Tuesday, December 21, 2021

Welcome to the Metaverse

It’s poised to be the next stop on your online migration, more immersive and multi-dimensional than the linear experiences you’ve had to date.

Your identity is your avatar. Virtual reality tools like glasses and gloves are under development to provide a richer, deeper digital life. 

What the metaverse represents is everyman’s version of the space travel favored by today’s billionaires. The first Japanese billionaire has just returned from his space voyage, having followed Musk and Bezos on their test runs to escape Earth in the age of catastrophic climate change.

Most of us are not and will never be billionaires, nor will we visit outer space, but all of can go to the metaverse. Think of it as a sort of Wally’s World from “National Lampoon Vacation” right at your fingertips. 

Facebook is counting on you doing just that, as it transforms itself into “Meta.” The giant social network is buying up companies that can aid this transition, and also shutting down pages like that of an artist who had been using the term “metaverse” for a decade. (Zuckerberg’s spaceship later apologized and reinstated her page.)

Virtual living has received a huge boost during the pandemic, of course, as we’ve all been more or less locked down and isolated from each other in real life. I couldn’t do what I do, for example — publish daily essays and collated headlines to an audience without the existing web, including good old Facebook, and I’m grateful for that access. 

But soon I’ll apparently be coming to you via my avatar, which I assure you will be younger and handsomer than its namesake.

And it won’t have wispy white hair either.

Then again, each new step as we edge ourselves further into simulated reality and away from the physical world gives me pause. There is still — and always will be — advantages to the actual sights, sounds, smells, tastes and touch of the real world that technology, no matter how advanced, cannot replicate.

At least not for me.

Then again, the metaverse could be the thing that changes my mind, so bring it on!

TODAY’s NEWS:

TODAY’S LYRICS

“Pick Me Up on Your Way Down”

Willie Nelson, Merle Haggard

Songwriter: Harlan Howard

You were mine for just a while

Now your putting on the style

And you never once looked back

To your home across the track

You're the gossip of the town

But my heart can still be found

Where you tossed it on the ground

Pick me up on your way down

Pick me up on your way down

When your blue and all alone

When their glamor starts to bore you

Come back where you belong

When you learn these things are true

I'll be waiting here for you

When you tumble to the ground

Pick me up on your way down

They have changed your attitude

Made you haughty and so rude

Your new friends can take the blame

Underneath you're still the same

You may be their pride and joy

But they'll find another toy

When your new love can't be found

Pick me up on your way down

Pick me up on your way down

When your blue and all alone

When their glamor starts to bore you

Come back where you belong

When you learn these things are true

I'll be waiting here for you

When you tumble to the ground

Pick me up on your way down 

Monday, December 20, 2021

Did You Notice?

 Today’s top analytical story comes, fittingly, from The Onion: “Everything Slightly Worse Than Yesterday.” 

As for the particulars, over the past few days it’s become clear that Omicron is going to mess with the hoped-for scenario of putting Covid behind us this winter. It’s just too contagious and too many people remain unvaccinated for any hope of that.

So far, Omicron is exploding mainly in Europe, although New York City appears to be the main entry point in the U.S., even though the first recorded case was in San Francisco.

And if we’ve learned anything during the pandemic, it’s that local and regional surges will soon easily overwhelm our hospital system, overworking doctors and nurses in the process.

As a result, many front-line healthcare workers have been quitting, burned-out and very much casualties of Covid-19, along with the hundreds of millions who have been sickened and millions who have died.

Before it is “over,” i.e., consigned to a seasonal status much like the flu, Covid-19 will probably rank as the most consequential pandemic in history. Historians will argue that point, but we now have more people than ever before on the planet and they are inter-connected in ways previously unimaginable through trade, travel and other results of globalization.

Therefore the level of disruption exceeds all previous pandemic. You could say that this is the first truly global epidemic.

Accordingly, the global economy is going through another volatile stretch as markets and central banks react to Omicron. I’m not sure that economists can pinpoint a single cause for the inflation that has arisen during the pandemic but government stimulus payments certainly have played a role.

Meanwhile, the environmental impacts of Covid are difficult to quantify. With climate change already advancing in the form of rising sea levels, higher temperatures and extreme weather events, Covid has required national and international resources that could otherwise have been devoted to confronting the climate challenge.

If nothing else, we’ve lost valuable time in that battle.

Politically, as I’ve noted previously, the pandemic has intensified the divisions in many countries, accelerating tendencies toward extremism. A group of retired U.S. military generals are the latest to warn that the U.S. remains at risk of an authoritarian turn as soon as 2024, and that is not hyperbole.

Finally, there is the unspeakable tragedy that is Afghanistan.

These are grim times. As those of us who celebrate Christmas prepare to exchange gifts and gather for holiday meals, there is a palpable sense of exhaustion, a deep melancholy hanging over our homes and our families.

As much as we might wish for peace on earth at this season, we do not live in a time when that is possible.

TODAY’S HEADLINES:

  • Report: Everything Slightly Worse Than Yesterday (The Onion)

LYRICS

“Hey, That's No Way to Say Goodbye”

Song by Leonard Cohen

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm
Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm
Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new
In city and in forest they smiled like me and you
But now it's come to distances and both of us must try
Your eyes are soft with sorrow
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time
Walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
You know my love goes with you as your love stays with me
It's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea
But let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie
Your eyes are soft with sorrow
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm
Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm
Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new
In city and in forest they smiled like me and you
But let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie
Your eyes are soft with sorrow
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

Sunday, December 19, 2021

Sunday's News

 Note: Although I try to write an essay every day, and have been doing so for a long time, increasingly there are days that I simply cannot bring myself to make any comment whatsoever. Today is one such day.

TODAY’S NEWS:

Saturday, December 18, 2021

On The Waves: Web.3


 You may have missed, overlooked, ignored or discounted it, or maybe you’d just as soon leave it for others to discuss.

But along with the various waves of Covid variants, threats to democracy, vibrations of the stock market and climate disasters, the third great iteration of the worldwide web has washed in over our anklets.

Whether we wanted or needed it to come or not, the web is mutating again, which guarantees another round of insecurity for those who depend on it — which of course means everybody who is not hiding in a cave in Tora Bora.

Of all the people who are commenting on web.3, I’m probably the last person anyone should listen to. What do I know of the metaverse, blockchain, NFTs, bitcoin, or “digital scarcity”?

The answer is, of course, next to nothing. But I do know something about waves, having spent an inordinate portion of my life on beaches.

Waves come in patterns, they build, crest and break, and in the process they deposit new things at our toes. Actually, not so much new things as old things disguised as new things, like shells, driftwood, seaglass, jobs or investment opportunities.

Most importantly not all waves are created naturally. Any old boat can cause a wave in the right body of water.

That brings me to web.3. As with dot.com and Web 2.0, this third wave is being driven by developers, many of whom are idealistic and hoping to improve on the technologies and the social outcomes of the previous models, including doing a much better job of protecting the privacy of our personal data and establishing fairer ownership standards and exchanges of value.

Accordingly, a set of more democratic outcomes appears to be the goal of those constructing web.3. None of them want to further the centralization of the Big Data monopolies (Apple, Amazon, Google, Facebook — sorry, Meta, Yahoo, Twitter, Microsoft) that arose from the first two waves.

And as we enter this new digital phase, it’s also worth asking if and how it is going to affect the biggest issues we face — poverty, climate change, authoritarianism, hopelessness — beyond generating a rash of new fortunes for a few, and endlessly confusing software iterations for the many.

On the other hand, you might say, no one else has come up with much to address those universal issues, so why expect the best and the brightest of our tech geniuses to come to our rescue this time around? That isn’t exactly fair.

No it isn’t fair. 

So my one simple request of the new generation of developers and evangelists is that they do a better job at using words than the vague ones blowing in todays’ wind. Be precise, specific, honest, restrained, sensitive, kind, accurate and above all inclusive.

Languages fall into one of two categories — inclusive or exclusive. The outcome unfolds accordingly.

The words you choose matter. Stop excluding people.

TODAY’S NEWS:

TODAY’s LYRICS:

“Please Don’t Tell Me…”

Kris Kristofferson

This could be our last goodnight together

We may never pass this way again

Just let me enjoy 'till its over

Or forever

Please don't tell me how the story ends

See the way our shadows come together

Softer than your fingers on my skin

Someday this may be all

That we'll remember

Of each other

Please don't tell me how the story ends

Never's just the echo of forever

Lonesome as the love that might have been

Just let me go on loving and believing

'Till it's over

Please don't tell me how the story ends

Please don't tell me how the story ends

Friday, December 17, 2021

It's Life

 "Can I refill your eggnog for you? Get you something to eat? Drive you out to the middle of nowhere and leave you for dead?" — Clark Griswold

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The holiday season brings with it the usual flood of lackluster Christmas movies presumably meant to distract us from the orgy of unrestrained consumerism. Then again, there is something about “National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation” that will always resonate for us former head-of-household types.

And there is that exceptional, odd Frank Capra film, "It's a Wonderful Life." Until I read Zachary D. Carter's excellent essay in The Huffington Post (2018), there were many things I didn't know about that film or the Sicilian immigrant who made it.

Hoping to revive a career that had been disrupted by the war, Capra produced the film in 1946, but when it was released just before Christmas it bombed, losing a half million dollars at the box office. Critics panned it and Capra lost the rights and control of the film’s negatives.

His personal fortunes then proceeded to nose-dive, accelerated by the anti-Communist furor of the early 1950s. (His crime — like that of many thoughtful people — was he had briefly flirted with Marxism when he was younger.) 

His decline was such that he eventually reached a hopeless state and attempted suicide on a number of occasions. Rather like George Bailey.

Later, when he looked back on making the film that had helped ruin his career, he said: “I can’t begin to describe my sense of loneliness in making (it), a loneliness that was laced by the fear of failure. I had no one to talk to, or argue with.” 

As an aside, that probably describes what these holidays are like for many people, but for now let’s return to Capra’s story.

The Wonderful Life negatives lay forgotten and unvisited for almost three decades, by which time the film, considered worthless, had slipped into the public domain and was free for the taking. In the mid-1970s, the Public Broadcasting System did just that, becoming the first to air it since 1946. The commercial networks soon followed.

With that, a not-so-instant classic was (re)born. It’s now every bit as much a part of the season as Dickens’s “A Christmas Carol.”

Happily, Capra lived long enough to see this all come to pass before he joined the angels himself at the robust age of 94 in 1991. He had always maintained that “Wonderful Life" was the greatest film he ever made.

The main actors in the piece — James Stewart, Donna Reed, Lionel Barrymore — are long since dead, of course. But recently, two surviving members among the children cast in the movie confirmed that Capra indeed controlled every detail of the filming down to the slightest detail of their expressions and movements.

The main point of the film — that each life matters — is always worth revisiting at this time of year when for so many, life feels considerably less than wonderful.

Depression is a widespread mental condition. And suicidal thoughts are no stranger to one who is deeply depressed. But as in the story, there could be hidden value in holding on a little longer, perhaps helped along by an angel or two. 

Of course the inequalities of wealth displayed in the film are worse today in the world than they were in the America of post-World-War-Two, and the only way out of thatmess would be a radical redistribution of wealth, a la Marxism perhaps, which certainly isn’t going to be happening around here anytime soon.

So for now this is roughly as wonderful a life as we can make of it, even if it doesn’t always feel that way. And in any event, it wouldn’t be what it is if we were no longer a part of it.

Wit that, bring on Christmas! And maybe listen for someone’s bell to ring out there somewhere.

TODAY’S HEADLINES:

LYRICS

“The Older I Get”

Alan Jackson

Songwriters: Adam Wright / Hailey Whitters / Sarah Turner

The older I get

The more I think

You only get a minute, better live while you're in it

'Cause it's gone in a blink

And the older I get

The truer it is

It's the people you love, not the money and stuff

That makes you rich

And if they found a fountain of youth

I wouldn't drink a drop and that's the truth

Funny how it feels I'm just getting to my best years yet

The older I get

The fewer friends I have

But you don't need a lot when the ones that you got

Have always got your back

And the older I get

The better I am

At knowing when to give

And when to just not give a damn

And if they found a fountain of youth

I wouldn't drink a drop and that's the truth

Funny how it feels I'm just getting to my best years yet

The older I get

And I don't mind all the lines

From all the times I've laughed and cried

Souvenirs and little signs of the life I've lived

The older I get

The longer I pray

I don't know why, I guess that I've

Got more to say

And the older I get

The more thankful I feel

For the life I've had and all the life I'm living still