|I wonder when the first corporation will declare war? It's not that inconceivable. Guns and ammunition are already made by private companies. And the U.S. has used private military contractors in the recent past. So the equipment and skill is there.
There's certainly a question about legality, but I feel like that's not all that hard to circumvent. It probably won't be much longer before the first company establishes their corporate headquarters on an oil rig in the middle of the ocean. It's kind of already happening. It's not that much of a stretch for a "service economy" company like Google to simply build a few floating platforms in the world's oceans and continue to rake in cash while also continuing to avoid paying taxes. I'd say the incentive is right there.
The final thing would be motive, and I think a perfect example of that is the recent Sony hack. A giant corporation has little or nothing to gain from a legal investigation and subsequent trial. But they have everything to gain by preventing hacks from happening in the first place, both by increasing their network security and by personally attacking offending parties. Plus, it wouldn't take a D-Day invasion to take down a group of computer hackers. It would take a Seal Team 6 type of group, but without the legal niceties and Geneva Conventions that sovereign nations have to follow. Businesses are already considering this.
In short, the next major development in warfare will be Company X vs. Nation Y.
Update: Scott Adams wrote the same exact thing a few days after me. #business
|One of the unsettling things about religion is that it causes people to inconsistently utilize logic across different subject areas. No reasonable person, for example, learns how to drive a car but then suddenly decides to attempt to decelerate by slamming on the gas pedal. Logic consists at least partly of adhering to facts. Famous Christian Joel Osteen said, "Choose faith in spite of the facts." I have a problem with that line of thought. Facts are what allow us to store knowledge. They are the result of our observations and experiences. You can't just ignore facts because they contradict your worldview. That is profoundly narrow-minded and wrongheaded.
I say all this because I used to employ this religious peculiarity. It bothered me that I had an education and was in a profession that valued causes and effects, while in my free time I hoped an invisible sky fairy would grant me my wishes. I've known tons of religious people who are otherwise extremely intelligent, but who persist in fencing off one part of their brain to devote to mythology and magic. It would be better if it was just the idiots and the children who believed in things they couldn't see and couldn't hear and couldn't prove. But it's more like the majority of adult, sentient humans. That's scary. #religion
|Do no harm
|I was thinking it would be kind of cool if there was something like the Hippocratic Oath, but for everyday life. I was falsely under the impression that the Hippocratic Oath says "do no harm," but I was wrong. Either way, I was thinking there should be an oath like that. But then I thought, why not just exactly that? Do no harm. I feel like that perfectly sums up how to be an adult, a co-worker, a spouse, a citizen, a student, a human. Do no harm. Don't hurt people. Don't cause pain. Don't be abusive. Don't be mean. Don't cheat, steal, rape, kill, pillage, plunder. Don't be a dick.
I feel like a good starting point for introductory bipedal primate morality would be just that: Do no harm. Everything follows from that. #psychology
|Right to die
|There's been some stuff in the news lately about a person's right to die, plus the obligatory condemnation of that idea by the religious authorities. I'm not personally pro-suicide, but I think people should be free to do what they want with their own lives. I think the Declaration of Independence should say, "Life, Liberty, the pursuit of Happiness, and Death." What greater freedom is there than deciding how to live your life, and by extension, how to die? I realize suicide is a touchy subject, but this really isn't about suicide. It's typically about terminal illness and allowing a person to regain a little dignity in a situation that depletes it. Scott Adams has quite a bit to say on the topic, and I don't disagree with any of his points. Overall, I think it's odd when people who aren't affected by something end up rallying against it. You can think and feel what you want, but don't take away someone's freedom just because you don't agree with their choice.
Related: How to die. #lifestyle
|I was watching an episode of the Sopranos the other day, and some of the guys in the mafia murdered one of their own guys because he was gay. The reasoning behind the murder was a combination of religious views and familial and/or masculine propriety, i.e. "It just ain't right." I realize this is a TV show, and I recognize the fact that not all people who subscribe to a certain belief system take things to the same extent. But I can't help but notice that religion created that hate. The propriety side of it was simply an extension of the religion. Remove the religion, and the hate has nothing to stand on. #religion
|How I bought a car
|My 2004 Toyota Camry hit 200,000 miles recently, and I didn't feel like dealing with the potential problems that could occur with a car of that "experience level", so I was in the market for a new car. Obviously buying a new car is a unique process. You can't go to a car store and simply try out the various product offerings from different car companies. You have to do research to figure out what you want. Or alternatively you could simply drive to the nearest car dealership and talk to a salesperson whose sole objective is to charge you as much as he/she possibly and legally can while making you believe you didn't just get robbed.
So naturally I did my research. I figured out what I wanted, which happened to be a combination of all-wheel drive and good gas mileage. There's really only one choice for those things, and that's a Subaru. I decided on the mid-sized Legacy, and chose the trim level and color I wanted. I got some price quotes from places like Cars.com and Edmunds so I would know what I could expect to pay. Then I priced out my trade-in at Kelly Blue Book and Edmunds. I even downloaded an app on my phone that calculated a monthly payment for a car loan given a purchase price, trade-in value, tax rate, down payment, APR, and loan term.
The next step was visiting dealerships, which is arguably the most unpleasant part of the car-buying process. Seriously. I already went through the selection process and the options pricing and whatnot. The only thing missing from these websites is a "Buy It Now" button. I'll drive to a dealership; I don't care. Just don't make me deal with salespeople. Anyway, the few dealerships I went to did the same sort of spiel:
I realized quickly that salespeople are sociopaths who manipulate buyers with a few tried and true techniques:
- Here are the options we have in stock.
- We can order whatever options you want, but it'll take 6-8 weeks.
- Here's the MSRP and here's what we want to charge you.
- Here's a somewhat crappy offer on your trade-in.
- Your monthly payments will be [X], though we won't tell you the APR or loan term up front.
I was astute enough to recognize when these tactics were being used on me, but I wasn't powerful enough to avoid getting sucked in. I drove away from one dealership feeling a little bad that I didn't buy anything, because it was a good offer and I liked the sales guy. But then I felt stupid that I felt anything at all; it was a potential financial transaction, not a hug.
- "We're barely making any money on this deal."
- "Let me go in the back to talk to my sales manager."
- "No other dealership will give you this price."
- "This offer is only valid right now."
- "All other dealerships are terrible except ours."
I finally happened upon what amounted to a volume dealer that paid their salespeople a salary and had a very simple pricing formula: Invoice plus 2%. After lowering my expectations a little by suggesting they might not be able to get me a good deal on my trade-in, they got me a good deal, and I bought from them with no hassling or stupid salesmanship.
Bottom line: Buy cars from volume dealers like Bill Kolb. #business
|Explaining modern activities
|Some activities in modern middle class life seem like they'd be difficult to explain to somehow who lives on the other side of the globe, or even someone who lived 50 or 100 years ago. Case in point is last weekend's mud run. I'm trying to envision explaining to a poor, dirt-covered villager the idea of running (willingly) through mud (for fun) while climbing over obstacles (for no purpose) while also paying a large amount of money to do so. In what universe does that make sense?
It's similar with camping: Let's go trudge through the woods with heavy equipment and crappy food in our bag, then sleep on the hard ground while trying not to catch an insect-borne disease.
Or apple-picking: Instead of buying moderately-priced apples from one of many local stores, let's go walk around a muddy farm, pick the apples ourselves, try to avoid yellow jackets, then pay several times more than they're worth simply for the experience.
Sometimes it seems like we've removed most of life's major obstacles and so feel the need to occasionally reintroduce them. #lifestyle
|I just ran my first Tough Mudder yesterday. For the uninitiated, it's a 10-ish mile obstacle run through mud. The obstacles are things like walls and ramps that require teamwork to complete. It's not really a competition unless you want it to be. My five-person team completed it in around 3.5 hours.
My first observation is this: Damn, white people sure do like their mud runs. This is something I first noticed a few years ago. The Tough Mudder came to town, and then a bunch of mom-and-pop races followed suit. And I don't know if it's because of the demographic in my area or the friends I have on Facebook, but it seems like the only people who do mud runs are white. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but damn.
The race itself wasn't all that terrible. It's the farthest distance I've ever run at one time, and I didn't run out of stamina. The obstacles were mostly fun. I'm in moderate physical shape by doing weight training and running, so it was rewarding to be able to use my strength to climb up walls and ropes and help other people do the same. One obstacle consisted of jumping into a pool of ice water, which didn't turn out to be as bad as I'd thought. I was already cold and wet, and despite some brief hyperventilation, it wasn't that bad.
The electrical shock as the final obstacle was fairly bad. You had to run through dangling wires and jump over hay bales. I made it over the first set of hay bales while getting shocked pretty hard, and the next thing I remembered was the pain of my face hitting the mud, which was after the second set of hay bales. Apparently I blacked out and continued moving, which was good I guess, but also kind of unsettling because I didn't realize you could black out by getting electrically shocked.
The weather was rainy and in the 50s. The rain didn't matter because everyone got wet anyway. But the temperature was a struggle. It's difficult being shivering cold for three hours (and then blacking out by getting shocked with electricity). It wasn't as cold as it could've been, but I wouldn't have minded if it was 75 or so.
I'm not sure if it was a New Jersey thing or what, but the lines were stupidly long. I realize it's a popular event and it's a crowded state, but I didn't expect the first obstacle to be standing around in the cold rain for an hour before the race actually started. And they kept getting our hopes up and making us wait some more. It was a little demoralizing. Several of the obstacles had long lines too, which was annoying when you were trying to keep warm by running, only to have to stop to stand around in cold puddles.
The end of the event was kind of poorly done. The organizers (and participants) kept talking about the free beer and headband you got as you crossed the finish line. But when you're cold and wet and exhausted, all you really want is something warm and dry like a giant bonfire or a heated pool to wash some of the mud off. Instead we stood around shivering holding our ice cold beers, trying to get the mud out of our eyes after faceplanting unconscious.
I realize that's a lot of complaints for a completely voluntary activity, but that's kind of my thing. All in all, it was a fun experience, and I would consider doing it again in slightly warmer weather. #sports
|UK plus and minus
|Traveling to Scotland made it easy to see some everyday differences between the US and the UK. For example, here are some things they do better:
I make note of these things because they legitimately impressed me, but also because I try not to be overly enthusiastic about supposed American exceptionalism. That said, here's what the UK does poorly:
- Hallway lights with motion detectors that shut off after a certain amount of inactivity.
- Bathroom fans that run for a few minutes after you leave.
- Drink measurements. There's a difference between a medium glass and a large glass of wine.
- Paying the check at a restaurant. You can pay on your way out or they can bring a wireless credit card reader.
- Gas mileage. Our ridiculous little rental car got 45 mpg.
- Sinks. For some reason, almost all sinks in Scotland had a cold spout and a hot spout. How are you supposed to get warm water?
- Shower enclosures. It was common to see a glass door that only covered half the length of the shower. The obvious and immediate result was that water went everywhere.
- Door locks and knobs. My favorite example was this one hotel where the lock was located under the knob, and it wasn't obvious which orientation the metal key should be in, and the knob was about two feet off the floor.
- Road sign size and distance from turn. If I can't see what the sign says until I'm making the turn, how am I supposed to make the turn?
- Lack of screens on windows. This was an issue in Italy too. Isn't it a relatively established fact that window screens reduce the spread of insect-borne disease by like eleventy billion percent? They at least would've prevented that giant spider from crawling across my pillow. True story.