The real thing
Chef Kurita
Chef Kurita, his stern demeanor notwithstanding, is the most charming of men.
You will find him here. This is world class sushi.
The real thing
Chef Kurita, his stern demeanor notwithstanding, is the most charming of men.
You will find him here. This is world class sushi.
The best paper in the world.
When I was a lad the definitive source for news was the UK Times of London. Then a common vulgarian took it over and editorial comment was misrepresented as news.
That same vulgarian acquired the Wall Street Journal a few years ago and my many reporter friends there wrote me in despair that the same would happen again. I begged them to give it a chance. I was wrong. Scum is scum and the paper went in the toilet. My 30 year subscription was cancelled.
Now that we have a like vulgarian mismanaging the United States, we keep hearing how the US Newspaper of Record is “fake news”. Given the paranoiac grifter in the Oval Office can always be guaranteed to say the exact opposite of the truth, this only strengthens the argument for subscribing to the New York Times. If you value quality journalism then the New York Times deserves your money, as does the cause of democracy in our great republic.
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One and the same.
As a mechanical engineering graduate I have long believed electricity to be magic and hence have trusted it not one bit. This translates into a sense of fear and foreboding when doing electrical work. Indeed, it’s a matter of not inconsiderable satisfaction that my old motorbike has not one electronic component. The closest it gets is four relays (horn, headlight, starter, blinkers) and those are very simple electromagnetic devices. Even I can understand how they function and on one occasion I even opened one up to clean out the contact corrosion and restore proper function. The idea of having a low current switch a big one is supreme in its elegance.
But, today was electricity day. The Cox Cable senior tech finally showed up to meet their contractual commitment of 150mbs internet speed, of which 120mbs, or 80%, is ‘guaranteed’. As I believe the cable companies have the morality of a whore, I always hold their feet to the fire on this. After all, I’m paying for the privilege. Turns out the tech was absolutely top notch, we really struck it off, he gave me a newer modem at no charge and refused a tip! A thoroughly good egg. After three hours of careful, analytical labor we (errr …. he) came up with this:
Now that is blitzkrieg fast. A happy side result is that I learned that the home is wired for optical fiber at the street ‘pedestal’, so to get 1,000mbs (which I do not need) it’s a matter of running the ‘last 20 yards’ of fiber, replacing the stock copper. Nice to know. Doubtless when my son drops by and wants to game while simultaneously 3D printing, I will have to upgrade. He has this nasty habit of checking internet speed every place he visits …. the apple does not fall far from the tree.
But the truly heroic work, with due obeisance paid to maybe the greatest physicist ever (Einstein had his picture on the wall) James Clark Maxwell, was mine. When Maxwell was not taking the world’s first color picture, he was ruminating on the origin of electromagnetism and like Einstein with his gravitational waves, never saw his theories put into practice during his lifetime. He conceptualized all of this on paper, much as Einstein did and if one is not breathless at the sheer genius of this conception then he is not a well formed human being. This is Pure Thinking at its very finest.
The object of my tinkering was two pairs of 3-way switches (either works the lights), one pair at the ends of a long, dark corridor, the other at the ends of an even darker laundry room, the latter approached through that corridor or from the garage. Each has the traveler groping for the light switch and neither installation discloses one iota of ergonomic thinking. For each pair, I noted that one switch is in line-of-sight of the other. Change one of the two to a motion sensor switch and disable the now useless other and you have the right solution. The wiring of three way switches is an elegant construct, and it was a matter of moments to disable the “three-way” feature, replacing one switch with a Lutron motion sensor, the other with a blanking plate. The Lutron can be set up as either an occupancy switch (goes on with motion, off without, after a selectable time delay) or as a daylight sensitive device which turns lights off when it senses light. All of this for $20. Maxwell would be proud.
After figuring out the breaker box and powering off (unlabelled breaker boxes drive me up the wall almost as much as crude felt tip pen scrawls inside them – another project), thus avoiding beating the world high jump record from a stationary position, the hour of research was rewarded by a 5 minute intallation time per switch. Now as you approach the corridor or laundry room from either direction the very sensitive sensor in each turns the lights on, leaving them on for a minute (or whatever you elect), powering down if no motion is detected. Of course your $20 gets you user adjustable sensitivity into the bargain.
The number of technologies involved in this – yes – magic is mind numbing to contemplate, and the result is deeply satisfying for one always obsessed with ergonomics (a major at college a while back!). My occupational psychology prof (we call it ‘ergonomics’ today), Professor Alec Rodger, once had himself locked up in Brixton Prison for 6 months to study the interaction of the incarcerated with their environment. Alec was very much the Real Thing. In WW2 he worked on the design of tank mechanisms, focusing on the best design in highly stressful environments. I loved that man. The doyen of occupational psychology. We five students would gather in his beautiful Georgian mansion across from the UCL School of Engineering, seated happily on his rug while he served tea and scones of his own making. I don’t recall ever being happier at school. Admitting to graduation at the top of my class is not boastful. With such a mentor it was inevitable. The subject has fascinated me ever since and no day passes when I do not remark on a good (or bad – mostly bad) piece of machine design.
The ne plus ultra of ergonomic design, the Leica M2 is the very acme of what I am writing about. Can you wonder I loved it so? It remains the most perfect machine I have used.
Enough rambling. Bottom line? You walk down the corridor and the lights come on, and you cannot forget to turn them off! Thank you, Mr. Maxwell.
T.
Times past.
With my son recently registered at a Massachusetts boarding school, the full force of the sheer horribleness of living in the Bay Area invaded my psyche massively as I contemplated that great day.
I moved to California in 1987, Los Angeles. Loved it. Later stints found me in San Diego, loved it, and San Francisco, loved it a lot.
But, after two decades, no more. San Francisco and the Bay Area are a living hell. Maybe if you are here on an H1B visa and MacDonald’s is a new taste sensation for you, it’s heaven on earth. But for long time denizens, it’s anything but. Take the Mission District, which I love, as a microcosm of what has happened. Earnest Googlites are destroying the Hispanic culture, replacing it with seven figure condominiums and chic restaurants. We really need more of those. Housing costs effectively gentrify all poor areas – Millbrae, South San Francisco, SOMA, Oakland, and yes, even as far north as Sacramento, as our great capitalist businesses force out all those who cannot code social media apps. The result is that the people who keep a city running, the waiters and cooks, the house cleaners and secretaries, cannot afford to live where they work. That is not right.
So within a week, emulating my son, I will also take a one way flight out of here, to the more relaxed vistas of Scottsdale, Arizona in the desert that I have learned to love on my many travels there these past two decades.
That move brings with it the inevitable rigors of packing precious possessions, though in my case they are precious by association, not by value. And one which ranks right up there is the greatest desktop computer Apple ever made, the iMac G4. Here it is after the ever amusing task of trying to figure out exactly how it fits in all those complex polystyrene pieces, packaging which is a design masterpiece in its own right:
Design genius.
The original, butt ugly iMac may have saved an Apple headed for Chapter XI, when Steve returned. But it was a prosaic CRT design housed in a funky translucent plastic shell which was mostly silly for all its ‘Think(ing) Different’. The G4 iMac was something else. First there was the use of an LCD display, 15″ or 17″. No one used LCDs. SSDs did not exist – at least not at affordable prices – so Apple housed the HDD in a cheeky gargantuan half-cricket ball (OK, baseball) which formed the housing for the electronics and fans. And they boasted about it on that splendid box. See above.
But the genius of the design, an ergonomic masterpiece, was the elegantly cantilevered ‘screen on a stick’. Move it up, move it down, move it toward you, move it away, move it around. It did what it was told. Burning DVDs? Easy. At a touch of the button Pandora’s Box opened, and the DVD tray magically emerged from the cricket ball. It was fun, it was new and it was magic!
And that magical G4 iMac defines exactly what is wrong with Apple today. It’s the same thing that is wrong with the Bay Area. Life is not a mobile device looking for a new app. Life is not an overpriced condo which displaces good people. Life is a contemplative experience attended by an extended attention span which rewards those who indulge in that rarest of modern pastimes: thinking.
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Hurry up and wait.
The iPhone7 manages to be an exercise in three things at once: arrogance, greed and desperation.
Arrogance, as Apple has removed the traditional 3.5mm headphone socket replacing it with wireless earbuds whose poor 5 hour life and need to carry a charger manage to simultaneously break something which did not need fixing and make the result worse. “Our way or the highway”. Did the iPhone get slimmer, the rational (?) reason to pull that socket? Nope. It’s the same as the iPhone6+, but the battery life has increased. Given that the battery was already good for a day’s use (and more with the bigger model) this a solution looking for a problem. The iPhone ergonomics, meanwhile, make a kitchen knife look sophisticated, with poor placement of buttons and easy to accidentally shift modes in the camera. Yup, you have been there.
Greed, as those earbuds will run you a shocking $159 to remove that oh! so onerous earphone cable, while deleting its handy control button. This for a device which likely costs $10 to make.
Desperation, for Apple is clearly out of ideas – those went to the grave with Steve – and is trying to milk its margins with silly earpieces. Look out below.
Apple’s onanistic boasting about how they redesigned everything, with no user benefit, smacks of a loss of awareness of customer needs much as their bizarre new headquarters building smacks of a zenith in the company’s fortunes. Building castles all too frequently means you have peaked. Ask Henry VIII and the Tudors.
Meanwhile Siri voice recognition remains worthless (come on, do you know anyone who uses it?), there is still no ‘delete to the left’ (needing but one line of code) and spelling correction has zero contextual logic. iOS is an abomination, seemingly riddled with security holes.
The other day I was in a Toyota Prius whose driver placed her Blackberry on a small shelf at the base of the console. Now I’ll admit the Prius is not everyone’s cup of tea. There are so many videos, tones and flashing lights going on that I swear the thing would drive me potty were I to stay in one over 15 minutes. But that little shelf contains an inductive charger, common to Blackberries and many Google devices which removes a cable which really needs removing – the charger cable. Not the one to your ears.
So we wait for iPhone8. Meanwhile I hope I can get the thieves at Verizon to reduce my bill as my iPhone 6 is now paid for.