Month: October 2015

Problem Solving: Rich Roll Interviews Sailesh Rao

On a recent Rich Roll Podcast, Rich Roll (the host) interviewed Sailesh Rao. It’s a podcast episode worth listening to.

I’m going to try to summarize the salient points from memory, but here’s what you need to know: Sailesh Rao is an engineer who did some amazing stuff that I don’t really understand before becoming convinced of the threat of climate change. He worked briefly with Al Gore (translation: gave Al Gore’s presentation) but thought that Gore’s analysis of the causes wasn’t — and these are my words now — deep enough. So, he went on to found a group he calls Climate Healers.

Spoiler alert: there is a lot of criticism of animal agriculture and cheerleading of veganism in the first part of the podcast. And, since I’m also frequently plant-based, I think it’s worth listening to.

If the rah-rah veganism bit is not for you, the podcast is still worth listening to. In fact, it’s the second part of the interview that I recommend.

In the second part of the interview Sailesh recounts efforts that Climage Healers made to help rural Indians use less wood when cooking their food. To me, the amazing insights were hearing the iterations of his designs for first a solar-stove, and then a more efficient stove, and then. . . well, the solution that seemed to work best was shockingly simple. (I say ‘seemed to’ because, at the time of the taping they had not yet returned to India to measure uptake of their solution.)

The takeaway from the whole thing for me is that having a better idea is not enough. What is required is a better idea that people like more.

In fact, the Climate Healers home page has this quote from Buckminster Fuller on it, that seems to sum the lesson up well:

You never change things by fighting the existing reality.
To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.

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Passed!

Look at this guy, doesn’t he look happy?

Photo of me in front of the Federal Network Agency
Happy guy!

That’s a photo of my from last Wednesday. It was taken in front of the “Federal Network Agency for Electricity, Gas, Telecommunications, Post and Railway” here in Dresden. The reason I’m so happy in this photo is because it shows me just after taking — and passing — my ‘class E’ (Einsteiger — Beginner, or Amateur) amateur radio test!

It doesn’t mean that I’m a ham, yet. I had to apply for a callsign (which also costs money! — as did the test!) but that should be coming any day now and I’ll be able to get on the airwaves.

I still have a ways to go with this: I’ll need to learn Morse code (I’m thinking of making an app for this, as it seems like I’d learn the code in the process of testing it, and I am strangely fascinated by app creation at the moment) and I have to (read: want to) study up for the advanced class, so that I can use more of the short wave frequencies.

Still, look how happy that guy is! He’ll be just as happy when he gets his callsign in the mail one of these days.

When Runners Don’t

I identify strongly with running. Sometimes, I love the act of running itself: getting out and feeling the joy of confidence in my own strength. Moving through the woods, breathing in the air, being a part of what is around me.

Running, I’ve come across deer and foxes and felt tied into their ‘more natural’ world.

I’ve found myself up to my ankles in mud as I tried to make some paths of my own, and felt the thrill of persevering when I knew that the ‘old Toby’ would have rather quit and gone home.

I wasn’t born a runner. I was born a quiet bookworm, and I like that guy, too. But, somehow, I got it into my head that I could become a runner, and I did. Running is one of the few areas in my life where I decided who I was before I became that guy. It was an act by which I defined myself, instead of letting genes and happenstance define me.

And then I hurt my foot.

The esteemed doctors wife and Google consulted and decided that I had an inflamed tendon in my foot. Not super painful, but enough that I wanted to get off my feet. (It didn’t help that I tried to run through it the first several weeks, before consulting the aforementioned doctors.)

The doctors prescribed, among other things, rest. Of course, I can still go to work, but running has been out of the question.

Now, I’m wondering how I ever found time in my day to run as much as I did. The blocks of time that had been reserved for running have been absorbed by. . . well, nothing. The day-to-day drag from which I slowly and carefully carved blocks of time set aside for me and my running shoes absorbed that time again before I even realized it.

I stopped listening to Geeks in Running Shoes, because it seemed to be a podcast about how they weren’t training. Who wanted to hear that? Now, I’ve become someone who wants to think of himself as a runner, but doesn’t.

Who am I, then?

HAM Radio

I’m preparing for a test. A test that I, at 35 years old, will voluntarily take on this coming Wednesday. A test that I have about a 70% chance of passing.

That’s right: I’m trying for an amateur radio license here in Germany.

It’s unfortunate that the test also happens to be in German, but, my German is pretty good. The weak link in all of this preparation is my discipline. After all, I should be doing practice tests right now, not writing this.

For the last several weeks, I’ve been walking around with little note cards. On them have been everything from Ohm’s law (“E = I * R”, but in German “U = I * R”) to the frequencies of the 3cm-band in Germany (10 – 10.5GHz).

I’m not even super motivated to get on the radio and start collecting QSL cards, though I’m sure it’s something I will do. So, why am I doing this?

Well, for a couple of reasons. My father is a Ham back in the U.S., and it seems to be what he’s best able to talk about, so I’d like to have a bit more conversation with him, even if it’s about antennas. Further, it seems like a chance to get an in with technically minded people. I’d like to do various Arduino and electronics projects, and for that, I’d like to have some people I can bounce ideas off of in real life. In the local amateur radio club, I’ve found a group of people who don’t seem to get tired talking about soldering.

And that’s valuable.

Lastly — and maybe this is the real reason –. I don’t want to believe that I’m finished learning. More than being a Ham, my father was aways an inspiration to me in the fact that he never stopped learning. I’d like my own kids to see me doing that, and I’d like to chuck up my own confidence a bit that I’m up to learning things even at this ‘advanced age.’

So, as Wednesday comes closer, think of me, and watch for me to start ending my posts here with 73.*

* I’m not going to do that! It’s how conversations in Morse code are ended and how many Hams — not just my father, but the ones I’ve had email communication with here in Germany — end their emails as well.

Writing For An App

So, as I move towards a sort of beta (at what point does software become beta?) of the app, I’m becoming more and more frightfully aware of the fact that I’m going to need content to display my idea.

And isn’t that where so many great ideas die?

The idea for the app is great. And, to be perfectly objective, the very general idea I have for content is great: a child talking about how his father goes to work when the child would rather he stayed home, followed by work described by a child who’s only ever been able to ask his Papa about it. And, at the end, the child asks the Papa “Why do you go to work if it’s so bad?” And the Papa can say, “Well, I don’t really like the work. But, I get money if I go, and there are a lot of things I like to do with you — from simple things like eating, to more fun things like going to the swimming pool — that I can only do with money.”

And, yeah, that long last sentence is currently how it goes. I’m not crazy about it (translation: I know it’s bad).

That’s what I’m talking about. As I write, I try my hardest to not think about the need to illustrate everything, but it’s not working. I write three sentences and think “I don’t know what should be happening on the screen during this time.” And the story suffers, because I seem to feel a need to work in as many things that I can get a doodle for as possible.

It’s not good writing. And it’s not going to make it into the app. What I’m wondering is whether it’s an inevitable step in the development process.

Why I Program

As I begin moving towards app development — and, believe me, the thought that that might really happen is pretty shocking to me — the thing I find myself explaining to other people more than anything else is why I started programming.

There are a number of possible answers: I was a peripheral member of the techie-clique in high school, and, in a sense, it’s a matter of getting back to my roots. Every day I teach English to people who think very technically and having a few technical pursuits of my own gives me an insight into how they think.

More than anything else, though, it’s the same reason I like to try my hand at writing: the more I ‘consume’ software, the more ideas I have for new software. It’s like reading a great novel and then thinking, “I’d like to write a story with characters like that, but as students.” To my way of thinking, the logical next step is to fire up the word processor and start writing. Or, in the case of software, to try my hand at a little code.

And, that brings me to the greatest benefit of trying to program: I like to think it’s strengthened my theory of mind for computers. It’s clearly anthropomorphism to think of computers as ‘thinking,’ but I feel like it’s a pretty natural reaction to have to them. For a long time, I’ve annoyed (or thought I was annoying) my techie friends with questions like “Why can’t a computer automatically tag the people in my photos?” or “How hard is it to make a computer understand that open can be both an adjective and a verb?” And, while I haven’t found answers to those questions, my introduction to programming has given me a sense of what a computer can do easily (translation: I can do the code for it) and what is more difficult (everything else.)

This experience is what made me think that my idea for a story-telling app was pretty feasible. It’s what made me realize that making an app somehow understand (read: react to) the outraged outbursts of my kids when it made ‘mistakes’ in telling the story was way out of my league. But, seriously, why couldn’t I create something that would tell one of the many wacky stories that I tell my kids, but with simple animations (look, I just added something to the picture!) and touch response? It seemed reasonable!

I don’t know that I’ll ever make a dime off programming. And I’ve spent enough time teasing my father about his hobbies to know that children are seldom impressed by the ‘skills’ of their parents (unless you can kill a bear with your bare hands, that’s always impressive), so this seems to be something I’m doing for me. Nonetheless, it’s something I’ve definitely benefited by.

Why Minecraft

I had stopped thinking of myself as a gamer. That was something I did (a lot) in high school, and a little less in college. In the meantime, I was married, had a job.

And my brother started talking about multiplayer Modern Warfare. I think it was Modern Warfare 3. Innocently, I asked “If I got the PC version, could I play and talk with you?” After all, it’s fun doing stuff with him, even if it’s virtual stuff. You probably already know the answer: the PC version couldn’t talk to the xBox version.I’d need an xBox.

My brother is cool enough that I was willing to get an xBox in order to play with him. We still play 3D shooters together, and even got my sister to get her own console so that she could join us in beating up aliens in Halo and Destiny.

But I have kids.

I could only play after they were in bed, or as they were going to bed. After all, violence and all that.

And the kids really wanted to play. I mean really. They saw that Papa was doing something, and they wanted to be a part of it.

Then I heard about how Minecraft is used in schools to teach reasoning, logical thinking and the like. And I thought, at the very least, it’s something I can do with my kids, rather than sending them out of the room.

We started with Pocket Edition (the version for your mobile phone) and quickly needed to pay for a copy on my wife’s phone so that she could play along. The kids weren’t great at it — not by my standards — but they loved it. At thirty-five years old, I think it’s fun to play a game where I can make actual changes in my environment. My will made reality! Imagine how a six-year-old feels!

It didn’t take long for me to begin lusting after the xBox One edition. It did more, it was the version that Stampy Longnose used (the kids and I started watching videos about Minecraft together probably on the same day that we started playing together), and — I told myself — I’d be able to see what the kids were doing at a glance, rather than having to ask them to show me the device in their hands. (The ones who play are six and four, I still get to hover, right?)

Here’s the thing, though, I quickly had to start my own world, because I was tired of them messing up the stuff I was trying to do. I still play with them in their world, but when it’s just me playing, I find myself playing my own world. Sure, they’re allowed to see what I’ve done and they ask me to build the same stuff in their world, but hands off my world!