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Gen Alpha doesn’t know how to read, also oxen aren’t jazzed at pulling carts, and horses pick up the pace when going back to the barn… More thoughts about the AI conversations that we AREN’T having amid all the pearl clutching and hang wringing

TL;DR All very rambly and jumping around. Just look at that title! Basically, I think we’re not talking about the real issues with kids and generative AI. I think that liberals are missing the point, in a very PMC kind of way. And I make a plea: how about community as a solution?

So, I was watching a video essay on youtube, exploring the issues with “Gen Alpha” — also, who is coming up with these garbage names for the generations — and it all sounds really serious: they can’t read; they can’t pay attention for more than 10 minutes; they can’t write by hand; and they’re using generative AI to do all their homework for them. I mean, this all sounds really bad… What are we gonna do? The essay was about 40 minutes long and I made it the whole way through. But it worked me… I found myself on my daily walk, going over the points and thinking through the arguments. And now I’m gonna share a bunch of that with you, dear reader, maybe in the hopes of clarifying what I think to myself. I always imagine these articles like messages in bottles. But that’s grist for another mill.

The kids today

Ok. This shit is really old. People use their frame of reference to try and define it, but they fail to see that this argument goes back into antiquity. Here’s a quote. Take a guess who said it and when:

“I see no hope for the future of our people if they are dependent on the frivolous youth of today, for certainly all youth are reckless beyond words… When I was young, we were taught to be discreet and respectful of elders, but the present youth are exceedingly disrespectful and impatient of restraint.”

What do you think? I mean, it sounds a lot like this YouTuber, clutching her pearls over how no one wants to learn anymore, and “what’s happening to the world?”. I think it’s important to say that this person states at some point in her essay that she was born in the 90s. I was a teenager in the 90s, and people were saying stuff like this about us, for sure. Go have a look at the film, “Pump up the Volume”, for a snapshot of America in that time. So, the quote, maybe 19th century? Some Victorian lamenting the state of 1880s London? Well, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, that quote is attributed to Hesiod… a contemporary of Homer who was writing in the 8th Century BCE, or 2725 years ago. Just let that sink in for minute. People have been bitching about “the kids these days” for quite a while.

You see, we live in this environment where we think were so technically advanced, even convinced about it. We think that all the problems facing us are new. “It’s generative AI. We’re in undiscovered territory here! Terra incognita! Here there be dragons!” Yeah… kind of. Yes, it’s new. But humans, as they currently, physically exist in the world, have been here for 250,000 years; the oldest human construction is 25,000 years old; and written history goes back about 5000 years. Do you really think that a species that has reached this kind of stability and kept its form and intelligence can be changed so drastically in a few generations by the computer? Anything that can be done to a human by environment can be undone. Still, I grant you, if you don’t master certain skills at certain ages, the chance that you’ll ever learn those skills starts to shut off. Take the case of children that have been found, raised in a state of nature — this has happened a ridiculous amount of times, but there’s a famous one from France that was recorded — and without access to spoken language. Once you hit a certain age, if you haven’t learned to speak, you never will. You might learn to understand speech, but you’re never going to be able to talk yourself. And there are a lot of skills like this, just take perfect pitch. If you don’t have it by a certain age, you never will. Them’s the brakes, kid. However, if you have kids, they will totally be able to learn language or develop perfect pitch. It’s still part of the genome, despite what happen to you through the environment.

Quick aside, I’m just going to keep calling her the “YouTuber” and not post a link to the essay here. First, I don’t feel like helping her channel with eyeballs, but also because I’m not reacting to her per se, but rather this whole collection of arguments about how the sky is falling, and the computers are taking over. The computers are not taking over, despite the hype. But, I will try to break down her arguments: “tech” is destroying gen alpha’s collective mind; gen alpha has no interest in learning, and sees no consequences in not learning; gen alpha has a whole host of psychological problems and can’t pay attention for more than 10 minutes. Compare this to Hesiod above. When Tuber was making these statements, backed with various interviews or testimonials, I was thinking, “wait a minute… I’ve heard this kind of thing before.”

Right at the top, I would argue this is all a lot of “bad faith” — you know, that Sartre guy — where Tuby here is more interested on flexing about how she, a person looking for likes on youtube, “loves learning and reading” and that the lack of this has her worried for the future of the species. “What are we all going to come to if no one wants to read anymore?” Well, we’ve been here before. For most of human history the majority didn’t know how to read or were only functionally literate. But are the kids somehow responsible for this situation? Did the kids go and buy the cell phones? Did the kids decide to be part of an extremely exploitative ecosystem of “tech”, designed to turn them into products and get them addicted? That was their choice, then? At one point the YTer says, “the point of social media was to connect.” And I screamed at the monitor, “are you delusional?! The point of social media is to make money! Period!” Facebook, or twitter, or whatever doesn’t give a wet shit about your ability to connect with people; these companies want your free content, and they want your data, so they can sell it. They want to make money, and they love to suck up your free labor to make as much lucre as they can. End of story. These systems and platforms are not designed for you; they’re designed to take advantage of you.

Kids are really great at detecting bullshit

Children may be born into this world knowing nothing; but the blank slate hypothesis has been thoroughly disputed. We are born with a whole host of adaptations that give us skills from birth. We are born with the capacity to learn language; that’s not something that we have to overcome. There are other advantages and disadvantages that we get just from our genome. But, I would argue, kids DO have a great nose for bullshit. We are intelligent creatures, and we can tell pretty quickly when we’re being lied to, despite being children with limited frames of reference. If someone is telling you how important it is to read and write, but you never see them reading or writing — or actively avoiding it — you get the message fairly quickly that this is all nonsense. Why should I hold to values that you, yourself, don’t? If you want children to be interested in reading and value learning, you have to show them that you too have a passion for these things. And, if were being honest here, most folks don’t see a lot of value here, especially in America with its history of anti-intellectualism. If I was a kid growing up in 21st century America, I would totally use generative AI to get out of work. Just like the very adult lawyers who submit pure AI hallucination or the very adult journalist who “wrote” a reading list where all the book titles on it were AI hallucinations. It all looks so pointless. I’m being asked to produce essays about books or topics when no one is interested in either the source, nor what I have to say about the topic. Why not slap together a prompt and have a computer spit out the assignment? The only thing that matters is getting through the nightmare and getting my credential. If no one else cares, why should I?

Society is full of these double standards. There’s what you say, and what you do. Learning is terribly important, it’s just that no one actually cares about it, or about thinking. Can it make money? Ah! That’s what’s important. All the rest is distraction. There’s a great anecdote about the publication of the first Harry Potter book in America. It had become a great success in the UK and they wanted to introduce it to American audiences. The first note from the publishing house? “Well, we totally have to change the title. ‘Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone’?! That won’t do at all! No one is going to buy a kids’ book with ‘philosopher’ in the title.” Thinking and engaging is hard; people generally don’t like to do it, if it can be avoided. And none of this is new, despite how much you might wring your hands at the future of the species. But that doesn’t mean that they can’t think, engage, or come to love the life of the mind. They have to be drawn into the process; and the way of doing that is by demonstrating that it’s a worthwhile pursuit.

When we live in a world of scams and exploitation, I think kids are able to read the room. They get that we are exist in a paradigm where going deep into a given subject is not a path to prosperity. Credentials are what matter, and it doesn’t matter how you get them. You just need one so that you can find your bullshit job and make the money you need to have a nice life. And in that job, it doesn’t really matter what you do either. Nothing matters. We’re living in a nihilistic, ahistorical, dystopia — like fucking goldfish, circling the bowl — and it’s every person for themselves. Why not use AI to get past the latest set of nonsensical, needlessly sadistic set of hurdles. I would.

So what are we going to do?

Generative AI is not the danger that we think it is; it’s good at some things, but really bad at a lot other things, because it doesn’t really know or understand what it’s talking about. I use AI everyday for lots of stuff — it’s an amazing bit of tech — but I also understand how limited it is. I’m not worried about my job. I’ve been working in tech for over 20 years, and I can see that this is not the golden bullet that the execs seem to think it is. In fact, I would go one further and say the trend in software development went off the rails long before AI hit the scene. That’s one of the reasons that I’m really into retro computing; it allows you to get closer to the machine. When you strip away a lot of the abstractions, you can start to understand what the tools you’re dependent on are doing for you. Before there were physical computing machines, there were people thinking about computing itself. You need to get down with those guys, and their thinking. What problems are we trying to solve here, and have they already been solved?

But, to get back to gen alpha, what do we do? Well, if you’re kid can’t read at 8 or 9, don’t you, as a parent, have an interest in that? Did you not notice in 9 years that your kid can’t read? How did that happen? The same thing with kids that can’t write or find learning to be a waste of time. That shit is on you. Look, I know that raising kids is mad hard. I get it. But, if you’re too exhausted at the end of your day — working two or three jobs in some gig economy — where do you think the problem is? A terribly underfunded school system? Your ability to be a super human and juggle everything, including pedagogy? Or the demands of the society you’re living in? The public school system in America has failed you; so, what are you gonna do about it? And, if you’re kids are constantly on their phones, why is that? When you’re spending time with your kids, are you also constantly on your phone? Because your kids are looking at you, and taking in your values, while understanding the values you state (e.g. learning and reading are important) are bullshit. How often are you present for your kids? Because they know. If you want gen alpha to be less neurotic, less ADHD, and less dispassionate about learning, well, you have to show them that all these things are important. Your difficult, illiterate children with the attention span of a goldfish are a reflection of you. And when they use AI to get out of things that smell like bullshit, you shouldn’t blame them. We are the damn adults in this equation. If our offspring are disgusted and bored with the world WE have created, then we need to start asking ourselves some serious questions.

Look. I understand that we are all living in different circumstances. But, instead of blaming schools, or the children themselves, I would like us to think more about the general society. Blaming the kids is just such nonsense that I can barely stomach it; these humans were born into this world that we have created. Because humans take a really long time to become functional members of the group, we have to have a lot of patience. If a child is using “tech” — something that is designed to capture their attention and then exploit it — in a way that is harmful, can we really blame them? Or howl about the state of things? And I get that parents are struggling to find time. We are isolated. But do we have to be?

Humans are great at building community: top predator and dominate force on the planet because we work together. We are receding back to the 19th and 18th century in my opinion: a time where the guard rails and safety nets that we grew up with in the later half of the 20th century are gone. Community is where our strength lies. The environment we find ourselves in is trying to isolate us. Instead of pearl clutching and hand wringing, ask yourself, “how can I build community around me? What about talking to other parents in the local school and organizing tutoring groups? After school sessions that deal with the lack of support in the public system? Yes, it’s hard to raise kids; but, what if you could raise kids with the community around you? What if we worked together? That’s where we excel as human beings!

Up till now, we have relied on the systems around us to provide what we needed for a regular existence. That’s over. But we still have each other. We should use the strength that we developed 250,000 years ago to advance and enhance what we are. When you speak the truth, without the double talk, the kids will listen. Do you have passion for learning? Then the kids will follow. Your children love you, and they will follow your true values. They understand that what you do is different from what you say. The outside forces of AI and tech isn’t ruining our next generation; we are.

Revisiting “Neuromancer”

Box for the Interplay title

A younger friend of mine, who wasn’t around yet to experience cyberpunk when it was happening, bought himself a very nice, new release of the book with fantastic illustrations. I thought, “what the Hell? I’ll re-read “Neuromancer” with him; it will give us something to talk about.” Do you do that? Read books with your friends? Maybe this just shows how old I am, but I like being on the “same page” as it were with my people and have a chance to talk about what we read. But that’s me. I understand it’s not a popular attitude.

The first time I encountered “Neuromancer” was 1989, six years after it originally came out. And it was actually in the form of a video game. You see, Interplay came out with their version of “Neuromancer” on the C64, Apple ][ and IBM PC. A friend of mine, Sean Skeels, had landed a copy for his Apple ][ and I was at his place one afternoon, checking it out. So, we were both 12 at the time, and we could not make heads or tails of this thing. We were already familiar with “Bladerunner” and we liked the aesthetic of the mega city, and so the game had out attention. But it wasn’t really clear what you were supposed to do. You see, kids, over thirty years ago, our 8-bit computing platforms were REALLY strapped for resources and the whole idea of UI — how the user is supposed to interact with the game — was still very much in flux. In fact, it was kind of a wild west with absolutely no consistency: every game a new experiment. You could pirate the shit out of C64 games, but, if you didn’t have the manual, it would take some investment to even figure out how the game worked. I’m looking at you “Judge Dredd”! So, I borrowed the manual from Skeels and read through it, trying to understand this “game”. I got to the end and read in a credit that it was based on the book; so, I went out and bought the book, hoping to understand how better to play this game.

Now, remember, I’m 12 years old and tackling this text. It was intense and waaaay out of my ability to understand…and it was still so fucking cool. I couldn’t get enough of it. I started going after all the cyberpunk I could find. I tried “Islands in the Net” by Sterling; “Hardwired” and “Angel Station” by Williams; and I found a copy of “When Gravity Fails” by Effinger at my local library. I bought the first volume of the graphic novel that appeared…with no second volume to follow. I was hooked, even if I couldn’t fully understand what was happening. I even bought the first edition of “Cyberpunk” the TTRPG. The 2nd half of “Neuromancer” is set in space, and I just couldn’t picture what was happening. I was born in 1976 and just didn’t have the background in the 70s and early 80s space concepts to visualize what was being described; and it never even occurred to me to ask my parents. They had absolutely no interest in space. About the best I could do in my 12 year old imagination was picture vague, oceany, kinds of images as space is always navy coded. That was all I was bringing to the table.

But, like my experience with reading H.P. Lovecraft around the same time, I was just compelled to keep going. I was drawn in. I wanted to be Case. I wanted to live in a gritty, cyberpunk future and be a fixer in an exciting underworld that was so much better than my boring, suburban life. Whenever we would drive through downtown Seattle at night, I would look up at the skyscrapers that loom over the I5 corridor and imagine that I was in Ninsei, being an ‘artiste of the faster deal’. Do I have to remind you I was 12. No? Moving on.

Through the years, I have re-read the book. The last time was probably Seattle in 2008. I got on a Gibson kick and re-read most of his early stuff. The whole Sprawl series has become future of the past, for sure; but there’s still a lot that holds up in the Sprawl.

So, here we are in 2025 and I decided to give it another spin. This time I used Perplexity as basic annotation; if I would run across something that wasn’t clear, I would give it to Perplexity and get an explanation. This opened up the text for me in ways that I had missed in all my previous readings. For example, when Case finds Linda Lee for the first time you get this one word sentence: “Sanpaku.” So, I asked Perplexity, “what the fuck is ‘Sanpaku’?” And I get this whole thing about a Japanese idea of the whites of the eye when people are stressed: san = 3x and paku= eye white. Or “sarariman” which I had just read as some kind of sub-Sahara tribesman. Or the idea of a “zaibatsu”. Try looking that up in a dictionary in 1989! More life and subtlety started emerging from the text; it was cool and startling at the same time. And it left me with one question: how the fuck did this guy write this book in 1983?!

You see, kids, this was way back when the only search engine was microfiche. Go watch some of the early episodes of “X-Files” from season one, if you’d like to see a microfiche reader in use.

Now, I’m exaggerating a little for effect. It could be very doable to learn about Japanese society in the early 80s. I’m just lost as to how or why. I mean, it was spot on. Japan was on the rise in those days. But to have these little twists and hints, it insinuated a vast command of Japan as a culture. I tried to write my own cyberpunk stories when I was 13 and 14. My attempts at imitating Japanese culture were so laughable that I won’t repeat them here. It was not only striking — all these little details that you could pass over, but made the story so much more when you knew the secret language — but also so new for 1983.

And this book suffers no fools. Gibson really gives you a lot of credit as a reader; you are spoon fed nothing. It was finally in this reading — 36 years after my first attempt — that I finally realized that Freeside is a FUCKING O’NIEL CYLINDER!!!!! This very fact kind of pushes the story further past near-future and into far future. At this point, there are a few more things than just Case trying to sell hot RAM in the first chapters that date the novel. It’s definitely become future of the past with little hints and wisps in there that tickle those of us who lived through that time. When I talked about the book with my young friend — it’s also important to mention that this friend is not a native English speaker — he wasn’t that impressed; he thought the characters were flimsy and the story too hard to follow. He liked the first part in Chiba and the Sprawl, but got bored — or just confused — when the story went to Freeside. He wasn’t invested and just gave it a shoulder shrug. Good to read the “classic” and it’s full of great ideas, but not great execution. I argued with him, and tried to make my case. In the end, I’m just too bound to this thing through nostalgia: too tainted. It’s kind of like “Escape from New York”; if I hadn’t seen that movie as a wide-eyed 11 year old, would I find it so great today? Probably not.

Should you read this 42 year old sci-fi novel? Yes, but don’t expect it to hold your hand. It’s a great book that gives you, the reader, a lot of credit. And, in the age of second-screen, slop fests, it’s nice to be challenged by a unique thinker. But I guess that’s the kind of reader I am…

A New Use Case for Typewriters: a remedy for AI slop

ChatGPT this, mo’fo’!

People often give me a funny look when my typewriter collection comes up. I’ve got 7 of these things — 1 QWERTY, 5 QWERZ, and 1 AZERTY — and I think I’m about topped out; I wouldn’t want this to get out of hand. I try to use them as much as I’m able, writing letters and postcards; I even have one that’s small enough I can take it on vacation with me, typing up postcards from exotic locales. They’re just a joy to use in a way that writing on laptops or computers isn’t; there’s a tactile feedback mechanism of the noise as the character strikes the page and a letter is printed into existence. Letter follows letter and word follows word until you have a text: a text that can not be easily undone: a physical piece of paper, a physicality really missing today. And then, when you send this physical letter, and it travels through space to arrive at its destination — a message with an audience of one — unlike Facebook, Google or any of the other giant platforms who can do whatever they want with the trust of your texts — or “content”, if you want to call it that — it is actually illegal for anyone to open this letter aside from the recipient. The Postal stamp on your letter is a symbol of sacred trust between the sender and the postal service — or chain of services — who deliver it. The contents can’t be used for some advertising end; it can’t be feed into a Large Language Model (LLM); it can’t be used for some other profiling; it can’t be profited from, manipulated, or used in anyway by a third party. But now, as seductive as the physicality and total privacy are, we have a whole new use case for these machines: defense against AI slop.

Rocking like it 1939

I’ve heard a lot of hand wringing about the kids today with their generative AI and how it’s becoming an AI arms race between kids cheating with AI and teachers using AI to sniff out the AI cheating. All this alongside the other voices in the wasteland, claiming that Google is making us dumber — that’s an oldey but a goodey now — or that social media is ruining our ability to relate to each other, or that the supposed “elite” college kids can’t read books anymore. As we are being dragged — often against our will — into a tech world that is increasingly incomprehensible for the uninitiated, the cries from the wilderness turn into a howling polyphony.

Well, here’s an idea. Get yourself a typewriter, and learn how to use it. When you receive a type written text, you can be pretty certain that it’s not AI slop. Sure, you could have AI generate a text for you, and then type it out, but at least you will have read it once. Nothing says, “I’m totally out of fucks to give”, like handing in a paper where the first sentence is a robot apology!

You have got to be kidding me…

Hopefully, if you went to the trouble to prompt an AI and then type out its answer on your typewriter, you would avoid the obvious self-incrimination.

So, handing someone a typewritten document today has turned into a seal of, “a real life, human being with fingers, made this. It might still be plagiarized, but at least the human who made it had to read the text and then hit the keys to commit it to paper.” Thus teachers can be sure that their students are doing at least something outside “copy”, “paste”. Students can also be sure that lazy — or rather very over-worked and under-paid — teachers won’t lift a “j’accuse” finger at them for cheating. It’s win-win people!

All of this stuff about cheating and incompetent students has a much deeper root in how ugly our educational system has become. We have really lost our way here; and the whole thing has turned into form over function. Just like “Bullshit Jobs” (see David Graeber) have taken over the work place, “bullshit credentials” are causing a crisis in schools. This is simply an unthought-out, left-over from an earlier time when the school system was there to create factory workers, or low-level office workers. Dictatorships around the world have always struggled with how to approach education: you need to have workers who can function in society; they HAVE to be able to read, write, and do some basic math; but, and very importantly, they can’t have the tools to think about or synthesis the world around them into something coherent. These drones might just start asking some unwanted questions, foment, and maybe even…plot. This is exactly why everyone has such a hard-on for STEM, while laughing their heads off at the humanities. And, in America, this attitude isn’t entirely wrong. When an undergrad credentials will put you in soul crushing debt, only a few really wealthy people can commit to humanities: people who won’t have to worry too much about supporting themselves financially afterward. You know? Kind of like how things used to work in the bad old times?! The school systems don’t really know what to do about any of this; so they keep going through the motions. They keep hauling out the old standards, but the goals — spoken or unspoken — become spongier. We’re writing essays about this or that, because that’s how we’ve performed “learning”. And we need to go through these old forms so that we get the credential and then move on. When NOBODY gives a wet shit about any of this, why should the kids care? Kids are pretty smart, and they have a keen nose for hypocrisy. If you keep talking about how important it is to read and do well in school, but they never see you pick up a book or write anything longer than a grocery list, they start to catch on. Why shouldn’t they use an AI to check the box, get the stamp, and pass go? We need to have bigger and deeper conversations about what we’re doing in education, instead of clutching our pearls about the kids today.

Ok. This is spinning out of control and I’m going on another of my side tirades. To return to the topic, buy a typewriter — you can get one for about 200$ or so from a reseller that can guarantee its condition — and learn how to use it. Each one is unique and has its quirks. Play with it, write some letters, whip up some postcards, and don’t be afraid of mistakes; mistakes are all the more proof that a human wrote this and not a cryptic, AI blackbox. You’ll find it’s pretty amazing to have a machine that does one thing — prints text onto a page — and isn’t tracking you, distracting you, fighting for your attention, or profiling you; you can really focus on something in a way that the tech world doesn’t want you to anymore. And, when you have a text ready, the person who receives it can reasonable believe that you wrote it: you, a free-range human and not a robot; an out-of-band text that can not be harvested, scrutinized, or profited from. The typewriter could well be the symbol of the new AI resistance.

“Scavenagers Reign” is an animated dose of awesome for connoisseurs of sci-fi and anime.

A few months ago I stumbled across “Scavengers Reign”, and I wolfed down all the episodes I could find in one sitting. This is one of the rare ones, kids; if you have a wide foundation in sci-fi, you really can’t miss out on this: hauntingly beautiful, expert narrative and character building, incredible world construction, and just full of references that make you feel like a smarty-pants.

This show is just so damn beautiful. It reminds me of “Valley of the Wind” and you can totally see the anime inspiration here; but, then again, how can you do any animation today without being inspired by things like Studio Ghibli. Even the haunting piano music which serves as the main theme tugs at the ol’ heart muscle. The environments are so rich, and the creature designs are so well thought out, that I found myself just staring at the screen, speechless.

It starts with a ship wreck. The crew are forced to abandon ship and do what they can to survive on a plant teeming with alien life. And they do a really good job of making it alien. Some of the critters are intelligent, a lot of them are not. And the characters are forced to use the environment they’ve landed in. A lot of they things they run into serve a distinct function; as if they were genetically engineered for a purpose.

We are very much in retro science-fiction here. The look of the ship could have come out of the “Alien” franchise. The show is one long ode to the sci-fi of yesteryear. It’s a love letter, really, to sci-fi from the late seventies through the nineties. It’s definitely not for everyone, but, if you liked films like “Moon”, or just enjoy futures of the past, you’re going to like this. It’s streaming on HBO, if you want to track it down.

“Three Hearts & Three Lions” and the antecedents of D&D

Poul Anderson’s 1961 high fantasy novel

Diverging from tech subjects, I can’t really remember where I heard about Poul Anderson’s book “Three Hearts and Three Lions”. Somewhere it was recommended to me through some some hypertext rabbit hole that I ended up falling down. I managed to find a digital copy through my various means, and than it sat on my digital book shelf, collected virtual dust. Time passed, and, occasionally, as I scrolled through my backlog of reading material, I would see the title and think, “hmmm, yes. I should really get to that one.” But then something else would catch my eye, and I would forget about it again. Anderson is one of those authors that you find on the shelves of used book stores — remember those? — who had a writing career that spanned through the 20th century and into the 21st. But he’s not a guy that I grew up with like Jack Vance, J.P. Blaylock, Tolkien or Lovecraft, nor was he ever recommended to me when I was kid.

About a month ago I started watching a bunch of videos, detailing the history of D&D. I’ve been fascinated by role playing games since I was kid; over time my interest has pivoted away from focus on the fantasy or sci-fi elements to general narrative construction and story telling. I’m not sure why my mind works like this, but I get really into the development of anything that catches my attention; I want to see how it started and how it changed over time. I want to understand it within its context and go deep. I do this with tech and math too.

So, there I was, watching video essay after video essay about Gary Gygax and the rise of his table top fantasy war game that turned into D&D as we know it; until I came across a video about the D&D version of the troll.

Trolls from D&D
A troll from Will Huygen’s 1976 book, “Gnomes”

When you see the troll in the original monster manual and you know anything about trolls in Scandinavian myths, you’ll notice that they look very different. Typical trolls from myth, are shaggy, brutish humanoids — kind of half-beast and half-man and more than a bit ape-like — as in the troll from “Three Billy Goats Gruff”. They’re capable of speech and tool use. They’re not very intelligent, but they’re also not animals. D&D trolls, on the other hand, are truly monstrous and alien; they also have the weird ability to regenerate, and their severed limbs can go on fighting, even rejoin the body; they are some kind of protean monster with hollow eyes. Where did Gygax get this version of the troll? “Three Hearts and Three Lions”.

I knew about Jack Vance’s influence on Gygax and his magic system — often referred to as Vancian — and I have read all the Dying Earth books — some of them multiple times — while growing up: “The Dying Earth”, “Eyes of the Overworld”, “Cudgel’s Saga”, and “Rhialto the Marvelous”. Once I was through with this essay about trolls — wherein the presenter read a passage from Anderson’s book — I decided to descend into my digital study and pull out the volume.

Bacon and Necktie Alignment is not included here….

“Three Hearts and Three Lions” tells the story of Holger Carlsen: a Dane who decides to join the underground resistance in WWII and finds himself teleported to a medieval world where the Carolingian legends, monsters and magic are real. Not only did I immediately see where Gygax was pulling from, but also a lot of other fantasy authors. Anderson sets up a great conflict between the forces of Law and Chaos; I know that before the current alignment system in D&D, split into the 9 different categories, there were originally just two: Law and Chaos. This idea comes up again and again, most notably in Moorcock’s “Eternal Champion” books.

The story even plays out like a D&D campaign. Our hero appears in a wood where he finds a war horse and full set of gear waiting for him. As the story continues, he collects allies, has various encounters, finds his way through kingdoms, forests and hamlets and eventually receives a quest to seek a magic sword in a defiled church (St. Grimmins on the Wold totally reminds me of “Diablo” and I was a bit disappointed that the story wrapped up so quickly at this location). Anderson never takes Holger into the dark night of the soul, though; the Dane faces plenty of opposition, but he handily gets himself out of each sticky wicket. A lot of the creatures that would later appear in the first Monster Manual show up here, as well as a lot of tropes like having an underwater adventure where the characters can breath with magic, or going into a magic shop where we get the next plot token from some old geezer who could be wise, or a total quack. It’s all there.

A quick word on the language in this book. If I had tried to read this as a teenager, I don’t think I would have gotten very far. There’s a lot of French, German and Latin that appears in this book; two of the characters speak in a weird brogue that is phonetically Scottish, but ropes in some German and old English. Reading a lot of this book is a bit like reading “The Wake” by Paul Kingsnorth (2014): sometimes you have to read it out loud to get at the meaning. Since I was angry youth, I’ve lived 2 years in France and almost a decade in Germany; I’ve taught myself some Latin and Classical Greek; I’ve been around. So, what would have been a very challenging text back then is now just a delight.

All and all, the folks that are going to get into this book are a very small niche. But, if you’re in the crazy Venn diagram of language enthusiast, fantasy fan, and classic D&D nerd, then you will get a lot out of this book and I recommend it. Admittedly, there are not a lot of people that fit into that intersection.

Carahue waved a negligent hand. “Your sword is straight and mine is curved.” He smiled. “so between them they should fit any shape of foe.”

What is this DevOps thing, anyway?

In 2018 I was hired as a DevOps Engineer; it seemed like the perfect direction for my career. I’ve worked most of my professional life as support, sys admin, or network engineering; I’ve really wanted to go in the direction of development, but never had the chance up till now. DevOps, as I understood the term then, seemed like the perfect way to leverage skills I had and start getting the skills I wanted. So I eagerly accepted the position.

My first step as DevOps was to start reading DevOps books, like “The DevOps Handbook”; and what I started learning, was that everyone was using this term differently and most incorrectly. DevOps is neither a title or a solution; it’s supposed to be a philosophy, a way of running your projects.

One of the advantages of the company I’m currently at: we don’t really have a 24/7 production environment that we need to worry about. Our CI/CD Jenkins Cluster is doing the CI part, but not really the CD part. So, there are no calls at 3AM to report that the service is down. And I don’t miss that at all. I did a year at an MMO game publisher, and that was not great.

So, I’ve been getting slowly better at doing Jenkins stuff; and this company is my first exposure with JBoss and Wildfly, as well as build tools like Maven. I still need, however, to start working on those development skills that I want. I’ve also learned that what we are doing is kind of out-dated; AWS and Terraform seems to be where everyone is now: Infra as Code. Having mucked about with metal servers and seeing the transition to virtual and now the promise of things like Terraform, well, it’s pretty exciting. I love the idea of doing deployments that would have taken weeks of planning with the stroke of a key. Less futzzing with org silos and bureaucracy and more coding for the win.

So, I’ve learned that I’m not a DevOps Engineer; right now, I’m more of a Site Reliability Engineer, or SRE. Maybe one day I’ll reach something like Full Stack DevOps Mage; that would be pretty cool.

Back to basics — the Imposters Handbook

So, I ran across Rob Conery a while ago; I watched a few presentations of his on youtube, and thought his book would be worth checking out. Yeah, sure, I had a C64 in 1988 and I played around with BBS in the early 90s; but that didn’t really set me up with the basics of complexity theory or big O notation. I knew that I liked playing with computers, but still didn’t understand what computing meant, or the science part behind it.

Conery gives you a quick paced tour through all of the foundational ideas in Computer Science. He doesn’t go too far into any given topic, but he does give a nice survey course, stopping at all the big points that make up the field and giving a quick run down in approachable, humor filled language. If you have come to tech in a round about way, give this book a read.

It’s been a long time since I rock ‘n rolled

Quotes From The Blues Brothers. QuotesGram

Hey there, Internet! It’s been a while since I wrote anything here. Quite a while, actually. 2020 was full of some crazy times for everyone, what with the global pandemic, murder hornets, Australia burning to the ground, the election, etc. Since finishing my Software Developer accreditation here in Berlin, and getting a new job as a DevOps Engineer for a small consulting firm, I’ve let this blog lay fallow for too long. It’s time to change that.

In the next couple of weeks, I’m going to start putting down some regular articles, going into detail about what I’ve been up to. Hopefully, we’ll have a nice mix of subjects and topics. So, don’t be a stranger. And if you have comments, questions, or just want to lay down some wisdom, feel free to hit me up. Email address is in the bio section.

IHK Berufsabschluss — Final Thoughts and Next Steps

<tl;dr> on the 28th of June, 2018, I passed the last part of my exams for the Berufsabschluss: a two year vocational degree. I talk about this and go over thoughts for the future </tl;dr>

Last month I posted a rather long update about the IHK — Chamber for Industry and Trade — Exams; I went into all the stuff leading up to now. Well, on the 28th of June, I walked into the exam room on a campus south of Berlin and presented my project to the three members of the exam committee assigned to me. Sitting on a wooden bench in the hallway and waiting for the committee members to show up, I was reminded of  waiting in a hallway to deliver the oral part of my undergrad exams in June of 2003; I was so sick with fear then that I thought I might actually throw up. Finally I was called into the room, set up my gear, delivered my speech, answered the questions, and then stepped back into the hall while the committee deliberated the result.

Translation: The exam taker has passed the exam.

After about 10 minutes, I was called back in and presented a piece of paper with the check box “passed” ticked off. There was a solemn moment as I was conferred the title of IT-Fachinformatiker Anwendungsentwicklung, and then the moment passed and I headed back into the hallway. Now that the goal of the last 14 months has been met, it’s time to take a bit of time and reflect on where I am and what’s next.

The degree is done and I have a couple of credentials in software development; I finally feel I can start steering my career in that direction. In the last ten years I have developed some very definite ideas about what makes a good software developer and what writing software is even about. These are just ideas, mind you: theories that have yet to be proven through experience. Taking an interest in the history of the subject, I’m increasingly of the opinion that the core of computing systems, and the software that runs on them, is all math. My next long term goal is to read the pioneers of this field — Turing, Von Neumann, Shannon, et al. — and really understand what they’re talking about, and that means building some serious math skills. I want to go deep and get very close to the machine. What’s happening down there? I’ve read enough articles about people working in the field saying they’ve used Big O notation twice in their career, but I want to learn that stuff. And to get those math skills are a big challenge for me: a challenge in the form of another long term goal that will probably take years. Why? Well, my education has been very unconventional and I never explored math much up through college. It was one of those things that I found interesting, but also really frustrating and painful. I’m sure lots of people out there can sympathize. The more I get into the subject of math, the more I realize that there are a ton of misunderstandings out there about what math is and how it works. So, to build the skills I need, I have to get back to basics. Math can be an unforgiving  subject; you really have to lay strong foundations and build slowly to get the understanding you need to progress to the next level. So, I put together a Trello board and I’m working through all the Khan Academy materials, trying to play catch-up. It’s a little humbling to be going through some of this material at the age of 41, but I hope it IS true that it’s never too late to learn…even though the history books clearly show that math is a young man’s game. At the same time that I’m working on this math angle, I DO want to work on coding projects and getting more familiar with different programming languages and tools. But I’m also keeping my eye on these foundational topics that are running under the technology; it’s my belief that if you want to excel at a subject, you need to build context: understand where it came from, what problems it was trying to solve, what the people who made it thought. Math is at the heart of this because that’s where these systems came from. Von Neumann’s MANIAC — the first stored program computer — was designed to perform artillery trajectory calculations for the navy as well other projects that humans would require several years to do by hand: projects the machine could do in a batch job that would last an evening.

As soon as I can get to a good place with the math, it’s time to tackle the Knuth. I bought the first three volumes of his “Art of Computer Programming” several years ago. Those books are so expensive that it made more sense to have my copies shipped from Tacoma to Berlin then to repurchase them here. That’s a little crazy to think about, but there it is. You don’t have to go deep into math and read all of Knuth to develop software, but, if you DO take that plunge, you might just become a great developer. At least, that’s the theory that I’m currently operating from. I’ll just have to keep experimenting and seeing what works. The future, at any rate, is now. As the IHK degree comes to a close, the next chapter opens. And I’m so ready to see where this road leads next.

 

Digging into heavy earth

tl;dr: I found my dad’s grave online today. I talk about that, tell a bit of story, and then repost the obituary that my mother wrote him in 1995.

So, a funny thing happened to me today. I found my father’s grave online. Yeah, that’s a thing that can happen, I guess.

I was googling my name to check on what pops up these days and then went over to the images search on Google. At first it didn’t even register. My father always went by his middle name, Jeff, and not his first name of Irvin and the caption of a grave stone read “Irvin Jeff Phippeny”. But, it slowly dawned on me exactly what I was looking at, and I went very cold inside.

My father died of cancer when I was 19 years old. It was April of 1995, and his death kicked off a whole adventure to get him back home. It was vitally important to him that he be buried on the reservation and in the family plot. He was pretty much penniless at the end, living on social security disability; and the cancer took its time. He had several months to contemplate the end. He would beg whomever would listen to get his body back to the family plot. I lot of people said yes, but only my mother really stepped up after he passed. She made all the arrangements, and she figured out the plan.

He died in Puyallup at the Good Samaritan Hospital and the graveyard is just outside Pocatello, Idaho. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a good two days drive. We drove the whole way there with a Uhaul trailer in tow — his body inside a glorified cardboard box with mothballs — personally bringing his last remains to their final place of rest. We broke down on the way and my mother fixed a leaking radiator hose with plastic bags and chewing gum on the side of lone highway in the dead of night. There were scraps, drunken encounters with the police, the shooting of guns and drinking of champagne by his grave, and a lot of thinking. All and all, I’m sure the old man wouldn’t have had it any other way.

It been 23 years now since we put him into the ground and said good bye. That family plot is so far out into the country, I didn’t know if I would ever find it again. To see a photo of it and get GPS coordinates today was just surreal.

As all children of departed parents, I often think about my dad, Irvin Jeff Phippeny. I really wish that he had gotten a little more time to see that kind of human being I grew into. When he died, I was a lost punk of 19. I’m sure that he would beam with pride, if he were still with us, and exhaust everyone with boasting stories about his son in Berlin, Germany: linguistic genius and computer wizard. The old man loved to exaggerate. Where ever you are dad, I’ll never stop missing you.

“Memories of you I will always keep,
God saw you were tired and put you to sleep.”

Here’s the obit my mom wrote him. I don’t totally agree with it, but it’s still a powerful piece of writing and it seems fitting to throw it back out into the world:

“Irvin Jeff Phippeny
I AM A BANNOCK INDIAN My forefathers were warriors. Their son is a warrior. I have danced my last warriors’ dance with death. I am a dinosaur in the 20th century. I am a man caught between two worlds. The world of my ancestors and the world of the white man. I have mourned a lifetime for the loss of my people, my culture, my religion and way of life. They have vanished as snow before a summer sun. There are no full bloods left in my tribe. I am a breed and my only son’s blood is even more diluted. I pray to my mother, the earth, that my war with the white man dies with me and my son is spared my pain. In my sorrow, O Great Spirit hear my cry, reunite me with my people and heal my heart, from this pain of separation. Let the memory of my tribe become a myth among the white man. For the white man would rather study the past than be present for the flash of the firefly in the night, the breath of the buffalo in the winter time or the beating of his heart in the silence of the dawn. Graveside services and interment will be at Lincoln Creek, Fort Hall Indian Reservation, Idaho.”

Pub Date: 4/27/1995