in a quiet dark dive bar where I’m the youngest person around by at least ten years. Or in a dell near Weathertop a few days out of Bree with Black Riders no more than a day behind. Or in Las Vegas, or Tahoe, or Japan.

Sometimes, you just need an escape.

2014 started as a great year. Flew to Birmingham, saw the bowl game, partied hard with the Vanderbilt faithful, saw a bowl win, flew home in triumph with Aloe Blacc echoing from my headphones as I swaggered down the concourse. That was January 5 and everything looks like it was coming up perfect.

The next day, it all went to hell.

On a personal scale, it was plenty bad. Terrible health for loved ones. Jobs applied for and not gotten. My own health issues. Vanderbilt loses a coach and staff so Penn State can get right, and his replacement is godawful and returns Commodore football to its usual place in the world. And then the wider world: Russia getting horrible again, Ebola breaking out, an American public and politics that gets ever more stupid by the year…there seems to be a consensus that across the board, 2014 was a dismal and disastrous year that we’ll all be better off to see the back of.

I had hopes that 2014 would be a comeback from the awfulness of 2013. Instead, in so many ways, it just got worse. It’s not a sustainable trend. This year, the good things I wrote down to remember were pretty much the only good things to remember.

There are signs that next year could get better. There are finally changes coming at work. My distant relations (well, the most trying one) are improving their behavior. We did get a national championship in baseball for Vandy and another world championship for the Giants locally. The Warriors are good, the Dores are better than expected, my new iPhone is working well, I’m on a train to Los Angeles for the Rose Parade and Disneyland…

So resolutions: same as ever. Hard shutdown on Tuesday nights. Not so much with the soda, or the snack machines, or the fast food. Exercise more. Ride my new bike for recreation. Try to see the good. Worry less about existential things and the wider world. Make an effort to do more with friends and socialize with other people. And since giving up on the NFL worked so well, take a long look at whether college football needs the same treatment. The things you love don’t every time love you back, and when they don’t, you have to consider how healthy that relationship is.

And if possible, make this the year I actually play the piano and follow soccer. Because those could be fun.

Tonight I caved and bought a six-pack of Coca-Cola Life. What is Coca-Cola Life, you ask? As far as I can tell, it’s a transparent attempt to get Coke product into Whole Foods. Do the checklist: HFCS replaced with cane sugar? Check. Aspartame and ace-K and sucralose replaced with stevia extract? Check. Glass bottles instead of PET plastic or aluminum? Check. 8 ounce containers with green labels? Check. There’s nothing in here that couldn’t go on the shelf at Whole Paycheck, and that is as significant a development as the revelation that Diet Coke with Splenda only existed because Wal-Mart wanted a Splenda-based diet soda to market.

So…the great shift to organic purity has finally hit the biggest soft drink in the world. How does it TASTE though?

To be honest? It’s a little strange. The mouthfeel is almost hollowed-out, sort of: this is a blend of sugar and stevia and the actual sugar content is reduced by more than a third from standard Coke (and slightly more relative to the glass-bottle Mexican Coke that is indispensable to life in California). In a way, it’s a recreation of C2, the abortive reduced-calorie offering from a decade ago, which used HFCS and various diet blends to halve the caloric contents while still maintaining more or less the classic Coke taste.

I took the liberty of testing it out on the wife, who is genetically sensitive to bitter flavors and as a result eschews all artificial sweeteners. She could still taste the stevia bitterness, but much diminished, and allowed that given the option she would take this over Diet Coke or Coke Zero. So that’s a step in the right direction. I’d be happy to keep it around myself, just because an 8 ounce shot is a lot closer to the classic 6.5 ounce “nickel Coke” of the 20th century. Even if this one costs closer to a dollar than a nickel. Portion control is easy when they do it for you for a fee.

It’s going to be an interesting experiment. Can the Coca-Cola corporation move their flagship beverage in a healthier direction? Will the market force them to? Will anyone but annoying affluent white people glom onto this? Is there an audience beyond people like myself who are just a bitch for any form of soda marketing? Ask me later, I’m finishing this six-pack.

Tennessee gets sent to the Gator Bowl. With a record of 3-5 in conference and 6-6 overall, they are at best the 10th of 12 bowl-eligible teams. And yet, they’re off to the same bowl that snubbed Vanderbilt last year when they went 4-4 in conference and 8-4 overall. We sank to the bowl in Birmingham, which now winds up with a 6-5 Florida team that didn’t even reschedule a non-conference game washed out by weather.

Nothing in the SEC – not your performance on the field, not your performance in the classroom, not your ability to stay out of legal trouble, not the quality of your performance in any other sport – matters as much as how good you were at football in the 1970s. That’s how we can go 8-4 in back to back years and play one bowl four miles from home and another in Birmingham while that school to the East can go 6-6, get bowl eligible for the first time in four seasons, and vault to a bowl four spots above where its standings would suggest.

I don’t know where else we could go. I think the inherent nature of the playoff system and the burgeoning of 12 and 14-team conferences means that nowhere else can be that much better. I certainly don’t much care for the prospect of being the 14th team in the ACC or the B1G. Ideally, I’d love to see the world set back as it was in 1990 for college football purposes – no bullshit about conference title games (we’ve had a playoff since 1992, if we’re honest about it), no automatic tie-ins below conference winners, and nothing but a mythical national title at the end, rather than some half-assed combination of polls and computers and committees to do the same thing with a veneer of scientific respectability around it.

Fuck it. More than ever I’m thinking the Ivy League might have been the place for me: no postseason at all, no football scholarships, just ten games to line up and sic ’em and to hell with what anyone else wants to do. There’s the dream, and if it means an end to the SEC run for Vanderbilt, so be it. Georgia Tech certainly hasn’t suffered by departing.