Wednesday, May 4

We're number 17! We're number 17!

I threatened I would recycle email if I had to...

I received a long message from idealistic young friend of my nephew whose family fled Iran after the revolution. He had read an article that claimed that American students placed seventeenth in some ranking of international educational achievement and wondered:

If American no longer has the most talented students, how does it hope to keep its edge in the computer world, or is this the same as what happened in the past like the textile industry?

As is my wont, I told him not to worry about his original concern, that there were more worrisome things to think about:

That's a pretty good question, and I don't think I have a good answer. It's certainly possible that America won't hold its edge in the computer world, for this and perhaps other reasons.

The textile industry is not a good example though, since textiles are the most primitive industrial product. If you lead in textiles, by definition your country is poor (has a very low wage rate).

The right way to think about competitiveness, as a nation or for smaller organization, is as a complicated ecosystem, with lots of complex interacting mechanisms. One of the important ingredients, no doubt, is the quality (and quantity) of the active "elite" labor force. By elite I mean the managers and inventors, not the ones on the production line. The quality of the non-elite labor force is an important factor as well, but that discussion is for another day.

The quality of the elite labor force might seem to be primarily a function of the educational system, requiring well-prepared young students, an expert older generation as teachers, the proper organization to select, recruit and train the students, and an infrastructure of patient employers to give new graduates appropriate early experience. But that's not the only way to get your elite workforce!

In 1930 the United States had none of these advantages in the sciences (e.g., nuclear physics). It was a backwater where gifted students had to leave the country (for England or Germany) to get a good education. By 1940 (the beginning of WWII) the US was the undisputed leader in almost every major scientific field. How did that happen? Simple: the best scientists created by the remarkable scientific establishments of Central Europe (which had taken 100 years to create), fled their countries and came to the US as refugees.

It's true that by an accident of history, the US subsequently created a wonderful educational system for the scientific elites of the world. We took those grand old men (those central european refugees), after the war and used our money to build a great scientific establishment around them, which was eventually inherited by the successors they trained. America's leaders created this establishment, somewhat absentmindedly, because it occurred to someone that it was one more tool to fight global communism. But this system trained as many foreigners (I'm speaking of advanced degrees), quite deliberately, as it did natives.

My point is that the US competitive advantage was never really that it had the best students. It usually didn't. Its competitive advantage was this: if you were a certain type of person, the US was a better place to live your life. Not that the food was better or the people were nicer, or the cities were prettier. But if you wanted to be left alone or be given a chance (or a second chance), America was the place to be.

Our students can sit and watch TV all day if in the end all the ambitious and restless people of the world come here. They have done so for 350 years. The question is: will they stop coming?

This could the basis for a pretty good Simpson's episode, don't you think? I mean, start with Bart and Homer being their lazy good-for-nothing selves; cut to desperate immigrants climbing over razor wire and crawling through miles of cruel desert; subsequently living in squalor and working in humiliating and grindingly hard jobs in order to put their children through school. One child becomes a doctor who treats Homer's donut overdose and Bart's videogame repetitive stress disorder. Homer and Bart make cruel fun of doctor's accent, laugh heartily.

Don't like that? I've got a million others.

Happy belated birthday, recondite!

Recondite was eleven months old yesterday, and I didn't even post. I'll post today, even if I have to recycle random scraps of email.

Sunday, April 3

For Free (Ode to Open Source)

I don't know why I'm so tempted to write stuff like this. Apologies to Joni Mitchell.
I slept last night in Los Altos Hills
I went shopping today for Treos
The GIFs brightly beamed on my hand-held's screen
While I checked in upon my Keoghs
I was sitting in a quiet corner
Sniffing at my latte steam
In the Starbucks he sat
And coded like that
On his own laptop for free

Now me I hack for options
And that fancy in-house lunch
I've got a new M5
And a company masseuse
To work-out my shoulder's hunch
I hack if you have the money
Or if you're a top VC
But that unkempt guy
Didn't sell, didn't buy
He was coding real good for free

Nobody stopped to watch him
Though he coded clean and tight
They knew he would never make
Stuff for their PC
So they ignored his download site
I meant to go over and sell him some tools
Maybe make him my licensee
I watched, feeling foolish
As my venti got coolish
He was coding real good for free

Zork on my cellphone

(Don't) Hear the music

Long drive today, the traffic made terrible by the spring rains and the end of spring break. Stopped into Starbucks to get caffeine, and surprised myself by buying a Joni Mitchell CD; her so young and winsome on the cover. How did I forget how much I liked her lyrics? It made me think of my commuter marriage:

Oh you are in my blood like holy wine
And you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you
I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
I'd still be on my feet
And it made me think of the life I've just given away for an interesting job:
I was a free man in Paris
I felt unfettered and alive
There was nobody calling me up for favors
And no one's future to decide
You know I'd go back there tomorrow
But for the work I've taken on
Stoking the star maker machinery
Behind the popular song
On second thought, I probably should have listened to George Thorogood & The Destroyers — better to be bad to the bone than maudlin.