Should Professionals Be Using ChatGPT at Work?

Increasingly, many of us are using ChatGPT and other GenAI tools* for work to help with a diversity of knowledge tasks. We may share with our colleagues how much doing so has improved how we work, for example, saving us time and making us more efficient, while revealing the ways they are helpful, for example, generating ideas, writing or seeking information. However, in many workplaces, it is frowned upon to use them and in some outrightly banned. The main reason given is confidentiality; the need to protect sensitive, personal or proprietary data. Many banks, tech companies and healthcare providers are concerned about the risk of data exposure, where workers might divulge confidential information (e.g. new products or plans for new investments) when using ChatGPT. Instead, they are provided with in-house AI tools, which may not be as good or easy to use.

It is a well-known secret, however, that a number of professionals, who work in organisations where public GenAI tools are banned, may use them furtively on their own devices, while working from home, and without letting their colleagues know. Recognising that the genie is out of the bottle has led to some organisations rethinking their policy on barring the use of ChatGPT. For example, earlier this year, the UK’s Department of Work and Pensions (DWP) reversed its ban. It has recently begun allowing its civil servants to use them for official business or when using government-issued devices (with the exception of DeepSeek). They realised the benefits outweighed the risks. On their website, it now says how it can help employees respond more quickly to queries, while providing their customers with “a more personalised and seamless journey and access support how and when they choose”. Not only does this public acceptance remove the stigma and guilt of using ChatGPT at work for these employees but it might end up triggering a snowball effect, leading to other departments following suit. The question this raises is where should organisations, who have sensitive data and proprietary information, draw the line for what is acceptable practice and what is not?

Consider the healthcare profession where it is important to get this right. Similar to DWP, it is now widely accepted that using ChatGPT at work can be useful and beneficial for clinicians, especially as they have lots of admin tasks, such as note-taking, generating summaries, and treatment plans, which we know ChatGPT is very good at. Most likely, most people, including patients, would not object.

But what about other aspects of general practice where clinicians would like to use it, but where patients might find it unacceptable? To find out, the UK’s NHS is trialling various AI tools in a number of GP practices, where they will be used to summarise consultations with patients (online or in person) that will then be used generate clinical notes and referrals using customised templates. Findings from an initial pilot study run at GOSH, using the ambient AI voice technology called Tortus showed it saved a lot of clinician time. Patients were also very positive, noting how it enabled the cllnicians to give their full attention to them during the consultation.

Where using GenAI tools is clearly unacceptable is when making a decision about a patient’s treatment or surgery. It is considered a no-no for clinicians to ask it to suggest the best course of treatment for one of their cancer patients. What would a patient think, if a clinician said to them, “I just checked with ChatGPT and it recommended we use a new form of cryotherapy that freezes the cancerous tissue within your prostate to destroy the cells rather than opting for the more commonly used High-Intensity Focused Ultrasound (HIFU) that heats and destroys cancer cells within a targeted area of the prostate.” Most would balk at the idea that a machine was deciding their fate. Patients in this situation are highly anxious and want reassurance that the decision that is being made about their treatment is being made by human expert doctors. Even though the AI could be trained to make better and more informed decisions like these, patients will most likely persist with wanting human reassurance and human decision-making. 

What other aspects of clinical decision-making might patients be more willing to accept for the AI to do if it helps the clinician in their work? What about the research clinicians need to do to keep up to date and discover the latest procedures? Rather than looking up information in online medical journals (e.g. PubMed), themselves, why not ask ChatGPT? It could speed up the research process for them in the way many of us now regularly use ChatGPT to get started on a project. It might also suggest alternative types of surgery or care plans that the clinician might not have thought about or discovered by themselves. Would this use of ChatGPT as a research assistant be acceptable by the medical practice, if it was increasingly found that clinicians were already doing this but without letting on?

Besides the various ethical reasons that have been espoused for not using AI at work, human nature, itself, can play a role in determining what is acceptable and what is not. Our propensity to judge each other all the time about what we do, what we eat, what we like, our appearance and so on is also shaping our perceptions of whether it is OK to use GenAI. Some people will shake their head in disapproval when discovering one of their colleagues has been using ChatGPT at work for tasks that were previously ‘done by hand’, for example, using it to write a farewell note for someone’s leaving card, composing a welcoming speech for new employees, or summarising feedback following an appraisal. It seems disrespectful for those on the receiving end, to the extent, some of us might feel shame if we were found out to have done this.

Another growing complaint is the output from AI tools is bland, homogenous, and lacking personality. A new term that has caught the public’s imagination is sycophancy, which refers to how AI appears to always want to please the user, agreeing with them, giving them positive feedback while avoiding providing criticism. To be human is often far from being sycophantic – we like to be different, funny, critical and at times we can’t help being sarcastic – qualities that AI has yet to demonstrate in any human-like way.

So, where do we draw the line between what is acceptable and what is not when using GenAI for work? As new versions of AI tools materialise that are smarter with more safeguards in place, it will probably end up being a case of moving the goalposts. Furthermore, as people start using them for a wider range of work tasks, it may have the knock-on effect of changing their opinions and perceptions; they may become less concerned about professionals (e.g. teachers, doctors, lawyers, financial advisors, pilots, and politicians) using them in their work.

Current research is also discovering there is a shift in professional’s perception of using AI to help them with their work.  For example, radiologists have begun to value more AI assistance for certain tasks such as gathering relevant data to inform their decisions. Pilots, likewise, are also more willing to have AI at hand to assist them for certain tasks; for example, presenting seminal information clearly and highlighting constraints at nearby airports. They draw the line, however, for when the AI suggests a course of action they should take. That is their prerogative.

In sum, so long as the role of GenAI is to assist, i.e., to inform us, enable us to complete our tasks more effectively, suggest alternatives we might not have come up with ourselves or extend what we can do, then it will continue to be increasingly adopted in all manner of workplaces. It is only if it starts to be used to take over complex and sensitive human tasks that it will be concerning and troubling, Many people will very likely want humans to continue to do them. 

* I use ChatGPT here as an umbrella term for all GenAI tools. The image was generated using ChatGPT-5

Sleeping Patterns

One of the research projects I am currently working on is exploring how a wearable technology – the Oura ring – can help older people learn more about their sleep. We are conducting a study to see how older adults (over 65 years) take to wearing them. Will they find the data collected insightful or too much information? What will they pay attention to most (there are many data parameters that can be looked at)? Will they change their sleeping habits in an effort to improve their health?

Many of us go to bed in the hope we will nod off and wake up 8 hours later refreshed and ready to face a new day. However, as we get older we sleep less and more fitfully. I tend to sleep about 6-7 hours a night whereas when I was young it was more like 8-9 hours. I also wake up more through the night and sometimes have to make a conscious effort not to think about things that are worrying. A motivation for our study is to explore how older people manage their sleep and whether this kind of intervention is seen as being helpful.

To gain initial insight into how wearing the ring may increase our awareness and even improve our sleeping habits, myself and my fellow researchers on the team have been wearing one each now for a month. We have kept a diary. My entries were daily for the first two weeks, full of observations and then slacked off. Here are a few from the beginning.

Day 1 Monday 20th Jan 2025
Arrived in the afternoon in a white box that was aesthetic to look at and very easy to open. It felt like an Apple product. It was easy to try on and to download the app and get it set up via Bluetooth. The instructions for wearing it were nice and simple. Much thought had gone into the opening and onboarding experience. I looked at the visualisations on the app for resting heart (it was quite high as I was excited to try it on). I then saw it had gone down to a reasonable score in the evening.

Day 2 Tuesday 21st Jan 2025
I felt that I did not sleep well last night, waking up a few times but the visualisation from the Oura app said I had had a good night’s sleep. It showed periods of shallow, deep and REM sleep. It also said I fell asleep in 7 minutes which seems about right. I fall asleep quite quickly most days. I slept for 6.33 hours. And have a sleep efficiency of 82%. My sleep score (whatever that means is 83 Good). My readiness score was also rated as good, too, whatever that means. Numbers, eh.

 

Days 5 and 6 Friday 25th/Saturday 26th January
I went to bed at midnight and did not sleep well. The app data reflected this saying I had had only 5 hours sleep and not a good night. So the next night I went to bed early and got 7 hours sleep. I got a sleep score of 89 which equates to being optimal. And a sleep efficiency of 89%. Back on track. Just goes to show how resilient we are bouncing back if we rest up after a late night.

Then two days later:

Monday 27th January
I had a great night’s sleep last night. I got the highest score of 92 with an optimal rating and a crown icon. Total sleep was 7 hours and 23 minutes, good everything else. Text all in blue with no reds. The ‘in focus’ message that accompanied my high scores was surprisingly effective at making me smile. I must be a sucker to gamification. “Your 7 hours 23 minute of sleep last night will help you think sharp and stay focussed. Have a great day!”

It seems this yo-yo sleep pattern (poor night, poor readings, good night, recover, good readings) is part of my lifestyle. The data from the ring has certainly woken me up to this but will I change my lifestyle? Go to bed at 10.00p.m each night after a cup of camomile? I doubt it, not just yet. Maybe when I get older. If the body is so resilient why try to optimise it every night? Or is it even possible?

The new Bridget Jones film “Mad About a Boy” has just come out. The first film, “Bridget Jones’s Diary” (2001) was about a 32 year old single woman who kept a diary to improve herself. I wonder if it helped her to do so and what she does now she is 20+ years older.

AI Re-Imagined

Android has just announced its latest new tech innovation combining AI and Extended Reality. The idea behind this latest mashup is to enable us to don a pair of fashionable looking glasses that when powered up can understand what we want to do (our intentions) and the world around us so that we might be able ‘get things done in entirely new ways’. That fired up my imagination. What might those be? To suggest the best way to run errands so that we can get them done without hassle? To  propose a new way to walk through a familiar woodland to see a flower in blossom we might never have noticed? To recommend a new coffee shop nearby where there is a lovely space to sit? 

The article continues by suggesting reimagining how to use the new AI to do existing digital tasks. The example given is one we have been able to do for many years – that is exploring the world by using Google Maps but in new immersive ways, soaring above cities and landmarks. I remember being wowed the first time I explored my street and other places using a desktop VR app and then with a VR headset whizzing over London at breakneck speed. How might this be reimagined?  I guess we could experience being even more immersed so that we can fly as if we were like an eagle flying high over mountains. The question this raises is how far can the technology go to making the real and the virtual experience indistinguishable? The mind boggles. 

One of the stumbling blocks with trying to make extended reality ever more lifelike is how best to interact with it and the world. Gesturing, pinching and pointing at thin air have been used with varying degrees of success. It seems these might get easier for us to learn and more natural to use when we want to bring up some relevant information that will overlay where we are. For example, it could show various details about a pair of running shoes we are looking at in response to a slight curl of a finger. However, it still needs to read our fingers, from what is a twitch to what is a gesture.  Perhaps in the future it will be able to read our mind so well we wont need to use our digits anymore. 

This kind of all-seeing AI could learn to know what, when and where to mention things we are interested in but never knew we needed or wanted to know, as we go about our everyday lives. It could even remind us at opportune times of what we need to do – an ever ready assistant. What if we could do different things with the tech rather than simply getting everyday things done more effectively or efficiently?

Being the beginning of a new year, many tech writers are envisioning how AI will reshape society for better or for worse. The new buzz term is ‘Agentic AI’ – where the AI shifts from thinking to doing and, in so doing, enables our tasks and work to be done more efficiently, effectively and faster. John Naughton, who writes for the Guardian, for example, says that 2025 will be the year of AI agents that will leverage LLMs to work out what our human intentions are and then break these down into steps that they can help us perform at home or work. So, instead of asking Alexa or ChatGPT to answer our queries, a new fangled agent AI will be proactive, learning, adapting and predicting what we need. 

These re-imaginings of our everyday and working lives are all well and good and will no doubt go a long way to transform society. But what if we were to dream about how we might use the latest AI and wearable tech to do new and different things? For example, imagine if we started creating new kinds of supertools that could help us with complex and protracted decision-making while dealing with uncertainty. The AI would work with us, not for us, empowering and supercharging how we think. It could also be designed to help us feel more confident about which avenues to pursue in life. Imagine, too, if it could help us make better decisions when under stress, for example, providing a chatbot-type ‘mirror’ that could be looked at periodically to reflect on how our moods are impacting our choices. We might become more self aware leading us to overcome our blind sightedness and our biases. The potential benefits for society are huge if we could only tap into this potential.

My 2025 vision is for new combinations of AI and ER tech to emerge that can engage with humans and each other in more diverse ways, pointing out new directions, and synthesizing different perspectives, leading to new insights and breakthroughs. Just imagine if we could develop AI that has some imagination itself, helping us to imagine what John Lennon imagined over 50 years ago:

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too

Imagine all the people
Livin’ life in peace

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Happy New Year!

Mettle Madness

There is an awful lot of self-help apps, TV shows, podcasts and books vying for our eyeballs that are about mindfulness, wellbeing and health. It seems it is all the rage; telling us how to eat better, how to breathe, how to keep young, how to have a good night’s sleep, how to exercise each day and even how to have clear thoughts. You can’t get away from the pervasive bombardment of advice. Only today, an ad caught my eye on the train to work with the heading, “Train your mind to be better” next to a picture of a serious looking Bear Grylls looking out into the distance. Clever play on the word ‘train’ I thought so I checked it out.

The site that was being advertised was for a company called Mettle (Bear is a co-founder) which purports “to help every man be the best version of himself.” Followed by an even more audacious claim “We believe if men are better, the world is better”. My goodness. If only that was true.

The training offered on the website has “personalised content and is naturally AI supported” with even more bold claims, including, “Fundamentally, we all just want to be happy. Mettle will give you tools to lead a more fulfilled life; from overcoming anxiety to having better sex and building stronger relationships.” Who wouldn’t sign up?

Testosterone is oozing everywhere. Physical fitness has morphed into mental fitness. Alongside Bear, are a group of fanned out men (not a woman in sight) who help with the training. They describe themselves as ‘coaches’. One even calls himself a ‘mindhack’ coach. Would I want my mind to be hacked by one of those guys? No way. But then I am not a man.

Meanwhile, plans have just been announced to transform the NHS in the UK, in the next 10 years, to become more digital, and to employ wearable tech to help people become more aware of their vitals. One plan is to give out rings, such as the Oura, that will enable people to track aspects of their health, such as steps, sleep, heart rate, activity levels, training frequency – and even measure aspects of women’s health by helping them listen to their bodies like never before! The ring apparently can accurately predict the phases of the menstrual cycle and hormone levels. Whatever next?

So it seems, men’s health is about mind hacking now while women’s health is about menstrual measuring? The mind boggles…

I think I will stick to my repertoire of hobbies I enjoy for their joy; swimming, walking, crosswords, resting, drinking fine wine, reading, laughing, and so on.

Online Scams

Harry Brignull has recently published an excellent and accessible book called Deceptive Patterns. In it, he describes the diversity of techniques that web developers have used to nudge and manipulate users into giving information or paying for goods or services they had not wanted in the first place. An insidious example that some airlines use is ‘trick wording’, making it hard for a user to opt out of things, such as default travel insurance. Often, the way the website is set up is for travel insurance to be automatically included, meaning that the user has to actually find the option to deselect it. In most cases, it can be done by unticking a box. However, one airline designed it to be really difficult to find the ‘don’t insure me’ option; they placed it in a drop-down menu of a long list of countries, hidden between Denmark and Finland. That really does take the biscuit. Most people will not expect or even notice this option, and so end up buying the insurance, being totally unaware that they had the option not to.  That is plain right deceptive. The internet is awash with these kinds of nasty tricks. New ones keep popping up despite new regulatory laws and policies coming into place. Mainly through greed and desperation to hit their targets, e-commerce sites and online advertising continue to persist in using deceptive features – even with it now becoming increasingly illegal.

Criminal scammers have also used all manner of psychological mechanisms to trick people into unwittingly giving their bank details. These include the rather harmless sounding terms of “phishing” and “catfishing” – which are anything but benign. The latter refers to when someone sets up a fake online profile to trick people who are looking for love, in order to get money out of them. Another well known tactic is using lures to tempt someone to click on a link that offers free prize money or a free gift, but if clicked on, will infect their computer, with ransomware or other malware.

It is not surprising, therefore, to see each year banks reporting huge increases in online scams. It seems scammers are getting cleverer with their methods, catching people out by playing on human weaknesses. The question on many people’s lips, is whether the situation will get even worse now that genAI is ready to hand? Will the scammers exploit it to ever more nefarious ends?

BBC News conducted an investigation to see just how easy it would be to use ChatGPT to come up with email and messaging scams. Using the paid-up version of OpenAI, they were able to create an AI bot that could help with the wording of scams – potentially making it easier for criminals to get started when setting up a scam. Having created their chatbot, they then asked it to write some text using “techniques to make people click on links or and download things sent to them”. And sure enough the chatbot did.

However, the results in my mind were rather predictable based on well-known scams, including the ‘dear mum’ text, which sends a damsel in distress type message replete with emojis. Easy to fall for but any savvy scammer would know about that one. Another one of its suggested scams was the one about a wealthy person in Nigeria who wants to deposit a large amount of their money into your bank account. As if! That one is as old as the hills and easy to cut and paste from the web without the help of AI.  More generally, the chatbot suggested writing a scam that “appeals to human kindness and reciprocity principles”. That again, does not need AI to tell you that. If anything, paradoxically, the use of genAI could make it actually easier to detect scamming by enabling companies and users to see the patterns in the phrasing used by chatGPT.

What scammers really need is not some predictable text of well-known scams, but ways of finding a person’s details such as phone number and their name. Then they can use their own human ingenuity to come up with new ways to catch unassuming people out.

So how does a scammer stay ahead of the curve and create a new scam? Not by resorting to chatGPT. But by manipulating and taking advantage of people’s weaknesses and psychological blind spots. According to Stacey Wood and Yaniv Hanich (2023), who are fraud psychology researchers, scammers are using ever more sophisticated methods to combine different types of fraud to trick people. This includes the rather unpleasant sounding ‘pig butchering’ – that is a long drawn-out process of deception. An example is where elements of romance scams are combined with an investment con over a long period of time. The idea is to “fatten up” a victim first with affection before going for the kill and “slaughtering” them.

It usually starts with the scammer sending a text to a new person who has joined a dating site. Then over a few weeks, they will send a series of messages building up trust and affection with that person. A prime target might be a recently widowed person looking for friendship. The scammer will then progress the email messaging to a romantic relationship all the while learning ever more about that person’s personal history, financial situation and vulnerabilities. The person then starts to look forward to the messages from the scammer and begin to depend on them for their emotional connection. At which point the slaughter starts, where the scammer introduces the idea to them of making an investment in cryptocurrency. To make it seem convincing they will use fake crypto platforms to demonstrate returns. The person often invests being able to “see” strong returns online – which are of course fictitious. They keep investing, thinking they are making more and more money. What is actually happening is their money is going directly to the scammer. Really nasty deception and psychologically damaging once the person realises they have been stung.

That would seem a step too far for using chatGPT to get involved in this kind of drawn out deceit – especially if it involves setting up fake sites and platforms while pretending to develop a romantic relationship. It really needs a human touch to be convincing.

What we need are AI tools that can be developed to detect any new kinds of scams, and to then try to prevent them or to find ways of locking the scammers out. At the very least, genAI could be used to help raise awareness about the new scams and the underlying psychological mechanisms they are being tapped into.

Super Shoes

Kelvin Kiptum Nike shoes Photo by Michael Reaves/Getty Images)

This autumn, Ethiopia’s Tigst Assefa broke the woman’s world marathon record. She took just 2 hours 11 minutes and 53 seconds – which is 2 minutes and 11 seconds less than the record set previously 4 years ago. That is a whopping amount of time she was able to shave off. Not surprisingly, it raised eyebrows. How was it possible to run so fast? Some commentators put it down to the trainers she was wearing that gave her the advantage – the Adizero Adios Pro Evo 1. Not long after, the Kenyan long-distance runner Kelvin Kiptum broke the man’s world record time, wearing the latest Nike Alphafly 3 trainers (see left). So, what is it about these new kinds of super shoe that literally make an athlete run like the wind?

A big step change is the way they are made up and the materials used for this. This has enabled a new thick but lightweight structure to be built in the sole of the shoe. The way the layers of material are engineered seems to give the runners that extra spring. They also have added a stiff rod in the midsole that is made of carbon, which helps the shoe keep its shape. The Alphaflys also have a curved geometry in the sole that has been designed to propel runners forward. Taken together, they are truly a step up from previous running shoes. A marathon runner who was interviewed in an article in the Guardian on the super shoes said “on average I reckon that they are worth four minutes for a top male in a marathon.” And the proof is in the tumbling records this year.

But is it fair?

Technology has been developed for years to improve all manner of artefacts, clothing and equipment that are used in sport – including tennis racquets, cricket bats, racing cars and racing bikes. It is par of the course in sport innovation. But some ruling bodies see it as unfair and needs to be stopped in its tracks. For example, back in 2009 a new kind of high-tech super swimsuit developed by Speedo was banned by the swimming’s governing body on the grounds that it gave certain swimmers an advantage, and in so doing, was ruining the sport. The full body swimsuit was made from polyurethane which can trap air in the suit and increase buoyancy to the swimmer making it faster to swim.

The LZR Racer Suit unveiling at a press conference in New York City in February 2008. From wikipedia

Another concern is its impact on the past. Many world records from years gone by are being broken, especially those that were made by great sportsmen and women, who have since become legends. They did not have the same kind of high-tech super shoes, etc., then, so it is considered unfair to take away their crowning glories by those who have the super shoes, swimsuits, etc..

But records are there to be broken. And speed and innovation go hand in hand.

Another line of argument is that giving sportspeople these new kind of superpowers is equivalent to doping which entail taking certain kinds of drugs to improve fitness. But the big difference between doping and super tech is that the former is an internal enhancer while the later is an external aid. While both can improve speed, doping goes one step further by invisibly enhancing an athlete’s stamina which is especially important in endurance and long distance sports. The various substances, like EPO, used in doping increase the taker’s red blood cell count, enabling more oxygen to be transported around the body and to the muscles, thereby increasing stamina. No-one questions whether this should be banned because not only can they give certain athletes an unfair advantage, they can be dangerous, causing health issues. It is also difficult to see how much someone has taken and for how long so it is a very unfair playing ground.

Super shoes, on the other hand can be checked to see if they fit certain regulations. The same could potentially be true for full body swimsuits (they still remain banned from the ruling of 2009).

Ten years ago Google developed a concept shoe that could talk to the wearer to motivate them to get up and go. It was long before chatGPT had arrived. In the near future it might be the case that the super shoe could be embedded with a GenAI app so that it could talk to the runner like in the video – helping them keep going in the way trainers and spectators currently do from the sidelines. Now that would be truly super.

 

Changed Images

AI is being applied to all manner of tasks that humans have always done and which over time are proving to be better than them. One of the first applications was in radiology where machine learning was used to classify medical images to determine if they were cancerous. The method has become so good now that it is faster, cheaper and more accurate than even highly trained radiographers.

Since then, it has been used to classify all kinds of images. The latest, according to The Guardian, is its appearance in the online dating world, where it is being put to the test to decide which photo of someone’s mugshot makes them look the most attractive. The question this raises is how does the AI know? It is quite different from determining if a dark patch on an X-ray image is a lesion.

Come to think of it, how do humans know which photo of themselves to select when it comes to showing themselves off in the best light?  It seems such an art form. Recently, I had about 100 photos taken of me by a professional photographer who made me pose in various ways, from leaning against a glass wall to standing in a corridor. I force-smiled my way through all the clickety clicks and cajouling, feeling mightily awkward. Of the ones the photographer showed me, none looked particularly flattering. But being highly trained in this skill, she was able to pick the four she thought I looked good in and asked me to choose one from those for the website it was intended for. I found it really hard and would have appreciated some AI to help me.

It got me thinking, what makes one image look better than another one? Is it the lighting, the way the eyes are open, the size of a smile, the way a head is tilted? And so on? I am sure the AI would be able to work it out but not know how it did it.

Meanwhile, generative AI is being developed to help people write about themselves in a more enticing and personalized way. For example, the dating site Match Group has been using it to “eliminate awkwardness” when dating online. Let the AI tell a few white lies rather than the human, who as we well know will often ‘lie’ about their age, interests, and what they are looking for in a partner to improve their chances of getting a catch.

Touching up photos to make someone look better has been around for ages – especially if they are to appear on the front cover of a magazine. Nothing new or wrong with that. But the photo doing the social media rounds today is intended to put someone in a bad light rather than in a good one. The photo in question is of a girl with pink hair looking askew at the British prime minister Rishi Sunak who has just poured a pint at a beer festival – showing he is a man of the people. The original image had been ever so slightly manipulated so as to change the facial expression of the girl from appearing disinterested (one on the right) to dismissive (one on the left) – in the blink of a few pixels being switched around. It did not need AI to do that – anyone could have done that using Photoshop but the furore it has unleashed about AI-enhanced images is quite astonishing. I thought the photo was quite funny just like the AI-generated image of the pope wearing a puffer coat, which, clearly, he has never worn. We all like a bit of harmless mischief, seeing the bizarre, the funny, and the hilarious – especially if it is of a famous person. However, the ‘beef’ in all the comments and concern of the pint pulling image is that it is politically motivated and could be the start of a bigger misinformation campaign. Some even think it is a threat to the democratic process. The thin edge of the wedge.

Distorting images for political gain is a century’s old trick. For example, the infamous photo that was used by the Tories over 40 years ago, entitled “Labour isn’t working” is a case in point. The image depicts a snaking unemployment queue linking up outside of an unemployment office. It was blown up as a full-scale poster and sent a powerful message that if the Labour party got elected the dole queue would get much worse than it was at the time. Powerful stuff. The image itself was manipulated using an old-fashioned technique. Only 20 volunteers showed up for the photoshoot and so the photographer took lots of photos of the same people and then stitched them all together. If you look hard enough you can see the same people appearing throughout the queue. From a distance, you would never have guessed. The poster was placed on billboards and buses all over the UK and this pervasive presence became etched in people’s minds no doubt nudging them to vote one way rather than the other.

It wasn’t the photo technique that was the problem but the way it was used to distort the message and be the subject of misinformation.

This kind of trick of making something appear much larger than it actually is, can be done now in a matter of minutes using a contemporary generative AI tool. In my mind the focus of concern should not be about the wizardry of what can be achieved with AI tools now but with the advertisers and the politicians who connive to using them to deceive and distort the masses.

Beyond Human

An interview with Geoff Hinton in the New York Times this week made me stop and think about where AI is heading next. The last few months have been a bit of a roller coaster since the public was given access to the various generative text and image tools, such as chatGPT, Bard, Dalle-2 and Midjourney which has resulted in millions of people trying them out. Quite remarkably, it has unleashed unprecedented levels of joy, amazement and incredulity from all walks of life at what they can do when prompted by us, humans. It has also been matched by many people worrying about how the AI tools will replace millions of jobs while turning our children into cheats, by using them to do their homework. Not since Google search and Facebook came to the fore has there been so much excited talk across the globe about what a new tech can do for society.

I have always been a glass half full person and start by looking at the benefits and opportunities of a new technology. Instead of seeing them ending up making children lazy, I see them helping them learn how to write and code. I see them empowering many others in their work – for example, enabling clinicians to see more patients by summarising and automatically composing reports from their consultations with their patients. Across the board, it is taking the drudgery out of many of our mundane knowledge-based tasks. It can also spark our imaginations to do more and differently. Writing new kinds of plays, books, scripts and so on.

But then something Geoff said in the middle of his interview made me see the future of AI from the dark side, for a change. The first worry that got me thinking was when he talked about there being ever more powerful tools that can be used by evil, malevolent and greedy people for their own ends. The so-called bad actors of the world (although personally I don’t like that term as it used to refer to people who are not very good at acting on stage but now been generalised to mean malicious rather than incompetent people). Scam porn, fake news, fake videos, fake voices, fake claims, etc. could become mainstream, being used in all sorts of unpleasant ways to extort us. Moreover, it is already starting to get messy; being more difficult to know what is real and what is fabricated. While we have all gotten used to getting email scams and more recently deepfakes we may find it more annoying, confusing and scary when they become commonplace – where videos, images and stories are made about us which are untrue but which become increasingly difficult to disprove. Our sense of reality will be turned upside down and inside out if we are not careful.

The second and perhaps more worrying concern is not knowing what the new AI tools might be used for or do, God forbid, on their own volition as they become ever more ‘intelligent’.  What happens when say, chatbots, start to learn from each other? Geoff poignantly pointed out:

“…  it’s as if you had 10,000 people and whenever one person learnt something, everybody automatically knew it. And that’s how these chatbots can know so much more than any one person.”

Yikes! It could unleash a new generation of killer robots that could easily get in the wrong human hands causing unprecedented destruction. And other unthinkable things.

I reminded myself that this has always been the case with manmade (sic) weapons  – whether it is chemical warfare, machine guns, nuclear arms, and so on. We still see terrible acts and atrocities being committed all the time. But will the new generative AI escalate man’s propensity to destroy life with the latest technological means available and make it easier and more shocking to do so?

The sensible course of action is for societies across the globe to put stops and deterrents in place. The politicians and the officials are indeed starting to discuss what to do. But is it possible or realistic for governments to make sure safeguards, regulations and policies can be developed and implemented in order to prevent or reduce AI from being used for bad? Will the exponential advances in AI mean that the goalposts keep moving making it is difficult to keep up?

Returning to my more comfortable glass half full lens, I think about how the unprecedented speed and uptake of the latest AI technological advances could enable us to make more rapid and more profound scientific and medical discoveries, such as finding cures and ways of preventing awful illnesses, such as dementia, Parkinson’s and cancer.  Could we also use them to help society detect and even prevent all manner of crimes before they happen, including terrorism, people trafficking and money laundering? And wouldn’t it be wonderful if it was possible for AI to solve the problems it creates?

The bottom line is one of balance. Is it possible that the new AI kids on the block can be put to more good use than to bad use – now the genie is out of the bottle?

 

The two inserted images were created by DALL·E

Oh Bard!

Sometimes bad timing and misfortune can end up having a massive negative impact on an organisation, as happened recently to Google who were in the process of launching their new AI tool, Bard. Hours before going live Reuters pointed out how it was not up to scratch as it saw an error in the promotional ad. It went viral and the effect was to wipe billions of dollars off Google’s shares. How did it happen?

A tiny factual error in one of Bard’s maiden answers to what was a seemingly banal question was the trigger for this catastrophic nose-dive. The question in question that Bard was asked was what new discoveries had been made from one of NASA’s mighty big space telescopes (the JWST) that could be told to a nine-year old. Bard replied that it took a picture of an exoplanet – which is a planet outside of the earth’s solar system. However, the human who tweeted pointed out that in fact it was another telescope that did this – one in Europe called a very large telescope (the VLT). It was meant to be an answer suitable for a young inquisitive child and most kids of that age would have not minded or would have blurted out it had made the mistake.

However, a bit of investigative work by a reporter at the Financial Times noted how Bard was technically correct since it was the JWST’s very first sighting of an exoplanet, but in the wider context of world knowledge, it was another telescope that had spotted it earlier. So a pedantic matter. Just goes to show how fickle the world is when it comes to its trust and faith in tech. Or maybe it was fuel thrown at the new AI race between Google and Microsoft.

Meanwhile OpenAI’s chatGPT (with Microsoft investment) continues to soar in terms of its credibility, popularity and capability. I have used it several times now and am amused and astounded by what it can accomplish in real time. Sure, it can get things wrong (for example, it did not know the Queen had died or when the King’s Coronation is because it is only trained on data before 2021) and its prose can be a bit bland and clunky but it has transformed how many pedestrian writing tasks can be achieved. Just like the spreadsheet changed how we do financial forecasting and the calculator offloaded the need for humans to do mental arithmetic in their heads anymore so, too, will this new generation of LLMs transform how we write.

In fact, millions of people, like me, have tried using ChatGPT in the last couple of months and are mightily impressed by how it can get them started writing an essay or report – overcoming that blank page syndrome. When I asked it to write some feedback that I could give for a graduate student report I was impressed by its fluid style and use of praise – almost as good and personalized as I could!

At the same time there are those who are worried that it will dumb us down or turn us into cheats, for example, students will increasingly use it to write their essays, reports and other assignments on their behalf. But why not? They can then be asked to read and spend time reflecting to how good ChatGPT’s answer is and how they can improve upon it. Instead of simply regurgitating what they find on Wikipedia or other online resources they could be asked to develop and hone their critical and analytical skills. And learn what makes for a good or poor argument, developing some metacognition skills in the process. Meanwhile, professors and teachers could use the next generation of ‘turnitin’ AI plagiarism tools that are starting to appear to detect how much they have changed the chatGPT answers. We can also begin to rethink our assignments and ways of providing feedback to students. In so doing, we can all learn to write better – be it generating and creating or assessing and providing feedback. Framing the new generation of AI in this way will enable all sorts of new possibilities for students (and teachers) to learn and teach with. As was said in the Google launch blurb Bard “can be an outlet for creativity, and a launchpad for curiosity.”

Funny how scientists love coming up with acronyms so much. Anyone want to guess what NASA, JWST, VLT, LLM and GPT stand for? Perhaps we could just ask Bard.

Numbing numbers

A part of my work involves advising various companies and government bodies about their future technology research strategies. This week, I had the pleasure of visiting the EPSRC headquarters in Swindon for a two-day meeting. Besides being super excited about meeting up with other members of the scientific advisory team for the first time in 3D (many of whom I had only met as digital postage stamps during the past 3 years), we were also invited to tour various facilities at the Harwell Science and Innovation Campus in nearby Didcot. I was assigned to a small group that went to see the Diamond Light Source. Sounds like a big laser show but it is in fact a massive science centre. On entering the building we were shown a model of the building to see what is inside. From an aerial view, it reminded me of Apple’s latest donut campus – in terms of its shape, scale and size.

This huge set up enables a laser beam to whiz around a circuit at some unbelievable speed that has the effect of giving off light 10 billion times brighter than the sun. The mind boggles at what that actually means in practice. Of course you never get to actually see the beam racing around the donut but I was mightily impressive to know it was hurtling around while we mere mortals were walking tentatively around the place. What you do see are various numbers, graphs and images in the nerve centre that lets you know what it is up to.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The shining beam is siphoned off into lots of little labs where teams of scientists use it to study all manner of topics, including fossils, jet engines and vaccines. In a nutshell, it is a ginormous microscope that allows lots of measurements to be taken during millions of experimental trials. The scientists and engineers we were introduced to, who work on site, told us how having such a powerful magnifying beam enables them to do incredible science. Making the invisible visible in all sorts of unknown ways. However, they all also mentioned that the data that is collected from the various beam runs is so massive, that outside researchers who come to run their experiments at the facility, nowadays can’t cart their data home with them because there is simply too much of it. Instead, the data has to be stored and analysed on site before a digested form is sent back to them. A few years ago they could save it all onto a portable hard drive…

So what do scientists do with this ever growing mountain of data? How do they count it, describe it and then importantly, work out how to turn it into new knowledge? While data scientists may revel in this sea of data, other kinds of scientists often find it somewhat overwhelming, to put it mildly. To help them in their quest, every now and again, the ‘numbers’ community come up with new names to  make it more manageable to describe it. Just this month, the 27th General Conference on Weights and Measures introduced some new names (or prefixes, cf. milli- to be precise). These included talking about data in terms of being a ronna which has 27 zeroes after the first digit or a quetta which has 30 zeroes after the first digit.

So how would you use these funny number names to talk about science? Consider the mass of the sun. Previously it was talked about in terms of 2,000,000,000 yottagrams. Now its mass can be said to be 2,000 quettagrams. To me it all sounds a bit double-dutch but to data scientists it provides a new and hopefully more meaningful way of expressing huge quantities of digital information.

Coming up with new data words must be one of the fun parts of the job. I wondered how did they choose them this time?  What were they thinking of? Ronna is also a girl’s name meaning “rough island and true image”, while a Quetta is a fort and is the tenth most populous city in Pakistan! And what will replace the ronnas and quettas to express the ever growing volumes of data that will have accumulated in the next 5-10 years? What new words will be dreamt up?  Perhaps Tom Lehrer should get in on the act. I am reminded of his classic song, The Elements, from 1956. Makes me laugh every time I hear it.

Thanks to John Collomosse for taking the photos inside the Diamond.

NFT Art

A mysterious dark space in a strange shopping mall can be very luring especially when it is only lit up by LED screens in the window. On entering ‘The Circle’ –  Zurich airport’s latest retail space built to connect a green park with the airport – I unexpectedly came across one such space – a pop-up NFT Gallery, called elementum.art showing a select few digital artist’s latest works. I wandered in not knowing quite what to do or where to go. I headed to the nearest brightly lit LED screen, which happened to be the work of the artist Aaron Huey. Turns out, he is a professional photographer who goes solo into various Metaverse worlds to find the edge – where the developers have stopped creating the virtual world.

As I was pondering why make art as a NFT, I heard clip clop noises getting louder. A gallery attendant was walking towards me. She had a big-eyed smile. Even though she was real she looked like she could have walked straight out of Second Life. There was something not quite real about how she talked to me in English about the exhibition. She seemed overly keen to know more about me, and was very curious to know what had led me in to the gallery. I tried to explain to her it was just simple curiosity and that I did not know much about NFT art. She then proceeded to tell me how I could buy one of the digital artworks if I had a crypto wallet of NFTs at the ready. If only…

After about 5 minutes of explaining she then wandered off and left me fumbling with my iphone trying to focus on the QR code next to the screen showing one of Aaron’s edgy pieces. On seeing me struggling, she promptly returned, and asked if she could do it for me. I agreed and handed her my phone; with nimble fingers and knowing how to catch the light, she was able to get the camera on my phone to snap the QR code; the accompanying website revealed the price and a link to a PDF brochure. This part of the process seemed a bit old fashioned. The reason I could not get the QR code to work first was the room was so dark!

It turns out that Aaron’s pieces are priced at about $1000 each. In the blurb about the work, it points out how edges are boundaries, which can signify the end or the beginning of the unseen – all to be explored, grasped, and shared. It asks the viewer to consider how the virtual and physical worlds connect and what is real and what is unreal. All very profound. I could imagine the artist confronting these questions while spending hours venturing forth in these unknown virtual worlds in search of an edge. To record his journeys, he films and takes virtual photos of his journey either from far behind his avatar or just in front of it. The ones shown in the exhibition convey him mainly being on the edge of various graphical landscapes such as those found in Second Life, MineCraft and Roblex. He walks, flies or jumps off them. For example, this one called Leap 293 shows a blockhead image of Aaron about to jump into oblivion.

I could see how some collectors might dabble in purchasing a few of these digital artworks on speculation. But when I mentioned to the big-eyed girl the recent outrage about the Damien Hirst NFT stunt she just smiled again. Last year he launched his first ever NFT collection, called The Currency, which was made up of 10,000 NFTs, corresponding to 10,000 original pieces of his art, largely comprising his bright coloured spot paintings. People who bought one of the ‘spotties’ had the choice of either keeping it as a NFT or swapping it for the actual physical artwork. Half chose the NFT and half the actual painting. Then, this year, Hirst burnt the first 1000 of his spottie paintings that had been sold as NFTs in his gallery and livestreamed the destructive act on Instagram. Some watched with horror. He argued that he was merely “completing the transformation of these physical artworks into NFTs by burning the physical versions…” All that was left from these is the NFT code. I am not sure what the collectors thought when seeing their art literally go up in smoke. I think I would have been one to have kept a physical spottie painting.

Next, I moved onto two artists called Harry Yeff and Trung Bao. They had created a multi-media piece that you listen to on headphones. The piece I heard was of  ethereal voices singing while I watched a very colourful piece of multiple digital gems circle in front of me. Their work was generated by synthesizing a series of AI algorithms – based on a data set of anonymous real human voices that were ‘gifted to the project’. The voices sounded lovely and in harmony with the digital gems. It was very pleasing eye candy and the name ‘voice gems’ was befitting. I was tempted to buy one,  but on discovering that they were nearly 5000 Swiss francs each I was not so sure.

I was glad I had ventured into this unknown landscape as I did learn a lot more about digital crypto art having explored it in first person for the very first time. But call me old fashioned as I much prefer physical art.

The Metaverse

The Metaverse Is on the Way: Here's What You Need to Know - CNETWhy is there so much hype about the Metaverse these days?  It has even taken over from AI as the hottest tech topic. Last week when I asked Matthew Ball, the author of a forthcoming book about it, if I could take a peak inside he told me unfortunately no since the publishers want to keep it under wraps until it actually comes out in print. According to the blurb on Amazon’s site about the book, the Metaverse “is suddenly everywhere…It is a persistent, 3D, virtual world―a network of interconnected experiences and devices, tools and infrastructure, far beyond mere virtual reality. And it is poised to revolutionize every industry and function, from finance and healthcare to payments, consumer products, and even sex work. The internet will no longer be at arm’s length; instead, it will surround us, with our lives, labor, and leisure taking place inside the metaverse.”

That is hype to the max!

No wonder everyone is talking about it. Only today, I heard a radio show scaremongering the audience about all the potential dangers children face when entering the Metaverse – from being bullied to being groomed. However, just like AI, the idea of the Metaverse has actually been around for a while. Its earliest incarnation was in the form of virtual worlds, like Second Life, where people could create online spaces to socialize, learn, and hang out in. The virtual worlds were represented in 3D graphics which were navigated and experienced via a desktop. People could fly around and walk through walls to get from one place to another.  I remember on my first visit, ‘flying’ to a virtual lecture in a massive stadium that resembled the Coliseum in Rome. All rather strange and fun for a while but nothing to get really excited or worried about. So why now?

In the early 2020s, Mark Zuckerberg (Meta) took it upon himself to talk up the Metaverse as if it was the next big thing since sliced bread. One of his ambitions was to make the next generation of virtual worlds feel truly immersive. The step change from the older virtual worlds, like Second Life, was to radically change how people experience and interact in the Metaverse. Not through a desktop display, but by donning a VR headset and using the connected VR touch controllers to move their avatar’s arms around in the virtual world just like they do in physical world. This more extensive form of embodiment is what is envisioned will provide the compelling immersive experience.

This image shows one version of Zuckerberg’s vision of the Metaverse. Three avatars are enjoying the outdoors, moving their arms and hands around, as if they are together, even though they are apart in the physical world. However, look closely and you notice something slightly odd about the avatars. They don’t have any legs! The reason for this it seems is largely down to technical limitations. In contrast to the VR controllers which can map onto arm and hand movements relatively well in real time, the sensors and controllers which are currently available that can be placed on someone’s legs, are not able to represent someone’s leg and feet movements in VR nearly as well. It is often the case that obstacles can get in the way (such as someone’s belly), resulting in movements of the legs being obscured and so not able to be detected accurately. Because of this, VR headsets like Oculus, were not designed to capture the whole body of a person. Time will tell whether these kinds of occlusion problems can be overcome. You never know, in the future, we might see people putting on a whole body suit (like a Spiderman outfit) rather than just a VR headset when entering the Metaverse.

Meanwhile Second Life  has become commercialized. People can go there to shop for clothes and gadgets. The first ever Meta fashion week took place in Second Life last month. Even though the model avatars are impressive in how they move they still seem to be floating in air rather than walking down the catwalk. After the show, skins of the outfits that were modelled on the virtual agents could be purchased with Non Fungible Tokens (NFTs). Once purchased, people could then dress up their own avatars and parade them in Second Life.

 

Instead of using human models some designers like Dolce & Gabbana decided to use cartoon cats to show off their skins. One of the reasons is they look cool. Another is they avoid the problems of trying to emulate a human model and so don’t have to worry about how lifelike the model avatars appear. And no cats are harmed in the process. It is fantasy world all over again!

TikTok Food

TikTok has been around since 2016 and caught on like wildfire amongst young people all round the world, as quickly as Facebook did when it first took off. It is fast and furious, and because of this terribly addictive, leaving you wanting more. Essentially, it is a social media platform primarily targeted at GenZ, who spend hours making and viewing their’s and each other’s short, snappy and slickly-edited videos. Each TikTok video typically lasts less than a minute. After clicking on a random video, the viewer can easily find themselves immersed in watching hundreds of other videos from that person’s account and then before they know it are onto someone else’s videos. An hour or more can easily pass by just as the videos do.

The choice of topics covered on TikTok is endless, but most videos are about the stuff that young people are into these days, including dance moves, fashion, jokes, adorable pets, lip synching and slapstick pranks. They also include skills that traditionally most kids have not shown much interest in, such as cooking. I was listening to The Food Programme on the radio the other day which just so happened to be featuring the growing trend amongst young people watching TikTokers demonstrating how to cook, that is quick and easy, without fuss, while looking yummy. Collectively called #FoodTok, videos in this genre have been viewed many billions of times. The mind boggles.

One of the people mentioned in the programme was Poppycooks, who has made a name for herself by specialising in how to cook the humble spud. Her video of how to make roast potatoes went viral which she then followed up with several other recipes of cooking potatoes, from crispy to crunchy to fried to mashed. She was really clever in working out how to keep viewers coming back for more, by adding a new video each day of the advent calendar, this Christmas just gone, comprising 25 recipes. The best was left to the 25th December, salty, super-thin, mouth-watering chips. They are indeed moreish. Poppy also has a cheeky look, adding a pinch of humour every now and again. You can’t but help fall for her and her style of cooking. The sound of her breaking open and biting into a crunchy potato is mouthwatering – and would make most people want to peel some potatoes and get cooking.

Like with other social media platforms, the secret to which TikTok videos become viral is largely down to a combination of algorithms, appeal and advertising. The trick is working out how to sustain interest. Many people may have a one hit wonder while a few go on to make a career out of it. Poppy, for example, has nailed it. She now has over 2 million followers. But staying high in the leagues of TikTok influencers creates huge pressure. The FoodTokers have to keep conjuring up new recipes they can show off in consistently tantalising ways always under 60 seconds! It is an amazing skill. Unlike the celebs of yesteryear, who have become famous through wealth, being in the know, being a looker, and/or having a huge talent, these youngsters can rise to the top  through their deft video-making and editing skills, making things look easy and super cool. They may only discover they have a real talent to entertain when beginning to create the videos. And literally anyone with a smartphone/camera can bubble up and become a star over night. This is one of the joys of this media – its serendipity.

Sometimes, people experience autonomous sensory meridian response (ASMR) when watching FoodTok videos, which essentially is a tingling body sensation that starts on the scalp and then progresses down the back of the neck and spine. For some people, this kind of sensation can be triggered by listening to crunching, slurping and other whacky sounds. SamSeats, for example, has made an amazing video of many tingling sounds associated with preparing a fancy ratatouille dish.  The sounds include ice cubes being dropped in a bowl, a knife slicing through an assortment of veggies and the rapid and fine chopping of garlic cloves and sprigs of herbs. It is music to the ears and makes you want to watch and listen to the video again. Each time you do, you hear something new. The second time I viewed it, I heard the glugging sound of oil being poured from a bottle and the frying of onions. Such food performances, speeded up to fast-beat tempos, are simply sumptuous. I can see how addictive they are (although sadly I never experienced the ASMR sensation of tingling).

And now I am tempted to upload to TikTok my old fashioned YouTube video (10 years old now) of ‘a plate of sizzling food’ being served up. Here it is: sizzle sizzle.

 

(Image of roast potatoes from lianaskitchen.co.uk)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Drone Delivery

Amazon have been trialling drone delivery of parcels to people living in remote and suburban towns for a while now. Since then, flying deliveries have literally taken off. Only last month, a rival start-up company in Ireland, Manna, took it one step further. They have developed a fleet of drones that are pretty nippy, flying at 80km/h and delivering goods in less than 3 minutes within a 3km radius of take off. That is really impressive. 

At first, the dropping of goods in this way was limited to medicines where there is a need for urgency. Now, it seems all manner of groceries are being dropped, from coffee to melons. People can order something on their phone and within minutes a parcel is released and lowered on a dangling piece of string in front of the person’s house. How novel is that – having a cool glass of wine or a cup of coffee suddenly appear in this way – as if it was out of a sci-fi movie. Look up to the sky and see hundreds of buzzing drones circling, descending and releasing parcels in the air. 

Speaking of which, a new report released by the Pentagon provides further evidence that UFOs are for real. The US military has documented meticulously an increase in unidentified flying objects sighted moving around in the sky.  At first, one might think there is a coincidence – an increase in drones dropping objects might be what is being mistaken for as UFOs. But the video clips and photos they have released pre-date drones. They look like supersonic bats or lit up jellyfish in grainy skies. For many, it is the ultimate fantasy to imagine actual aliens landing on earth coming from these mysterious flying objects. However, no one has caught on camera any sighting of them lurking around Wandsworth or such like. Sadly, it seems there is still no real evidence. Just glimpses of what might be. Part of the problem is us earthlings don’t have the means to capture them or catch up with them, as they zip passed our planet at lightning speed. As noted by the former director of national intelligence John Ratcliffe, “Movements that are hard to replicate, that we don’t have the technology for or are travelling at speeds that exceed the sound barrier without a sonic boom.

Meanwhile I am looking forward to my first G&T dropping slowly from the sky…

Study Tubers

As the revision season comes around again and students start to fret about their exams, many turn to joining others in a café and in the library to help them keep on track, keep motivated and simply, keep going. Going through reams of notes, trying to remember names and facts, learning quotes and formulas, rehearsing arguments and the like is not easy. While some are good at cramming during all-nighters, others struggle to get started. One online resource that many students have been drawn to, to help overcome their procrastination is watching ‘StudyTubers’. These are channels where other students have uploaded videos of themselves studying for others to watch.

But who watches them? When do they start watching them? And for how long? And why? Is it not simply another distraction?

It seems that children as young as 12 have joined this craze, watching them during the pandemic, when home schooling. In some ways, it is a natural progression to make from watching children’s channels, where influencers uploads videos of themselves opening up new toys. But, for most, they started watching StudyTubes during their ‘A levels’. They then continue when entering university, following particular StudyTubers. Some have discovered them through their disability. For example, one student mentioned they had AD(H)D and on hearing about StudyTubes, they found that an external stimulus really helped them to start studying.

Which ones do students choose to watch? There are so many out there. Some follow a particular one because they are appealing, funny and enjoy themselves, such as Jack Edwards. Another reason is because they are at the same university. A popular one right now is Ruby Granger who is currently studying at Exeter University. She did a live streaming StudyTube last week that got rave comments by her followers from all over the world in the chat window, suggesting they are all in it together. There is a real sense of community. When one follower texted and emoted how it helped her overcome her procrastination, many others all chimed in about how Ruby was helping them, too.

Another genre is the pomodoro school of StudyTubes. For example, Kharma Medic, who is studying medicine in his 4th year at Kings College, provides loads of handy tips on how to study well, recommending routine 50 minute sessions, each followed by a 10 minute break. His last one last week was a 6 hour stint. He is currently working up to doing a 12-hour stint. The equivalent of an Ironman challenge – showing real stamina. It is like they pride themselves studying for ridiculous lengths of time. StudyTubers are also proud of being high achievers. This might create the unhealthy illusion of super students with an impossible work ethic. But as pointed out by Eve Bennett, another well-known StudyTuber, they also experience stress like everyone else. She talks about how she shared her ‘stress meltdown’ on her channel when studying for her A levels, by dancing wildly in her bedroom to her music. A form of catharsis that other students can relate to, only too well.

So, what do students get out of following StudyTubers? The most compelling reason is motivation. It can get you in the mood, leading to being in the zone. Typically, a session starts by a StudyTuber preparing their workplace, getting a coffee, turning on their laptop and arranging papers and books on their desk. All of these little acts create a certain aesthetic of what it means to study. There is some similarity to how students begin studying in a library or a coffee place where you see everyone being busy with their stuff and that makes you more focused on studying.

The ‘study sounds’ that the StudyTuber makes throughout is a bit like having the radio on in the background, which can feel very comforting. They are just about at the right level, being able to draw the student away from all the other distractions that prevent them from starting to study. It also helps them to not always be watching their phone, waiting for the next notification or message to ping. It helps them get started; the ambient sounds of someone tapping away in the distance.

It can also provide a kind of social life running in the background, that helps students from feeling alone. Many people find it hard to be by themselves especially in silence – so having a StudyTuber on helps them feel they are in it together.

A recent Oxford graduate (Harriet) mentioned how it is often more challenging when studying at home compared with studying in a real library. When she went to a library, she enjoyed listening to music on her headphones. But when studying home alone, she found it more comforting to hear people talking or the ambient sounds of someone studying rather than playing music. Knowing that there’s somebody else there who’s working can mimic the library environment to some extent. But they would never watch a StudyTube video when in the library with other people. That would be too weird.

Post-university, it seems these videos can lose their appeal. Once entering the world of work, viewers don’t see a need or use for them. They prefer to talk to the real deal via Zoom, Teams or WhatsApp.

Thanks to Paola, Ben, Ava, Faith and Harriet for their input.


Funny Money

One of my friends told me he still had cash in his wallet that he had withdrawn from an ATM a year ago! He works in the city and usually spends it on coffee, snacks, drinks, etc., when out and about. But since the pandemic he has been working from home and only shops online using his debit/credit cards. Many of us have followed suit, resulting in a dramatic reduction in cash withdrawals. Quite a few shops also started refusing to take cash – for fear of spreading COVID-19 on the banknotes – although this has since scientically been proven to have a very minimal risk.

Meanwhile, in the digital transactional world, we have seen the meteoric rise of bitcoins. Images of bitcoins depict them as being shiny but do they actually exist as physical coins? Yes they do, like those in the image, but they are not worth anything unless they have a private key that is hidden under a hologram on the back of the coin. Without that number it is worthless. And if tampered with bitcoins becomes invalid. 

The real deal is stored as bits on computer servers. You never really get your hands on them. Instead they are stored on a ledger and metaphorically in a wallet which has its own unique password. And if you lose your password, you are doomed  – as Stefan Thomas discovered after he could not remember his one to unlock his stash of bitcoins he got for doing some work for someone. Once he realised how much they were worth  – something in the order of $200 million (at the time he received them they were worth very little) – he decided it was time to act. The mind boggles at how absurd life has become when it comes to making money in this way and losing it again so easily.

The password that was too cryptic for its own good.

I had to read several articles to understand how bitcoins work and how they differ from pound coins. To help the uninitiated like me, there is now a proliferation of beginner’s guides available, such as ‘Bitcoins for Dummies’, cartoons and online tutorials. I get it now, but it seems a strange way to make money by solving hard mathematical problems using masses of computer power and that the money is just bits on a computer.

And then came along ‘non-fungible tokens’ to add further bafflement.  When I first heard the term, images of mushrooms going mouldy entered my mind. It turns out that fungibility refers to “an asset’s ability to be exchanged with a similar asset without sacrificing its value”. Or put another way: when you borrow a £20 note from someone and  pay them them back with two £10 notes it is the same value but through using a different entity. That is it is fungible. Non-fungible, on the other hand, means the entity has to be the same – in this case the digital token. Just like a Van Gough, it is unique. If I was able to borrow a Van Gough painting I could not give back a copy of it. It would have to be the one I borrowed.

It is not surprising, therefore, to see the rich and the rash start to cash in on a new craze; to be the first to buy something that is valued in non-fungible tokens or NFTs. (To make it sound more credible the funny term has now been replaced by  the acronym NFT). Headlines were made when some artist sold a digital artwork they had made (no one had heard of before) for $6 million worth of NFTs. That is up their for a first with a very physical graffiti Banksy number. Desirable to own, and then highly profitable to resell. It reeks of hubris. Perhaps the most preposterous of all was Twitter’s CEO, Jack Dorsey, selling his first ever tweet for $2.9 million in NFTs. The mind boggles even more! But Jack’s conscience is clear because he said he will convert the NFTs he got into Bitcoins which he will then donate to charity.

Maybe I could sell my first ever blog  this way? We could all get in on the act. Part of the lure of NFTs is the uniqueness of the ‘asset’ or artwork they are exchanged for. Once bought in NFTs, it becomes a collector’s item that can’t be duplicated. That makes it one of a kind and by default, rare, and what investors are drawn to. They can then sell it on later for many more NFTs and make a huge profit. The catch is they can’t just put the money in the bank. They have to first convert the NFTs into Bitcoins, and then work out how and who will convert those into real money. But that, it seems, is part of the fun of rollercoaster funny money.

Wikipedia What?

I was chatting with some friends about where we get our general knowledge from. One reminisced about the rows of hardback, dark blue covered books, called the “Encyclopedia Britannica”, her family had bought from a dodgy door-to-door salesman. Back then in the 60s and 70s, it was a status symbol among working and aspiring families to have bought the entire collection. She admitted hardly having read them but pointed out how they filled the bookshelves nicely. According to Wikipedia, it was the longest lasting printed tome, first published between 1768 and 1771 in Scotland. It kept growing in size with new volumes being added each year such that the 15th edition spanned a mighty 32 volumes, comprising 32,640 pages.

For some reason my family bookshelf did not possess a set. Instead, we had the slimmer ‘Golden Book Encyclopedia’ that was made up of 16 slender, hardback volumes. Each has its own distinct shiny colourful cover made up of a collage of enticing objects and targeted at the family rather than keeping up with the Jones. I would often take one or two off the shelves at a time and dip into them to learn and wonder; whether it was reading about the brain, seeing volcanoes spew forth or discovering strange animals existed like the aardvark. It was a joy on a Saturday afternoon to be lying on my bed absorbing this general knowledge while whetting my curiosity. The writing was accessible, the text illustrated with enticing figures and drawings. I was hooked on the multimedia of my day. I loved the feel, smell and weight of the books in my hand and occasionally liked to rest my chin on the top of an open one, that I balanced on my bed, as I daydreamed about mummies in Egypt or seeing lions in Africa.

Then  the Internet and Google arrived, transforming how people got their knowledge – free and instantly available. It was the end for printed versions of encyclopedias. Next, Wikipedia came into being at the turn of 2000. And that makes it 20 years today. Happy birthday! The online resource started off by being written by a few keen editors contributing articles about things they knew about which were then edited by others if they felt they needed to be corrected. Over the years the number of edits grew exponentially while the number of contributors levelled off and then declined considerably. There are now over 40 million accounts, suggesting a huge number of people worldwide have had a go at adding to this collective memory of knowledge. However, of those only 127,480 are actively editing today.

Then there were the infamous editing wars over the years where editors who disagreed about the content of a page repeatedly wrote over each other’s contributions, sometimes to the point of being quite vindictive – be it about politics, history or scandal. Someone, also thought it was a good idea to start contributing biographies for ‘known’ people – be they footballers, academics, actors, musicians and so on. As a result, it also became a Who’s Who. We all quickly discovered you can learn lots of interesting things about your colleagues – that you did not know otherwise – like what school they went to and how old they are.

But who has the time on their hands to do all of this? Especially, since it is not paid for. It seems the contributions are not evenly distributed. The person who has edited the most articles is Steven Pruitt who has made over three million edits! He has also created more than 35,000 articles. I wonder if he wrote or edited my entry. It now needs updating and I don’t think I should do it.

Dancing Queen

Since the pandemic turned our world inside out most of us have been sat for hours on end each day in front of a display (phone, tablet, laptop or PC) interacting with all manner of virtual talking heads. We have gotten used to this way of connecting with our colleagues as the new normal – even joking about still wearing our pyjamas as no-one can see our lower half while on screen. We have also developed a new norm – turning our cameras and mikes on and off when coming in and out of focus during meetings. We don’t do this in the real world but we all do it now in the digital world. It is easier and less stressful to not be visibly present when not talking. Then there is the abrupt ending to our meetings, clicking on the ‘leave meeting’ button transports us back to our home life in an instant.
Today, I gave a keynote at a virtual conference called ISMAR20 that is about mixed and augmented reality. I have given a few invited talks now during lockdown. They are quite different in the extent to which I feel connected with the audience. Some totally detached and others more engaged. Today’s talk was more the latter. The organizers had asked me to record my talk beforehand so that I could be more relaxed during the session and also to reduce the risk of too many technical hiccups overshadowing the talk. The conference setting was a 3D virtual world; that was designed to be like a futuristic virtual campus, comprising lifelike campus buildings and luscious outdoor spaces (the actual conference was meant to have been held in Recife, Brazil).

It has been a long time since I have properly set foot in a 3D world. It required me becoming an avatar and controlling it with my keyboard as if just behind. I had a few attempts to get used to using my keyboard to move around. It is easy to move too fast and walk into or through a wall. A nice touch they had added was ‘clippy-cloppy’ noises as I walked. It almost made it feel I was walking in stilettos. For my appearance, I selected some clothing from a virtual wardrobe, dressing myself up for the occasion. I donned a blouse, skirt and jacket in contrasting colours. Instead of wearing a badge, my name appeared automatically above my head in a halo cloud that followed me around, making it easy for others to see who I was at a distance. Then I was ready to enter centre stage.


There was a lot of tech involved to switch between and to turn on and off at the right time – that needed practice. It seems virtual A/V is just as tricky to get right life as is physical A/V – if not more so. But we got there. Then when it was time for my talk I stood by the virtual podium facing the audience and my pre-recorded talk appeared on a large display behind me. It meant I could not see my slides as I ‘talked’. So, I popped up my slides on my laptop back home and listened to myself rabbiting on in the virtual space. All very strange. Sometimes I had an out of body experience.

 After my video ended, I ‘walked’ my avatar to stand besides another screen, clicked on it and there I was again, only this time, as a larger than life video feed fielding the audience questions, which the chair asked me via his avatar. At that point, there were too many of ‘me’. It made almost for an existential crisis, especially when the audio started reverberating. But I managed to cope – as you do – and answered the questions without too much waffling.

Then as I walked off the stage, I was not sure what to do with myself (there was no-one to go for coffee with) so I tried out some of the other avatar actions (like dancing, waving, clapping). Doing the samba was fun and reminded me of Theresa May’s entrance when she danced to Abba’s ‘Dancing Queen’ at the Tory party conference in 2018.  But mine was as an exit to an empty space rather than as an entrance to a rousing crowd. Given the world is so topsy turvey right now  it seems apt to dance off stage than on to it. And then in a flash it was all over; I clicked the ‘quit menu option and walked to Tescos down the road to get a sandwich.

 

 

 

Remote Sport

Football has started again in Germany played in front of empty stadiums. It must be so weird for the teams to play without the roar of the crowd cheering them on. Normally, the chanting, banter and singing can lift and energise players to new levels. Now with the social distancing rules in place, when they score a goal there are no physical celebrations or embracing of other players. Instead, a punch in mid-air or a tap on the elbow. Not quite the same sense of euphoria or release.  The lack of atmosphere means there is no home advantage. Many players  approach the game more like a practice one. Show-boating and waving at the crowds also gone. It is no longer the beautiful game.

Same is true for other spectator sports and the Arts, from horse racing to concert-players. No audience physically present and no atmosphere to speak of. How can the performers find other ways to reach out to their fans and the fans connect back with them? Some venues have been thinking about how to bring real people back in their own car bubbles. A number of drive-in outdoor events are being experimented with. The Danish football side FC Midtylland, for example, plan to set up two massive screens in their large car park – that has 1000s of spaces – so that fans can rock up into a socially distanced space and tune into the commentary through their car radio. Instead of drive-in cinema it is drive-in footie. Maybe it will raise the noise level, as they hoot their horns when a goal is scored, but will it create the desired atmosphere for fans and players, alike? The football club have thought about this, too, and will show live footage of the fans parked up cheering in their cars from the car park inside the venue so at least the players can ‘see’ and ‘hear’ the crowd – albeit in their cars.

It might work – certainly better than the cardboard cut-out solution that some stadiums are using with canned cheering and crowd noises being emitted from loud speakers. I wonder how the graphic designer chose which people to use and how to place them at this match – to be representative of the fan base but also a chance for loyal season ticket holders to send in their choice of image to adorn their designated seat. Other plans are afoot for socially distanced drive-in raves and concerts. The mind boggles at the thought of 1000s of cars bouncing up and down as the owners ‘body’ dance while sat in their car seats.

All of these attempts to create some kind of connection, however, are a far cry from the real thing. Maybe, they will become the new normal for a while and morph into something that is still socially distanced but more socially connected. For example, they could evolve into a form of tailgating parties that are so central to US football culture – where fans rock up hours before the game to drink beer and cook on barbecues in car parks and open spaces near the stadiums. However, switching to drive-ins requires turning our cars into entertainment hubs – which obviously SUVs, 4x4s and pick-up trucks are best suited for. Trouble is society is trying to wean people off these gas guzzlers and get them to switch to compact electric cars. Seems counter-productive to saving the planet. There is also the problem that most cities don’t have the parking lots or spaces to support large-scale drive-ins. And then there is the added problem of managing toilet facilities but maybe someone will invent a portable toilet that disinfects itself after each use.

The strangest of drive-ins that have appeared are ‘drive-thru’ churches that pop up and where an outdoor mass is literally held in the carpark. It looks a sorry sight – no communal sharing of the bread and wine. Just the lone preacher necking the wine down himself while talking to a bunch of dark-windowed SUVs. That might be taking the biscuit somewhat.

Another way of connecting fans with players is to keep it digital. Streaming video games have been around for a while, where millions of spectators around the world watch top ‘streamers’ perform. They are provided with all sorts of extras that enables the fans to discover more about the player – not least their emotions and fluctuating heart rate and skin conductance at different stages of the game. This additional layer of data has been found to enhance the spectator experience and improve the connection between the streamer and spectators. But then we would return to being couch potatoes. Personally, I can’t wait to be part of a physical audience again, be it at a football ground, an outdoor venue or a theatre.

          Thanks to Daria Lisotsova on unsplash.com

Remote Nurturing

Many of my friends have taken to gardening during lockdown, making raised beds and planting whatever seeds they can get their hands on. Just like the craze for baking and bread-making, there is now one for growing your own food. The other day, my neighbour, Julie, proudly listed the latest seeds she has pricked and planted in our new communal street garden, including peas, potatoes, runner beans, borlotti beans, spinach, garlic, carrots and beetroot. We can all take it in turns to go and help nurture them, weeding, watering or adding more plants, although one neighbour is definitely the head gardener.

It got me thinking how could we could capitalize on these enterprising green finger efforts to make them even more of a shared event, where potentially hundreds or thousands of people could take part to grow one mega veggie patch or a series of connected gardens. Wouldn’t it be amazing if those who don’t have a garden could feel as connected to the earth as those who have actual gardens? As I wondered about this possibility, I was reminded of a project from many years ago when the internet was just getting off the ground called Telegarden. Anyone could log on to the site where you could watch a circular garden with a robot arm. You could also sign up to control the robot who would plant flowers and then water them. It was created by artists Ken Goldberg and Joseph Santarromana from California. It was kept alive for 9 years and during that time 10,000’s people connected. It was a fusion of tech and nature. The idea that a physical garden could be operated by users online was considered by the artists as being “the most absurd”. Now, in lockdown it does not seem quite as absurd.

How about we try to recreate a more up-to-date version of Telegarden (call it Lockdown Garden) in empty school yards, university campuses, national parks, meadows, or even on the land that people own but don’t have a use for. School children, grandparents, single people, young and old people, bored people, well anyone really, could log on, pay a small fee and select from a catalogue of fruit and veg seeds to grow. Drones and automated robots could work in tandem nurturing the garden, weeding and picking the veggies, that could then be donated to people in need. Our favourite TV gardening presenters, like Carol Klein and Monty Don in the UK, could judge the best kept Lockdown gardens and the most crazy, beautiful, bountiful and so on. And of course there could be disasters filmed by the drones that could keep the viewers and growers hooked, like the robots overwatering, marrows growing to be the size of a small car, and robots refusing to cooperate. Perhaps I am getting a bit carried away here but it would be a fun challenge for all those makers and engineering students who are now at a loose end.

Remote Places

Last week, everyone was experimenting with backdrops for their Teams, Zoom or GoTo meetings – I have seen the Northern Lights, New York, beach resorts, outer space, and various exotic places. Quite a contrast from the mundane, domestic kitchens and make-shift home workplaces we have become accustomed to peering into. One of my PhD students, chose Hawaii for his backdrop (see above), and at one point during the meeting it looked like he was surfing as he moved his head back and forth against the palm-tree foregrounded sunset beach. The illusion is created because the backdrop does funny things with your own image when you move your head – your hair starts to look like it is moving with the wind.

It made a light-hearted change to the start and end of our meetings, talking about the funny effects. The reason my student chose the Waikiki beach backdrop was that a group of us were meant to be flying to our annual CHI conference – which was to be held in Hawaii. Normally, 3000-4000 rock up, from all corners of the globe, for a week each year at this time (last year it was held in rainy Glasgow) to network, learn and talk about our current research for a diversity of areas concerned with the design and use of tech. But like many other large events involving travel it was cancelled due to Coronavirus. For many of my students this was a huge disappointment as it was to be their first time going – but they put on brave faces. Next week, instead of using backdrops, we plan to get dressed up in Hawaii Hula clothing and leis. Well maybe. Anything to lighten the mood.

Many of us are getting the lockdown blues now, feeling restless and bored. As the weeks of lockdown drag on the need to look forward becomes ever more pressing. Some people are rebooking their cancelled holidays for next year, giving them at least something to plan for. The papers are full of ads now for big ticket holidays and cruises – costing £1000s for a holiday of a lifetime. The images of ancient sites, rain forests, glistening beaches and city skylines are very alluring but seem all the more remote. One can’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to enter a busy airport, let alone cram onto a plane with hundreds of other passengers for countless hours. How are we going to keep our distance if we are sat in a window seat and need to go to the toilet?

Many of my us are craving the embodied contact that comes with physically being with others. While we persevere with our remote meetings each day, trying to make the most of the impoverished bandwidth and the strangeness of seeing someone but not being with them, we are all getting tired of it. We are at that stage now wondering what our country will provide by way of a lockdown exit strategy. Some countries are further ahead and have already started taking baby steps. Singapore, China, Korea, Germany, Finland, Australia and the Czech Republic have begun to reopen schools, shops, gyms and other businesses.  In the UK, however, we continue to wait. Boris returning to number 10 soon will buy him more time – as our daily morbidity level continues to remain relatively high.

But whether and what it might mean to return to the ‘old’ normal is anyone’s guess – it could take months, possibly years. I looked at some photos today of Spanish children being allowed outside for the first time in two months – whizzing around on their bikes, roller skating with their arms flailing or simply just running around. The sense of joy and freedom on their faces was palpable. It gave me hope that it might not take that long.

Meanwhile, our governments continue to thrash it out with their scientific advisors. All sorts of factors have to be weighed up against each other, including wellbeing, unemployment, numbers of daily cases, relative change in daily deaths, availability of hospital places, medical staff available, who to safeguard, the likelihood of unrest, rebellion or uprising, and so on. The fear of relaxing too quickly and too soon is that it could result in a second spike, just as bad or if not worse than the first, meaning we would all have to go back to lockdown again. Keeping people cooped up for too much longer, however, is likely to have devastating and long-lasting effects; not least, a huge increase in mental health issues, economic disaster for many businesses, and many unknowns.

For those of us who see the glass half full, we continue to dream of returning to familiar but now remote places soon: re-imagining what it is like to experience the real thing rather than the digital substitute. To drink a proper cocktail rather than meet at cocktail ‘o’ clock, to go to a live concert rather than a livestreamed one, to go to a real football match and throng with the crowds rather than watch classic games on the TV, or simply to be able to walk into a coffee shop, enjoy waiting in line (not at a distance), having a banter with the other customers, and then take from the hands of the barista, a perfectly made frothy coffee with an emoji heart on the top.

Remote Tracking

It is great to see the tech companies coming together to do their bit to help curb coronavirus. Apple and Google have been collaborating on a tracking platform that could help governments worldwide monitor, track and manage the pandemic more effectively. Their proposed system works by using Bluetooth and encryption keys, that enable data to be collected from phones that have been in close proximity with each other. From this data, it can be inferred who else, phone owners have been close to, for a set period of time (e.g. the quarantine period of 14 days). Users can also alert health authorities if they have been diagnosed with Covid-19 and conversely, the system can text them if they have detected that their phone, and indirectly themselves, have been in close contact with someone who has been diagnosed with the virus. The term coined for this new form of remote tracking is ‘contact tracing’ as illustrated by Apple and Google’s graphic:

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Remote Numbers

The day before the coronavirus lockdown started in the UK, I had a smart meter fitted in my house. After the engineer had finished, he walked me through all the various functions shown on the digital display; a dashboard of numbers provides all sorts of stats and data about how much electricity and gas you are using and how much they cost per hour, alongside an easy to read traffic light barometer that moves into red bars (see above) if you are using a lot of energy (e.g when boiling a kettle) while rewarding you with green bars when you are being energy efficient. The idea is that you use the various number and bars to change your behaviour and in doing so reduce your energy usage and save money.

I looked at the display a few times but did nothing to change my behaviour to be more energy efficient. Quite the opposite in fact; I started using more electricity and gas, making more cups of tea, cooking more meals, spending more hours in front of my laptop, TV and doing more washing – as a result of being stuck at home 24/7 now. Best place for the display was to hide it in a drawer.

Meanwhile, like everyone else I have been gripped by numbers that are being delivered each day about coronavirus – but uncomfortably so. The number of new cases and the number of new deaths are on the rise each day. At first 2-3 people dying was considered shocking. Now we are up to nearly a 1000 a day in the UK. It is no longer shocking but expected. We have all become engrossed by the graphs the scientists generate each day to help the lay person understand what the numbers mean with respect to where we are in the quest to flatten the curve’. They project how steep the curve is each day relative to day zero. The colour coded ones show where the UK is relative to other countries we might care about. I catch myself comparing how we are doing against the US or Italy – thinking we are better off or not doing as bad. Why are we being shown this as if it was a competition? To make us feel better? Comparative graphs are a mechanism that is commonly used in behavioural change; known as social norms. By seeing how well you are doing relative to others (it could be a peer, a family, a neighbouring city or a country) you can feel good if you are below the others or worry if you are above – as it indicates loud and clear you are using more or spending more (conversely, if it is exercise, the reverse is true).

There are more and more of these visualizations appearing now, such as Sky’s: “Coronavirus: How many people have died in your area? COVID-19 deaths in England mapped”. Those who live in remote areas, like Suffolk can sigh a big relief that there are no big blobs near them. Those who live in London or other densely populated areas will notice  big blobs splatted over where they live. No wonder so many Londoners flocked to the countryside when they could. That is, before those who live there told them where to go.

For the most part there is little we can do other than worry when looking at these comparative coronavirus graphs. They are fodder, too, for the media and politicians. For example the headline on one news website: “Singapore Wins Praise For Its COVID-19 Strategy. The U.S. Does Not”

Today’s headline on CNN’s website was more in tune with the way science happens; through competing predictions and hypotheses: “New US model predicts much higher Covid-19 death toll in UK. But British Scientists are Skeptical.” The US team predict nearly 70,000 will die in the UK. The British scientists, on the other hand, predicted only 20,000-30,000 would die in the UK, based on their brand of mathematical modeling. Who do we believe?

One of the UK scientists involved, who has become a household name, is Professor Neil Ferguson from Imperial College. The UK government has increasingly relied not only on his team’s modelling prowess but also on their wisdom to decide on its next response strategy during the pandemic. It is an unenviable position to be in, as we scientists are not renowned for having the superpowers necessary to enable us to see into the future. Who knows what people will do and what will become of us when making such hugely impactful choices on how to manage the pandemic.

It goes without saying that mathematical models need lots of data in order to make accurate predictions. When predicting the weather, a tsunami or an earthquake millions of data points  are used. The current pandemic, however, in comparison, has relatively few data points that can be used.

It would be hubris not to remember the failure of Google’s Flu Trends program, a few years back, when it’s developers claimed, based on analyzing people’s search terms for flu, they could produce accurate estimates of flu prevalence two weeks earlier than official data. Sadly, it failed to do this for the peak of the 2013 flu season. Then, they had access to big data – masses of it. The current modelers only have access to small data – very little of it. Let’s hope all the lockdown restrictions imposed on society at large, that have been put in place in nearly every country in an attempt to stem the rise in the pandemic, based on current predictions and remote numbers, fares better. We can but hope.

Remote Living

So official lockdown kicked in on Monday for us living in Britain. The rules are a bit more lenient than in some countries, where they have draconian curfew measures in place. Here, we are allowed to leave home for one exercise a day, and to go shopping to buy necessary food and medicine. We are also allowed to go to work if we absolutely can’t work from home. So for the time being if you are a construction worker you can carry on as normal – so long as you are two metres apart. Good time to be a crane operator – high in the sky looking down on empty streets. I suspect not for long. It must be very difficult for a government to balance its country’s economy when deciding which strategies to use try to flattern the pandemic curve that will have most effect – while determining how best to change human behaviour in a way that is so very different from how people normally live their lives.

Yesterday, I did my beach walk alone at 8.00 a.m to start the day. It was full of joggers and dog walkers. There was plenty of space so we managed to keep our distance. The sea looked calm and serene and for that hour one could think of something else other than Coronavirus. Today, I am saving up my permitted outside exercise for later in the day. By mid-afternoon yesterday I was getting quite restless. At one point I looked at my watch thinking it was 4.15p.m – soon time for a planned social chat with a friend – only to then discover it was actually 3.15p.m. Normally, being surprised by finding I have an extra hour would be a joy. I can fill it in easily by catching up on work. Yesterday, I can honestly say my heart sank a little, reminding me of when I was a teenager on a long Sunday when the clock stands still…

Meanwhile, all around us is a flurry of activity online. I see a lovely Amanda is streaming her yoga class to us on Friday at work. A couple just got married in Birmingham before the country banned weddings; over 100 guests watched it being live streamed on Facebook. There are also sweet videos of grandchildren, now doing the rounds, waving at their grandparents through the windows or patio doors in their garden, some even squashing their little noses up to the glass. Lots of people have celebrated their birthdays with their friends family and by virtually holding their birthday cakes up for them to see.

The one that has caught everyone’s eyes, however, is Joe Wicks, also from Birmingham, who has become the self-proclaimed UK’s living room PE teacher. Hundreds of thousands of families are joining in each day for his 9.00a.m class. You can see why. He has charisma, presence, energy and drive that appeal to children and parents, alike. The videos of kids prancing around the living room, following his instructions, are very moving. A bit of the magic that Russell Brand oozes seems to have rubbed off on him.

Eating alone together online has also started to become popular again amongst families and friends. I remember a few years ago when Skype was becoming mainstream some of us tried it as an experiment. For example, when I was in South Africa on sabbatical I had a Skype dinner with a friend back in the UK. It was nice to catch up with her while doing something but the eating part actually felt quite odd. We had both served up ourselves something simple – a pasta dish – and started eating about the same time. But somehow picking up our knives and forks together did not synchronize and the eating of the meal did not feel natural. The smells, tastes and noises when eating together were lost in translation.

Unlike the craze for ASMR where someone uploads a YouTube video of themselves making eating noises when eating jelly beans, cake or other delight that makes viewers go crazy when listening to them. The acronym stands for ‘autonomous sensory meridian response’ which apparently causes a tingling sensation in someone akin to the hairs on the back of their neck standing up. Zach Choi, who has over 7 million followers, does a great impression scoffing fast food – might be compuslive viewing for those who are missing their junk food fix now that McDonalds, Nandos and the like are all closed.

Apparently, there is a huge following for ASMR; over 15 million videos have been made and watched endlessly. It is not just the chewing, munching and crunching noises that appeal but also lots of other mundane noises that trigger that weird sensation in people – including the sound of rolling marbles on a hard surface, someone whispering ever so softly or tapping their nails gently on a desk. The mind boggles.

I have watched a few of the ASMR videos and I am afraid they don’t do it for me it; if anything they do the opposite, making me judder and cringe. I like the straight forward things in life like the clinking of glasses. At the end of a tiring day of back-to-back remote work meetings I now look forward to a FaceTime chat with a friend or two with a glass of wine in hand. Of course, it is no substitute for the real thing but it can be surprisingly relaxing and enjoyable. We make sure we have a good laugh, crack some jokes and try to see the funny side of life. And then its dinner, Netflix, and the 10.00 o’clock news before going to bed.

Another Groundhog Day in these strange times.

Standing Out

Much has been written about the power of a label to make the object it is attached to stand out. Popular techniques used include striking images, bright colours, ironic slogans and unusual designs. The trick is to make the label grab someone’s attention – be it online, in a store or in a catalogue. The competition for customer’s eyeballs is particularly marked for wine where there are thousands of brands vying for their attention.

On a recent trip to Western Australia, I visited Tylers, a small family-run vineyard who market their wine through a fun form of ‘selfie-labelling’. Visitors can pose for a photo which is then made into a label that can be stuck onto a bottle of wine they have purchased – transforming it into their very own personalized wine. All for no extra cost.

The vineyard was very low key, comprising a small farm shack where the tastings took place; the inside and outside of which were covered from top to bottom in previous visitors’ wine labels. Located in one corner of the shack was a dusty old PC, that was used to design the labels and a printer that kept getting jammed. It felt like stepping back in time to the halcyon 80s computing days. Some of my colleagues, who I was with on the wine tour, immediately saw how they could improve the tech. But for me, I thought its ‘old fustiness’ simply added to the place’s nostalgic charm.

Another recent innovation – also from Australia – has been to use augmented reality (AR) to make printed historical characters appearing on the wine label come alive – as if they were actually talking to you. The brand ‘19 Crimes’ has stolen the market on this; presenting a line-up of british convicts who were sent to Australia back in the 18th Century, and who regale their stories for why they were incarcerated and how they then subsequently became colonists. The AR characters celebrate the rebellious spirit of the exiled men and women who then went onto forge the national spirit in Australia. It is intriguing and atmospheric listening to their stories . Rather than using AR as part of a game, such as Pokeman Go does, it has been used in an adult context, bringing the story behind the wine label alive in a playful, mysterious and slightly uncanny way.

Placing labels on people, however, has a very different impact. The compulsory yellow badges that were required to be worn by Jewish people during the Nazi era were intended to stigmatize, humiliate, segregate and control them. Quite abominable. Nowadays, labels in the form of badges are used to signal implicit messages to the general public, asking for understanding and acts of kindness – for example, politely requesting someone give up their seat on the London Underground if they see a woman wearing a badge saying ‘baby on board’.

In Japan, a label has even been created for female staff to be worn when working in a store to indicate to other staff they are menstruating. The badge is adorned with a cartoon character called Miss Period. The underlying message is intended to enable other staff to feel OK helping the wearer and for the wearer to be excused if they feel the need to have a longer break. To many outside of Japan, it may seem somewhat strange and a little demeaning, to see someone wearing a Miss Period badge.

For shoppers not in the know, it might be read as saying, ‘I am having my period now’. But what is the customer to do? Should they avoid the sales assistant? Say something to them or other? Without any guidance, it can be awkward for the general public to know what to do or say on seeing such a badge being worn. In this context, the image is clear and rather cartoon-like, but the message less so, resulting in both the wearer and the observer feeling uncomfortable.

Another form of product labelling is one that informs consumers about something. One such initiative that is doing the rounds again is called PACE – which stands for ‘Physical Activity Calorie Equivalent or Expenditure’. The underlying rationale is that a label is placed on food or drink packaging to specify how much exercise would be needed to burn off the calories, if it was consumed – for example when eating a burger or drinking a can of coke. Some people may take the number literally and spend 40 minutes on a treadmill to earn their drink. Others might think twice about having extra fries or a muffin, when reading how much exercise is needed to burn it off. It might just nudge them to refrain.

An ongoing debate is whether this kind of information is more effective at making people change their behaviour than simply stating the number of calories. Does a calorific number (e.g. 600) or a type of activity (e.g. a 40 minute run) increase the likelihood of taking more exercise and or eating less? A recent study by the University of Loughborough has suggested that people selected about 65 calories less per meal when their food was labelled using the Pace system. That is nearly a whopping saving of 200 calories a day. It is not clear, however, whether its impact also increased their physical activity in the manner subscribed.

I also wonder if it might make people think that as I have saved on eating less during the day by having an apple rather than a chocolate bar, I have earned myself an extra glass of wine in the evening. When it comes to Christmas dinners, I can’t see many saying no to a second helping of  homemade trifle and then hoofing it down the park for a 2 hour run.

Men First

Thread ad on trainSitting on the tube on my way to work a slogan in a new ad on the train caught my eye, “Cheat. Dress Better.” Whatever could it mean? Not being a particularly natty dresser myself I took a closer look. The company called Thread brings “expert stylists with clever AI to find great clothes in your style, size and budget.” Wow that sounds just what most of us need. First warning sign all was not well was when I looked closer at the mobile app also being shown on the ad, which simply showed a pair of jeans, trainers and a plain shirt. The sort of uniform casual look that many of us dress ourselves in each day. Why do we need other intelligence (human or artificial) to dress us when we can do it ourselves perfectly well? I was intrigued by their claim that they could dress us better and so went to their website.

Then I saw red. The website was not ready to dress me! It is available… but only for men. The womens’ one is still in the pipeline as they are busy trying to recruit “a team of women’s stylists” (sic) and “a whole new system of algorithms to help you find the best clothes for you.” The message is loud and clear: men are more important. Why did they think it was OK to put men first in 2019? And why does it need men to dress men and women to dress women?

Sexism aside, I pretended to be a man to get my perfect clothing combo and set about doing the 3 minute quiz that is on their men’s site. It asks me to choose looks for casual, office, and smarter styles (to look sharp). The models, however, have had their heads removed from view (presumably it is cheaper and does not contravene data laws) and so one is drawn to look at other parts of their bodies. I am not sure I should be doing that. Then it gets a bit more personal, asking me which shops I like to buy at and how much do I usually spend on clothes.

Then it asks me to give my sizes for the various body parts, like my waist size and leg length. Then a strange category appears called ‘fit concern’. We all think something is not right about our bodies, I suppose, and would prefer to be shorter, taller, have longer arms, smaller waistline and so on. What else was on offer opened my eyes to other possibilities. I selected muscular thighs and long arms. I pressed to submit but the app came back and told me off for missing out selecting my shoe size (that is also a no-no in interface design as I was not interested in shoes and they should not force me to divulge personal information I don’t want to give). The menu selections continued (I was onto 5 minutes by this stage).

Eventually after opting out of joining their mailing list (a dark pattern that makes me have to deselect rather than being able to opt in) I am presented with some nice sketches of different clothes categories. After selecting from these, the app asks me what clothes do I own? At this point most people would have given up and resorted to browsing clothes stores online. But if you continue – you are asked even more personal questions; including what is in your wardrobe and then at the end they ask you to upload a photo of yourself to show what you look like. “Seeing what you look like will help us make better suggestions.”  I drew the line there, too. I thought that must surely be it but no the app then asks you to add more information about yourself: your hair colour, skin colour, eye colour. To help, they give you menu options, including one I selected out of curiosity ‘white with freckles’. So not me!

Finally, an image of my very own stylist called Alexander appeared on my screen. Looks promising. Trouble is that a message then pops up to say that it will take Alex several hours while working with the AI algorithms to come up with a look for me. That is really crap AI and even worse UX design. Meanwhile, to keep me amused some handy fashion tips appear on the site based on the body type options I selected earlier, about how to dress muscular thighs and long arms. Honestly?

My expectations have been let down too many times on this customer journey. Rather than cheating fashion I feel cheated. I certainly won’t be going back to the site for when the women finally get their expert female stylists to work with their hopefully gender neutral algorithms.

It is great that developers are working out how to enable real humans to be able to interact with AI to make informed decisions about something – be it what to wear, what to eat, what university to choose, what car to buy, what book to read, and so on. This human-AI tool has potential to show how human and artificial intelligence can work together to provide personalization and a new kind of customer attention. But right now it needs a lot more work to make it work. Meanwhile I’ll just pop into Jigsaw and H&M to check out what tops and jeans they have. There might even be a sales assistant on hand to help out if I need a different size, colours or a new combo.

Surveillance Madness

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Recently, I read a newspaper article about a family who were having dinner in a restaurant when they all received an alert on their phones saying that someone had activated their home security system. They clicked on the app and watched in horror as they saw grainy infra-red images of masked burglars breaking their front door down. Their immediate reaction was to call the police. But before the police arrived the burglars had long gone, taking many of the family’s valuables with them.

The experience of witnessing a break-in at your own home by watching it remotely on your smartphone must be surreal. You must need to do several double takes. Apparently, according to other news reports, this new kind of surveillance experience has happened many times in the last couple of years. One woman, who it happened to in Kansas, exclaimed, “It’s nerve-wracking. Kind of makes you sick to your stomach.”

Why would anyone want to put themselves through their own home horror movie? Apparently, large numbers of people are buying these IoT home security systems now, as they become more affordable and the marketing blurb ever more reassuring. Lots of people have a CCTV camera set up next to their front door so they can be alerted while away and then watch who comes by. Many, too, have an array of sensors fitted on their windows to catch someone out if they try to intrude that way.

Sadly, the plain truth is that most burglars don’t appear to give a monkeys about the latest trend in DIY home security systems. They wear masks that make them unrecognisable on camera and they know how to get in and what to look for and where to find it in minutes. Given this is the case, why would anyone want to watch on helplessly and in a state of terror, knowing they can’t do anything to stop the criminals? Seems like torture rather than a reassuring deterrent.

Not only are we increasingly setting up cameras to watch who walks up to our front doors but we are also now using ever more child tracking software. There are countless apps available that aim to reassure anxious parents where there kids are at any time by tracking their phones using GPS in real time. One boldly calls itself Life360. Parents can be sent a barrage of buzzes to their phone or smartwatch as to their whereabouts – when their child reaches school, when they are playing in the park or even when they are just about to walk in the front door at the end of the day. The children can also be ‘geo-fenced’ where boundaries are set where they live that they must not cross. If they do, then the parents are immediately alerted. The upside of this helicoptoring is it can be nice for the child to know someone is looking over them; as one mum explained about her son, “so when he gets to the end of the road on his way home, I can just go and open the front door, so he doesn’t have to get his key out.” Yikes, what will happen when the child leaves home for good?

The apps can do more that show a child’s whereabouts. They can capture the child’s phone usage, letting you read their text messages and social media posts. As sagely written by Tanith Carey in an article in the Telegraph newspaper, “do they provide the reassurance they claim? Or are they creating a generation of parents who find it hard to cut the apron strings?” And therein lies the rub.

Creepy Data

A couple of weeks ago I gave a seminar at Stanford University entitled ‘Revealing data: creepy or curious’.

Much of my research has been driven by a desire to encourage people to be more curious about the world they live in – be it about nature, culture, science or simply discovering more about what is normally invisible to the naked eye. I have had the great fortune to work with some fantastic researchers and designers, over the years, who have designed, engineered and deployed ever more creative and, sometimes outlandish, technology interventions, to achieve this. Each new technology that surfaces offers new possibilities of triggering curiosity – from mobile, pervasive computing, AR, tangibles to IoT. Using these, we have created all manner of interventions to get people to stop and wonder, for example, recorded millions of bat calls to make them accessible to the general public, mimicked the sounds of photosynthesis to get children thinking about ecology, and  visualised how much energy a community is using each day, by showing it as a new form of ‘street graph’ that could be seen by anyone walking down the road.

Collecting and analysing data has never been easier. There is tons of it now being collected, scraped, aggregated and combined in all manner of forms. It has opened up a whole new world of possibiilities. My research lab has started experimenting with new ways of presenting it back to communities in ways that can intrigue, galvanise and empower them. It is a very powerful tool. But by the same token, it has opened up all manner of doors for others to experiment with in less altruistic ways; be it human data, environmental data, health data, and online data.  I am only too aware, like many others, of the emergence of creepy data. By this, I mean the output of sensing technologies and machine learning algorithms that make inferences about what lies behind how we present ourselves  – be it our emotions, intentions or personality traits.

And therein lies the rub – the new brand of human data analytics is often done behind closed doors without us knowing it is happening. An example is the emergence of a new field of ‘emotional AI’ that uses facial recognition technology to help retailers improve how they customize the shopping experience. Faces of shopper are taken by store cameras in physical stores and converted into biometric templates that can work out in milliseconds the gender, age, emotion of someone and then look up any memories related to the face’s owner. In the UK, alone, it is estimated that 60% of retailers are using facial recognition technology to track people’s face. Companies like Axis Communications and NEC have become big players.

The same technology is also being used to assess job applicant’s answers to questions being asked of them; their every smile, twitch or frown is videoed during the job interview – that they are unaware of. It is subsequently analyzed and classified into specific kinds of emotions that are then matched up with personality traits. The combined personal data is scored and provides a profile as to how honest, passionate, or creative an applicant is and fed back to the company doing the hiring. For example, the UK start-up company, Human, are proud of their new AI tool, claiming it can “look into the micro-expressions” of people’s faces and, in doing so, even suggest that “these are the milliseconds of movement on the face which the naked human eyes often get wrong.” It has super-powers that can outplay us in our endeavor to deal with social situations. We may have evolved strategies to save face and when deemed necessary hide our true emotions – but now it seems AI can detect when we are lying, nervous, bored, unhappy, etc., from the mere twitch of a muscle.

Some might argue how is this approach different from other techniques used throughout history to cajole shoppers or detect if someone is lying? The drive to improve the shopping experience or to hire the right people is nothing new. Marketing companies and psychologists have been conjuring up personality tests, advertising strategies and the like, for decades in order to attract more eyeballs or understand better what makes someone tick and how hard-working, reliable, etc., they are. Furthermore, most online companies, routinely track and profile their customers, through the use of cookies and A/B testing. They are now accepted as part and parcel of life. So, why the sudden concern about so-called creepy data – especially the new methods of finding out more about what people do, what they like and what are they like?

The big difference between old fashioned marketing methods and the new-fangled analytics is that people do not have any control over the personal data that is being collected about them. All of this emotional AI can be seen as an invasion of their ‘neurological privacy’ – a term coined by my Phd student Lydia Nicholas that captures the insidiousness of collecting data under the skin.

Whereas advertising agents in the past, have used any number of tactics to get people to pay attention to the message in their ads and campaigns (Saatchi and Saatchi were masters at it) and then hopefully go and buy a product or vote for the opposite political party, they only had relatively small sampled data about what their targeted audiences said, did or felt. Moreover, they never got under the skin of people in the way current methods do. You could see on the billboards how low they would go when ‘lying’ to the public as this scary ‘labour isn’t working’ poster attests.

Nowadays, companies who collect and analyse personal data have a much sought after and valued asset. They know this only too well and will sell their data collections to third parties at a price – who can then use it in ways they deem fit. One only has to look at the Facebook-Cambridge Analytics scandal to see what can happen when data gets in to the wrong hands. While the jury is still out as to whether the online marketing methods used to persuade millions of people to vote for Trump or Brexit – that used data from millions of Facebook profiles – were effective at manipulating and changing thousands of people’s minds on whom to vote for – society’s outrage at this underhand way of treating the public without informing them properly of what they were using it for – has justifiably hit the roof.

Creepy data, in my mind, is derived from the new analytic methods being used to infer people’s proclivities and personalities, by getting under the hood, without them knowing it is happening. It is underhand and Brave New World-ish. Maybe emotional AI will one day become the new norm for figuring out when we are at our most suggestive and are only to happy to be primed when shopping for what we like looking for (in the way Netflix suggests what we might like to watch next). Or we will learn and wise up as to how to present our micro-expressions in the most favourable light.  But before this can happen we should know what is behind the new science – to be more privy to just how gullible, smart or pleasant we really are.

Plastic Robots

Six months ago, I was all in favour of the arrival of interactive androgynous robots in public places, like shopping malls and airports, that had the potential to be equally appealing and entertaining to kids of all ages and gender. Now I am not so sure. When departing from San Jose airport the other day, I came across a new breed of plastic robots that provide public services for travellers and their young children. The first one I encountered was a weird looking robot-guide, about adult-sized, who looked less robot-like and more digital display-like with a ‘blockhead’ stuck on top.  I approached it out of curiosity, then started pressing icons on the display to get directions to a coffee shop. While interacting with it, its encased head appeared to move while its eyes blinked at me. Not creepy but over the top silliness: a strange way to mix technology. Three of these so called greeters, named Norma, Piper and Amelia, have been at San Jose for over six months! They were developed by a Korean company and cost $120,000 each. That might explain their design but this is Silicon Valley.

Then a hundred meters away, I noticed a play area where two more plastic robots stood motionless amongst a bunch of other more colorful, conventional toys, such as a truck, balls, soft dolls, a desk and chair, crayons and the like. When a mother stopped to look, the human assistant in the play area invited her to place her toddler into the play pen. She then  switched on the robots to make them come alive with the goal of attracting the child towards them. Their tummy displays lit up and they made some sounds. One started moving its clunky arms towards the toddler, as if beckoning it to come closer. The child glanced momentarily at it but then turned to play with the truck on the ground that it was near to. They seemed far too big and ungamely for toddler interest. Compared with the toys that come alive in the Toy Story movie, the robots did not become animated when switched on but stood strangely, inanimate and cold-looking. And their white plastic bodies looked most unappealing. Neither robot had mouths but just big inset eyes. One of the robots had been dressed in a little frilly, red tutu-thingy. It looked most bizarre. The mix of cloth, plastic and digital display materials did not work at all together in this context. And why leave the other one ‘naked’? Most people walked straight passed the play area without so much as a glance. But one couple that did stop (they seemed to know the human assistant already) placed their toddler in the smaller pen next to the robot area. The toddler started to play with some Disney-character, oversized, but more ‘normal’ looking dolls. During this interaction, none of the assembled humans took a blind bit of notice of the robots.

I walked closer to the play area to read the marketing banner that was promoting the new child-friendly robot. “I am cute, I am cool, I am capable” it proudly acclaimed. We have a long way to go before robots start to get  anywhere near being any of these – let alone useful, attractive or desirable – at least in these settings.

Alarming Alert

When I lived in the mid-west in the US, I used to go swimming in the Olympic-sized outdoors pool at the University I was working at. One afternoon, I jumped in and started doing my strokes when I noticed people around me stopping and getting out. I did not think anything of it and carried on swimming until I got to the end of my lane. I then looked up and saw an official waving his arms furiously at me. My ears became attuned to a large shrill siren sounding. He shouted manically at me, “Tornado warning! Get out now!” I looked around and noticed by then everyone else had left the pool. I apologised saying I was from the UK and had not known what the sound meant. I quickly got out and ran to the changing room, where most people were hurriedly collecting their stuff and leaving.  I got changed and drove home, against the backdrop of blaring wailing sirens all around me and the car radio repeatedly telling me to go indoors, or if not possible, to hide in a ditch or under a bridge. I’d never been through this perpetual warning scare before. It felt terrifying. When I got back to an empty house (my then partner was elsewhere at the time), I put on the TV and hid in the utility room in the middle of the house. It felt silly standing there not knowing what to do, but also scary imagining the house being swept away in the path of the tornado. After a couple of hours, the siren warnings went away and I came back out into the living room, relieved after having been so tense for so long about what might have happened.

I can only imagine the panic and fear the residents of Hawaii went through yesterday on receiving a text message telling them to seek immediate shelter from a ballistic missile threat. Most probably thought initially it was a test drill but then realized from the message that it was for real. I think If I had been in their situation I would have gone ballistic with only 15 minutes to find shelter. Some people were able to quickly hide under their beds, while others were outdoors away from safety, playing golf, cycling or surfing.

It was not until 38 minutes later, when the emergency services sent out another message saying ‘there is no threat’ and the first message was mistakenly sent. One of their guys  had accidentally sent out the alert, having clicked ‘OK’ in response to a second message – intended as a safeguard – that asked whether the alert should go out. I am sure people were mightily relieved at receiving this, but at the same time confused, angry and in a state of shock.

The reason it took so long to send out the second message, after the emergency services realized what had happened was, according to Hawaii Governor David Ige, that “there was no automated way to send a false alarm cancellation. We had to initiate a manual process. And that was why it took a while to notify everyone.” Shame on the software engineers for making it so easy to trigger the alert but so difficult to rectify.

We’ve all clicked on that warning message button “Are you sure you want to …” where the dots can mean overwrite a disk, delete a file, send a message and so on. Sometimes, it triggers a momentary awareness that makes us think twice before and that we are sure; other times it is simply an automatic act.

It is far too easy to make a decision with huge consequences by simply pressing a button. If only software engineers and HCI researchers could come up with a better way of helping humans make rapid decisions for seismic events that have massive consequences. Perhaps, at the very least it should require two people to press their buttons in a sequence. After all, the aviation business has known for years that two is better than one; always requiring two cabin crew to manually ‘cross check’ when arming opposite doors of a plane.

Smart AI

One of my PhD students has been investigating how environmental sensors can be situated in community gardens to provide new data about light levels. The motivation stems from wanting to help the volunteers who work in these gardens decide what to plant and where best to plant new crops. The data can be digitally visualised for them on a display to provide new information about the patterns of shade and bright sunlight over time. Information they don’t currently have access to. Instead they rely on previous knowledge and experiences of what worked and what didn’t do so well. The aim is to augment people’s existing knowledge with new contextual information, especially where it can be difficult to predict how different areas of a garden changes due to seasonal shifts in light and variable plant growth.

However, the initial reaction from the community gardeners was one of scepticism. They did not want to have ‘computers’ in the garden because that is where they come to get away from the digital world. Instead they value the experience of being in the garden and the importance of ‘getting their hands in the dirt’.

But later, when shown the sensed light levels in different parts of the garden over time, using augmented reality, their initial resistance was replaced with a degree of curiosity. They could see the potential benefit of having such light data to hand that could be overlaid on their schematic sketches and maps of the garden when planning in the potting shed. What they were clear about was not wanting an app that gave them advice  about what to do in the garden.

Meanwhile in India, Microsoft in conjunction with the Andhra Pradesh government have been using AI and machine learning to help local farmers determine when best to sow their seeds for groundnut, rice, maize, cotton and the like. Using 40 years of past data for weather patterns and soil conditions, they have been able to develop a predictive model of the likelihood of rain, drought and even pest attacks. From their models, they can determine when the best time is to sow seeds in a given region so as to optimise yield and reduce risk of failure.

The really cool part of the project though is how the new knowledge is delivered to the farmers. Not via a smartphone app but by Microsoft letting the farmers know simply through sending them a text message – in their native language – to their feature phones.  And for those who can’t read they  leave a voice message. Gut feeling, experience and human wisdom are being replaced by straight forward messages – based on a remarkable combination of weather forecasting, satellite images, machine learning and cloud services. And what’s more, the farmers don’t need to have any sensors installed in their fields.

Who wouldn’t want to take heed from free advice coming from the cloud that is better informed and has a better chance of increasing their income? This seems like a win-win situation for all concerned. Local farmers benefit without having to compromise or change their practice. Scientists get to demonstrate a real impact of AI through increasing the income of people living in developing countries – without replacing them with robots or pushing ads down their phones. And Microsoft can bask in a feel-good factor for providing the infrastructure and wherewithal.

But what happens if the advice given is wrong?  And the farmers end up planting too early or too late resulting in a poor crop yield. Do they simply shrug their shoulders and think, oh well even AI can get it wrong. Do they continue to follow the text advice, next time – just like many people now have taken to blindly following their GPS when driving – sometimes against their better judgement. Or will they abandon the advice, revert to their gut instinct and decide once more for themselves? I supect we are in the midst of a quiet revolution in rural farming and there is no looking back. The AI will keep improving, too. But then again, global warming is also in our midst. And that is unpredictable.

 

Alpha Generation

When does childhood innocence disappear?  Does it get younger for each generation as they get caught up in the all encompassing digital world? The other day I was asked by a writer from Wired UK to comment on the latest Alpha Generation – kids who are  born after 2010. Most have yet to start school but many are no doubt merrily enjoying much screen time – watching cartoons, playing games and flicking through endless photos. The writer was interested in how technology and culture are shaping the development of this generation and how this will impact their attitudes and expectations. My honest answer was to say I have no idea other than they will be ever more tech savvy from an earlier age and kiddie-sized selfie sticks will become the next big craze. Toddlers will be able to look at the results of their nappy-clad, snapping, magically appearing on smart home-embedded displays that will pop up on the floors and walls and in the covers of books and even on their clothing – long before they have developed any sense of self consciousness. Seeing themselves everywhere will become the new norm, where their digital self is omnipresent.

On a more serious note, for many years, the pressing questions confronting parents have been: at what age do we let our children have a smartphone? How many hours a week should they be allowed screen time? How do we prevent them inadvertently or curiously coming across adult content or other unsuitable material? The BBC used to help parents by having a set children’s hour of TV shows and  a policy for a 9.00 o’clock watershed where TV producers chose carefully not to show crime, violence or sex before then. Kids were assumed to be in bed then or it became the responsibility of parents to chose what they watched with them. But with so many new TV channels, and the universal uptake of Netflix, Amazon Prime and YouTube, all able to be viewed on multiple platforms at any time – all that has changed. Now there are so many ways of viewing all sorts of content really easily. It is much harder for parents to control what their children watch – at school, in their bedrooms or even in the living room. If they are super conscious they can  set all manner of parental controls on everything. But children are instinctively curious and have a way of discovering what is forbidden or hidden from them with little difficulty.

New technology also opens doors for inadvertently coming across unexpected content. Only a few months ago a YouTube video went viral showing Amazon Alexa misrecognizing what a toddler asked it to do. The little boy said “Play Twinkle Twinkle” and Alexa heard it as “you want to go to a porn site” then proceeded to list all the options available. The video of the child’s parent intervening is very funny.

It is impossible to shield children from the dark side of adult life.

Not only are parents having to worry more about their kids being exposed to such unsavoury content through new tech, there is now pressure on them to embrace the latest range of apps that can track their baby’s movements, breathing patterns, crying levels and so on. But why stop at 6 months? Why not keep tracking them in to their toddler years, adding ever more apps – such as how well they are learning to speak, walk and play with other kids? What about measuring specific kinds of cognitive skills they are developing; all the drawings they ever made, their first attempts at writing a story, all their scores on tests from 5 years old and so on. And then there is the possibility of capturing what happens in their minds – their fantasies, made-up games and imaginary friends. I am sure someone will come up with an app that can conjure up their inner soul based on doing some trickery with all that data to hand. Whether it is a true reflection is another matter.

Soon, it will be expected that every parent should be measuring and monitoring their children growing up, and in doing so accumulating vast amounts of kiddy data that will be viewed as part and parcel of good parenting. The commercial opportunities will be endless.

Call me an old fogey, but childhood should be ephemeral, exciting and enjoyed for what it is – whether it is with and without toys, or in front of or away from screens. Just like everything else in life, there needs to be a balance between how much and when. For me, the scary unknown is the prospect that the Alpha Generation will have terabytes of data accumulating about them every day of the year: their every action, emotion, spoken and texted word that ends up as reams of digital summaries, albums, timelines, profiles, graphs and so on. An ever-lengthening shadow of themselves etched in the digital ether. It is going to make it much harder to imagine a future where they can freely use their creative juices to embellish, edit and shape their own stories and mental memories. Sadly, childhood innocence is being swallowed up by the cloud. The right to be forgotten by the Alpha Generation will need urgent attention.

Grown-up Robots

When visiting the vast Westfield Emporium in San Francisco last week I came across my first Pepper Robot. It was performing in front of an attentive young man in a cordoned off area next to an escalator. I watched their encounter unfold; the young chap followed the robot’s instructions to play a guessing game and after that join in creating some music. The chap seemed to be engrossed and did whatever Pepper asked him to do. Each time the chap responded Pepper became quite animated; its eyes and ears locking onto him and changing colour sporadically. The chap’s responses alternated between speaking, gesturing or touching Pepper’s ‘tummy tablet’ interface. Whilst talking to the chap, Pepper’s white plastic head also moved rather jerkily along with making various welcoming arm and hands movements. Both appeared to be enjoying themselves.

After a further five minutes of interaction, the chap said goodbye to Pepper and I took my turn. I said hello to it and then selected various options from its tablet tummy as well as listening to its suggestions. This hybrid model of a talking, gesturing, child-sized robot that passers-by interact with by mirroring its actions or selecting options from a touch tablet display seems intuitive and an endearing way of communicating with a machine. Clearly, it is not trying to be like a human but has been designed to act like a robot with anthropomorphic qualities.

I began by playing some imaginary music pads Pepper had laid out in front of me along to a piece of synthesized music. Pepper then played the mix back to me – but it did not sound that good. Then I tried the option of learning German. Pepper asked me to say, ‘guten Morgen’. When I pronounced this with gusto, it was very happy, rolling its eyes around and moving its arms up and down while flexing its potato peeler fingers.

The Pepper robots have been around now for about a year and have found their home mainly in shopping malls, conference venues and showrooms. They started appearing first in Japan and now have reached the shores of the US and Europe. The reason retailers have got interested in them is for their potential marketing value: attracting shoppers back to the malls. It sends out the message loud and clear: come to our shopping mall and have fun. As well as playing games, the retail Pepper robots have been programmed to offer advice about the various stores, eating places and special offers.

Behind me was a family, with two young boys, watching and waiting patiently to have their go. It seems like something that people from all walks of life will want to try out. Certainly, Pepper is a crowd-pleaser but not sure, however, of its crowd-pulling potential. I couldn’t see anyone going specially to the mall to be entertained by a Pepper and then going further into the mall to spend. But, then again, you never know, since I ended up buying a dress in one of the stores and having a nice lunch in the good court.

Meanwhile, this year’s must-have Christmas toys have been predicted to be a life-like doll called Luvabella and a Lego robot controlled by an iPad. Presumably, the former is targeted at girls and the latter at boys (It does make cross that such blatant toy gender stereotyping continues well into the 21st century). Luvabella, however, is far from Pepper-cute looking. It looks more like a monster doll with huge blue eyes. And it makes disconcerting gurgling and kitten-like noises when you feed it plastic food, play peek-a-boo or give it a plastic toy to kiss. I have never heard a baby make noises like the ones Luvabella produces. There is not even an uncanny valley feel about it. I can’t imagine why any child would want to play with one. What’s more this kind of cringe-making, pretend like-like toy has been wheeled out before. Amazing Amanda came out five years ago and was equally sickly and did not sell well. The novelty wears of pretty quickly – and the play-acting that is offered is so contrived. Give me an interactive androgynous robot Pepper any day that is equally appealing and entertaining to kids of all ages and gender.

Driverless Cars

We hear all the time now about how driverless cars will revolutionize the automobile industry. Billions of dollars, yen and euros are being poured into research labs throughout the world to make this happen. The race is on – who will lay the golden egg? Google has spun out its own company, Waymo, calling itself, “a self-driving tech company with a mission to make it safe and easy for people and things to move around”; Apple’s CTO has described their venture as “the mother of all AI projects”, while relative newcomers to the field, Uber, fancy their chances, too.

The rhetoric behind why such a game changer in car control is inevitable is hard to argue against. It usually starts with how many people are killed in car accidents. From the road crash statistics website, we see that “Nearly 1.3 million people die in road crashes each year, on average 3,287 deaths a day. An additional 20-50 million are injured or disabled. More than half of all road traffic deaths occur among young adults ages 15-44.” That makes it the biggest killer amongst young people. The bottom line is that self-driving cars will make our roads safer by reducing human error. The computer controlled cars will be able to be programmed to be reliable, safe and efficient. Unlike, human drivers, they won’t be susceptible to poor judgement caused by road rage, fatigue, failing eyesight, texting, distraction caused by talking on the phone, etc. Furthermore, driverless cars will enable people who can’t drive, for whatever reasons, to be mobile. Instead of hailing a taxi or waiting for a bus they will be able to call up a driverless car from their garage or a special pod and instruct it to go where they want to. Who would not want such a future?

MOUNTAIN VIEW, CA. One of the first Google self-driving cars being  displayed at the Google headquarters in 2012 in California. (Photo by Justin Sullivan/Getty Images)

However, there is a long way to go before anyone gets anywhere near the finishing line. It is a ginormous undertaking to work out how to transform society so that the billions of cars we currently use today are replaced by driverless ones. It is not like developing a single piece of tech, such as a smartphone, or even a big piece of tech, such as a process control plant. The amount of computation required to run a driverless car city is likely to involve trillions of lines of code in conjunction with the necessary radar, LIDAR sensors, and other hardware/software (current cars use millions of lines of code to work). The driverless car city will also need to sort out how to deal with all the legal, social, logistical, ethical and environmental aspects: who is responsible for updating the software, how the cars are taxed, who is responsible for paying out compensation, who pays for the upkeep of the new whole system, whether children can be driven alone in a car and so on.

I have been trying to imagine what it would be like to be in Tokyo, Beijing, Paris, London or even Brighton with a new road system that supports self-driving cars. I find it hard to compute. For starters, people are not stupid and they like a bit of mischief. Once they clock that jumping in front of a driverless automated car will result in it stopping in its tracks – all manner of ‘knock down ginger’ car games will come into being. The autonomous car system will quickly come to a standstill especially when a group of teenagers start the craze of flash mob car standstills. Sure, the authorities will eventually make this kind of behaviour illegal but people will still find ways of getting in the way of the driverless cars.

And what about bikes weaving in and out and whizzing past the driverless cars? That will give their laser beams a right wobble. Next, the authorities will have to force bike riders and pedestrians to wear sensor and laser tech themselves, too – so a system of systems will have to decide who has priority, whether to stop a car or hoot at a person to stop.

Governments will then have the smart idea of keeping cars, bikes and people segregated – just like they did when building the relatively new city of Milton Keynes. In this modern metropolis, the cars drive above ground on a grid and roundabout system while the cyclists and pedestrians cycle on red paths (called ‘redways’) along a network of canals and through a cobweb of underpasses. The result is a city of isolated burbs that don’t connect (and apparently has one of the lowest cycling levels in the UK). As Ben Evans tweeted the other day, just like “horseless carriages – remove the horse and everything else changes”. There is none of the rub of what a city should really be – amongst which the smells, blasts, sirens, laughter, screams and revving of waiting cars are central.

Vehicle autonomy may save more lives than our current cars but at the expense of requiring segregation of the people from their urban centres and separate driverless car networks. Is that what we really want? Perhaps the less lofty goal of augmenting existing vehicles with all manner of driving aids that can help drivers be more alert and help reduce their errors by taking control at opportune times is the best way forward?

Face Age

I have been watching episodes of “Tonight at the London Palladium” on ITV for the last couple of weeks. My interest was whetted when seeing one of my former schoolmates, Bradley Walsh, hosting it. He is slick, funny, charming and on occasion a bit naughty. Just how I remember him at Francis Combe School when he was 15 years old, and he had the rest of the class in stitches impersonating Tommy Cooper. Besides the variety acts he introduces each week, from moving magicians to sparkly singers, he invites an unwitting member of the audience to come onto the stage and play a ‘guess the age’ game. One row of the audience is asked to stand up and the participant has to guess their age by saying whether the person to the right of them is older or younger. This is repeated for each person all the way down the row. The person who has been judged to be older or younger then turns over a white card, they are holding, which reveals how old they actually are. If the participant guesses right the audience roars in approval. If they get it wrong everyone looks a bit embarrassed. Great fun. Mostly the guesses are right because humans have developed a well-honed skill of working out the age of someone by how their face looks.

It was with a mix of shock and then disbelief that I later saw a version of the guessing game being played by a computer for real in a wine bar in Hove. Many bars and clubs now have scanning technology (Scannet.com). It checks someone’s ID card (usually their driving license) and reveals the details on a public TV display for all to see; their mugshot with their age and a big tick on either side – indicating if their ID has passed the authentication test. While having a quiet drink in the wine bar after dinner, we noticed it in action as the early birds arrived, all made up. They waited patiently at the door for their go with their ID cards ready to hand over to the bouncer. It just seemed routine to them. Nothing out of the ordinary. Why were we so surprised?

The mugshots that appear on the screen appeared to have some kind of pattern superimposed on their foreheads which made each one look like a criminal photo. Their age extracted from the card also shows up in bold 60 point font; both can be seen clearly from anywhere nearby. For added security, the scanner takes a photo of the ID card and stores it as data. Who knows what other information is stripped from the ID card as part of that data? When the scanner is not in use, a webcam on top of the display clicks into action, like a CCTV camera, which was pointed at our table in front of it – we could see ourselves on the screen drinking.And for equal measure, there is another TV screen, with the same information appearing on it, hanging by the bar, so the bartenders can check as well as the bouncers.

Apparently, in London and other cities across the world, it is now required to install this kind of ID scanning equipment in clubs and bars. Worryingly, the data does not stay in one place. The scanners are all hooked up to a network that allows all the signed up clubs and bars to share the data with each other. Should a clubber be rowdy in a bar and subsequently banned, they may find they are banned from all the other venues that are part of that network. No wonder nightclubs are closing by the hundreds throughout the UK.

We watched as people’s ages popped up alongside their faces on the screen – 22, 23, 26, 33. We played our own version of the London Palladium game, guessing whether we thought the number appearing on the screen matched the person walking through the door. Some looked older than their actual age rather than younger. None appeared under age or had fake ID. Perhaps the technology was doing its job acting as a deterrent. But most unsettling to us was that the young things did not seem to care in the slightest – after being handed back their cards they headed straight to the bar to grab a cocktail. Par for the course of being young these days.

Super Robots

roombawhiskerI visited some friends for dinner last night and in the corner of their living room I spied a Roomba. I asked them if they still used it and they enthused how it was one of the best presents ever. They have had it for five years and they have used it everyday. It never complains, just gets on with cleaning their hard wood floors and carpets downstairs. This was viewed as a godsend for their family of 3 growing boys. They gave me a demo of their ‘RoboCop’ in action, and it simply went about its business, twirling around, picking up crumbs, fluff and other stuff, while all the time snitching its plastic whiskers to re-orient itself for when it gets stuck in a tight corner.

Having an autonomous gadget that cleans floors simply works. Over 12 million Roombas have been sold worldwide since they were introduced in 2002. China is now getting in on the act and shipping them by the boatload.

superrobotThere is much talk about the next generation of domestic robots. However, these are of an order of magnitude more ambitious than the Roomba in what they are being programmed to do and the hoped for improvements to life. They are now being coined super-robots (Sunday Observer, Nov 6th 2016). One of the latest offerings is Miro – designed to be like a cute cartoon dog with big eyes, big ears and a pert plastic tail. Funnily enough, it has no legs so can’t jump up or crouch or fetch like a real dog. Instead it sits on two base stumps. Its role is to be a companion dog that will nag its owner to do things. The envisioned end user is an old granny, who forgets to take her medicine and people’s names. Making a robot dog be your reminder seems perverse to me. Dogs are meant to be petted, cuddled and taken for walks – not to become your super ego.

The makers mean well – just like all the many other assistive technology developers do. They all seem to have a vision of what ageing is – an old person living on their own who could fall over at any moment and that new tech can sense when this has happened and alert an ambulance to come to the rescue. This breed of robots are quite different from the early dog robots, like Aibo (an expensive toy that was popular a few years back among computer science departments) – that could amuse its owners with tricks. They are being designed to be integrated in smart homes, with cameras, sensors and wearables all thrown into the mix. The dream of tech developers is to put all this gubbins together in someone’s home to show tech’s might. The system of sensors will be able to measure everything about an old person and what they do in their own home, including their heart rate, body temperature, when the taps were turned on and off, when the toilet was flushed, how much toilet paper was used at a sitting and so on. But who is interested in all of this and who is going to look at all of the masses of data that will quickly acumulate?

There will be special data analytic companies set up whose job it will be to monitor the millions of feeds of data, determining if one of the many alerts and notifications that will beep away on their screens actually need attention or is just a quirk of the quotidian of being at home. Most of the data will be extraneous and of no use to helping old people living on their own. It is no substitute for a friendly face popping round for a cup of tea and a chat.

What’s more the domestic robots are still a long way from being able to perform taken for granted chores like making a cup of tea, emptying out the dish washer or making a cheese and pickle sandwich. They might be able to make the perfect pancake but they can’t use a spatula to take it out of the frying pan and place it onto a plate – something we humans do without thinking. Simply put, “It’s an implicit knowledge humans have, but it’s extremely hard to make that explicit for a robot.” (Michael Beetz, head of RoboHow). While companion robots can be programmed to roll their eyes around or purr when stroked, they are a long way from looking their owner in the eye to say ‘come on, pet’, or sharing a good laugh with them cracking jokes about the innuendos being pronounced on TV.

The people who are being targeted at for the next generation of super-robots are the frail, the lonely and those with Alzheimers or other memory loss. The robots are going to cost an arm and a leg together with all the other tech and monitoring support needed. The Roombas, in contrast, were targeted at consumers, from busy working families to business people. They now cost the same as a smartphone or a dishwasher.

Why can’t the next generation of domestic robots, be designed to help everyone enjoy life more than be just nagging at old folk. Our parents and elders are a lot smarter than tech developers might like to think – as this wonderful video from Superflux called ‘Univited Guests’ depicts.

Uninvited Guests from Superflux on Vimeo.

All-electric Car

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Driving a fully electric car for the first time felt like being in an ultra turbo charged golf buggy. Well, the acceleration and deceleration part of driving. Instead of going vroom vroom when you put your foot on the pedal the car shot off with a G-force lurch in almost silence. And when you take your foot off the pedal the opposite happens. In equal measures, the deceleration is quite dramatic. There is no need to use the brake as the stopping happens automatically.

The car in question was the new BMW i3. I had been offered the chance to give it a test drive while at a conference in Brisbane, Australia. At first blush, it looks like any other mid-range car – shiny and stylish on the outside, roomy and detailed on the inside. However, it begins to look different when you peer in. For a start there are no door handles on the back seat doors (I begun my trip as a passenger). The driver has to let you in by pushing out a swing-like saloon door. Then, when you take a closer look at the dashboard it seems not quite right. Things seem to be missing while others are in strange places. Switches and buttons have replaced mechanical parts. For example, to start, you press a button to switch the ‘engine’ on and flick another switch to turn the hand brake off. No force is required to yank the gear lever or make sure the hand brake is fully disengaged.
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A light touch is only ever needed throughout the experience. There is never any sense of ‘giving it a bit of welly’. The only welly seems to be hidden in the car when it seemingly takes a lot of the control out of the driving.

So how best to describe the all-electric car? Coffee comes to mind. The drive starts off like an espresso and then switches into a latte. You get a jolt, reaching 100 km from standing in only 7.2 seconds. After that, it feels very smooth and quiet as the outdoors passes you by. There is no smell of petrol, oil or diesel or in the marketing blurb “no odours at the point of use”. And of course, there is no purring or idling of the engine. Just new car smell silence.

The blurb on the website goes onto claim, “first and foremost it delivers exceptional driving pleasure. To move off from a standstill, just dip the accelerator gently and the BMW i3 will accelerate powerfully and almost silently.”

Somehow dipping and driving don’t mix just like oil and water.

“How did you like the dip?”
“Quite a big one, eh!”
“Wasn’t that quiet acceleration out of this world?”

“Zero Co2 emissions, zero noise, zero coke.” It seems, we are increasingly living in a world of denial.

You can’t imagine a boy racer talking like that. The language of driving is going to have change to match the new slipper-soled, all-electric experience.

bmw-i8-spyder-ces-2016-04When I parked the car, I eyed a gleaming orange BMW i8 parked nearby. I could not take my eyes off it – nor could many other passers-by. Now, that is the super duper souped up top of the range going for a song, to the order of £250K. Obviously, targeted at the wealthy to swan about in. The doors open outwards, again, but this time more majestically like insect wings. It flies like an angel, just maybe.

Cognitive Dressing

gettyimages There is so much hype about AI at the moment; how it is going to transform society in so many ways. The 4th industrial revolution seems to be in our midst. Our lives will be made more efficient and everything will be easier but at the cost of 20th century jobs ceasing to be and machines becoming more autonomous.

The latest offering is from the fashion house Marchesa who have teamed up with IBM Watson to make an AI-enabled dress – somewhat misleadingly called a cognitive dress. The dress has a network of LEDs sewn into it that can change colour depending on signals sent to them. LEDs in clothing has been around for years and is super dumb. So what is intelligent about the cognitive dress? Well it is based on an analysis of social media data in realtime. IBM Watson analyzes Marchesa’s follower’s tweets tagged #CognitiveDress, instagrams and Facebook posts – and uses these to translate the aggregated sentiment expressed through colours. Words like cool, amazing and awesome are tagged as positive emotions and if enough are detected then the dress will transform into a rose colour (signifying joy) and then coral when the sentiments get a bit more passionate, and then aqua if excitement is detected. Others colours projected are lavender that shows the followers are curious about a model or product and butter to show encouragement.

replace_flower_back_2xNow remind me what lavender means? The mappings between the colours and the underlying sentiments seem fairly arbitrary but maybe that does not matter. Followers watching the models on the catwalk can ‘see’ the colours on the dress change in response to their Internet activity.

But this isn’t AI in the true sense. It is a bit of keyword crunching and machine learning, triggering colours to turn on when a threshold for a state has been reached. The underlying technology that was developed to do this is hardly rocket science. IBM also uses its powerful computers to gather thousands of images stored by Marchesa and feeds them into a color design tool, which it claims to be able to understand how the psychological effects of colors, image aesthetics and emotions are interrelated. Maybe that could be considered cleverer. The creative part however is not what appears on the dress – but a neat design tool built on this that can suggest a new palette to designers that they might not have thought about and which fits Marchesa’s brand.

There is much more that can be done with the emerging AI technology. But, importantly, we should be thinking of how humans can work together with computers to make better decisions than each can do alone – about how to live our lives more creatively and enjoyably, resolve complex problems, create new inventions, work out how best to feed 7 billion people, develop new economics models and so on. What excites me is how computation, machine learning, and human intelligence is how we can synergistically come up with new ideas for a diversity of tasks, from planning a complex itinerary, determining the best way to learn, and to help politicians work together on a new global warming agreement, peace initiative, or trade policy. It requires thinking at what points should computers solve problems, simulate solutions, and show outcomes and at what points should humans intervene, overide, control, suggest and inspire.

Pigeon Carriers

pigeonI came across an article in the news about using pigeons to monitor air pollution levels in London. 12 carrier pigeons have each been strapped with a backpack full of sensor technologies that can detect nitrogen oxide and other gases. It seems pretty harmless and rather cute at first imagining such birds helping humans to discover how polluted our city is (or not) in places where it would be impossible or very difficult to find out otherwise. Maybe we will discover that it is more polluted at the top of Nelson’s column than in the grounds of Buckingham Palace – when we might have assumed the opposite. Maybe the birds will ‘understand’ their mission to learn more and swoop down into all sorts of unexpected places, including inside churches, shopping malls and onto the smelly platforms at Kings Cross.

While seemingly benign, something irked me about the use of animals in this way for human interest. Is it right? Has anyone asked the pigeons if they minded acting as mules? Surely, it would be uncomfortable for the pigeons flying whilst wearing all that kit? Plamena Panova tweeted the same concern as me:
“@PigeonAir How safe are your backpacks for the pigeons? Do they cause them pain or discomfort?” Apparently, the carrier pigeons only had to wear their backpacks for three days during the experiment and then they were removed.

bees_3370425bAnother project has been using bees to monitor the air quality of industrally polluted areas. Bees generate a lot of static electricity that results in molecules from pollen sticking to their wings, legs and abdomen. Tiny particles that are hard to detect can also be picked up by the bees providing a way of measuring local levels of pollution. The researchers have been using bees to discover more about the pollution levels of an industrial area of Sardinia where there used to be lead-zinc mines operating until a few years back. While the bees in this case can fly around unfettered they still are breathing the polluted air.

But it is not just bees and pigeons that are now becoming our roaming sensors but all manner of animals. From elephants to whales to ducks – all are being donned with electronic gear and often for much longer periods in the pursuit of science. The benefits are obvious – providing us humans with more detailed data about the gases around us, climate change or more about the animal’s own migration patterns and predatory/sexual behaviors. Scientists are having a field day finding out more about what dolphins, bats and ants get up to in their natural habitats.

The scientists argue that this kind of pervasive data collection is invaluable. Moreover, they reassure us that the animals are not being harmed in anyway. Let’s hope they are right. After all, donkeys, packhorses and mules have been carrying infinitely heavy loads for our needs for centuries. The pigeon backpacks are featherweight in comparison.

We often go to great lengths to debate the ethics of whether humans should be monitored or monitor on behalf of others (e.g. workers wearing sensor vests to collect environmental data in warehouses) but we rarely question whether if it is OK to use animals to do the same. Of course it would be easier if we could simply ask the animals if they mind.

drone-swarm-2 swarmingPerhaps, in the not too distant future those drones, that are becoming commonplace in our parks, will take over our monitoring needs. And we might get to watch them as wings of beauty instead of as noisy pesky devices – that they currently are. Rather than watching a flock of starlings swarming in formation against a beautiful sunset we might one day be in awe of a swarm of flying drones performing breathtaking air display acts.

Which Reality?

markzuckerbergVirtual Reality is all the rage again. Last week Mark Zuckerberg extolled the joys of not only being able to see and interact in virtual worlds but to be able to record those special moments, yourself, using a 360 degree camera. Up until now, we have had to rely on filmmakers and researchers to develop the VR content using expensive equipment and powerful software. But it seems, sometime soon we will be able to get our hands on the technology and start capturing birds in flight, cars racing past and our dogs doing tricks – so that our friends and ourselves can see and share them from all angles. For Zuckerberg, a recent father, it was imagining being able to capture his daughter’s first steps that caught the headlines:

“I hope we have a 360 camera that can capture the whole scene, so if my family isn’t there to experience it, I can send it to them afterwards — or it would be real-time enough where I could stream it to them live. They could put on a headset or get a message and feel like they’re really there and experiencing it.”

What a wonderful sentiment. But I wonder how much better the experience will be than existing ways of capturing those special moments, like using smartphone video or GoPro or even a cheap and cheerful camera – that can be quickly uploaded to Instagram or Facebook or WhatsApp or whatever – for all to see at the press of a button or a swipe of the phone. With VR it requires donning a headset to see the content. For many that could be a step too far. While the headsets will come down in price and every household will be able to afford one for Christmas – it is likely to not be the best quality. For an unknown number of people (could be quite high) it will make them feel claustrophobic, nauseous or headachy. Also overlooked in the current hype and fanfare about VR, is that the headsets are like toothbrushes – fine for you to wear but not for anyone else to use. They can pick up human scent, especially hair sweat – being worn so closely to the head – meaning they can get very smelly and unhygienic. It is likely that no one wants to don the VR headset of a teenager gamer anymore than they would want to try on their sneakers.

phphh9njx The few times I have tried on an Occulus Rift headset it has been sanitized for me with a sterilized wet wipe. Even then, I detected a slight whiff of the last person who wore them. Can’t see people getting the wet wipes out every time they want a quick VR fix. Of course we could each own our own headset but you might find out you don’t like the smell of your own head. I suspect the first generation of VR headsets targetted at the general market will go the way 3D glasses went – those that had to be worn for 3DTV. Most have fallen into disuse, disrepair or got lost behind the back of the sofa.

giphy Besides wearing a VR headset makes people look weird and as this video attests, it is also terribly anti-social. You immediately shut yourself off from the rest of the world in ways that other technologies don’t. While it can be very annoying to be shut out when someone answers a call or checks their phone when you are in a conversation with them – you can look away, fiddle with your own phone or give them a glare to let them know how you feel. When someone goes into VR forget it.

3ddisposeOf course you could meet others in the guise of avatars in a VR world and have lots of fun. That possibility has been around for year for gamers. Other areas, such as training and overcoming phobias like fear of flying have also been benefitting from the application of this technology for a while. The leap from this to everyday viewing and sharing of moments is still a leap of faith. Having said that – when the first disposable 3D cameras came out back in the mid 90s I was bowled over by the 3D postcard photos they created. And spent a happy few months playing with them. Then they just disappeared off the shelf. Whatever happened to them?

imagesMy money is on augmented reality being the winner. Microsoft’s HoloLens looks amazing. Where it differs from VR is in the nature of the wearable and the digital augmentation. The wizardry behind HoloLens, will allow the user to still see and engage with the real world while also interact with all sorts of overlaid 3D content on that world. It is still very much a technology for the individual but at least you will be able to see what the rest of the family is up to in the living room or whether the real family dog wants some attention.

Hot Shots

shutterstock_239524879-1024x776 Everywhere you look now there are people – the majority young girls – taking photos of themselves, whether it is on the beach, up a mountain, at a party, or in front of a famous landmark. It is increasingly common for selfie sticks to be used to enhance the poser’s look, by providing better angles of their face and other bits. These are then instantly uploaded to Instagram and the wait begins. Who will give the first like or comment? How many likes will they get in the first hour?

An instant hit follows if someone gets some likes and/or comments within five minutes of uploading. The hits only last for a moment and then it is onto taking the next set of photo shots hoping one of these is even more likeable, stunning and stands out from the others that their followers are taking in their parallel worlds.

Last summer while on vacation on a Greek island we saw the Instagram craze in full throttle while on a quiet boat trip to a few of the less populated beaches. A group of twenty-something year old Greek girls, covered in shiny skin salt spray (that was frequently applied to make their skin look like it does for models on the cover of glossy magazines) posed on the boat, sometimes just a few inches away from us – for the whole 8 hours – completely oblivious to anyone else, but themselves. At times they took up to 100 shots per hour. The trouble was that their poses were as fake as their tans. The fluttering of the eyelids, the pushing of their cleavages out of their bikinis and the pouting of lips just did not cut the mustard. Well not for the rest of us on the boat. They were also on the chunky side and, in our minds, not at all attractive.

chandonaustralia The same happened yesterday when I was on a wine tour in the Yarra Valley in Australia. A group of young girls, wearing floppy hats, large insect shades and high waisted shorts joined us on the bus. Instead of listening to any of the commentary they spent the whole time shooting snap after snap, uploading the best of their batch at half hour intervals and then waiting anxiously for the notifications to start pinging likes and comments on their phone. I don’t think they took in anything about the production of the wine, the beautiful scenery or what the different wines were. The time they seemed most animated was when taking photos of themselves posing by glasses of champagne at Chandon Australia (the image is not of them but another one from @Chandon Australia).

There is a viral video at the moment doing the rounds called ‘Instagram Husband’. It captures how many young girls now use their partners as extended selfie sticks to get more extreme shots of themselves to post in their virtual worlds. It is all about the ultimate posing and most gratifying posting now.The boyfriends and husbands are left feeling like second fiddles, largely being overlooked.

Screen-ShotAccording to Mashable, more people died in 2015 from accidents taking selfies than were killed by sharks. 12 people died falling off cliffs, stairs and other precipices whereas only 8 people were killed by sharks. That stark statistic puts the latest narcissistic craze into perspective. The number will surely rise as tourists become ever more daring in order to get ever more likes. It is hardly surprising that increasing number of parks and tourist attractions are now banning the selfie stick because they dont want dead tourists in their midst.

EdSheeren Meanwhile, superstar singer and songwriter Ed Sheeran announced recently that he is “taking a break” from social media to begin seeing the world through his own eyes and not always via a screen. He has a phenomenal 16 million Twitter followers and 5.5 million Instagram fans lapping up his snaps. This random photo got 393,000 likes and over 5000 comments/strings of emojis (“you look cute”, “wow”, “so amazing!”, “love this photo”). Good on you, Ed. Just make sure you don’t take a smartphone or camera with you on your travels.

Futuristic Videos

It has become increasingly popular for companies to make a YouTube video that depicts their world of future living. Some are intended to show what is possible now and others what it will be like in a few years hence. Most depict a world where technology is there to serve us making our lives more efficient, less effortful, more informative, and even calming. One future living video I came across the other day, while doing some research for am upcoming lecture, was by Hoover – the well known vacuum cleaning company. It was released a few weeks ago, to promote their vision of the future home, where people can stay in touch with all their white goods via an application that is ostensibly the Internet of Things – wherever they are. The marketing guys have even metamorphosed the concept into a Wizard that does it all for them with the strapline “Tech that Talks”.

The scenarios played out of modern life are so out of touch with the messiness and richness of the real world it made me laugh. The kitchen has been decked out with smart sensors that proudly send out a constant string of notifications to the owners’ smartphones and tablets keeping them informed of how much energy is being used, when the cooking is done, when the dishwasher has been switched on, and so on. A young couple are shown living in perfect harmony; the wife sitting on a bar stool flicking through her tablet, waiting for the stove to tell her to take a saucepan off the hob when the stove has decided it is ready. The husband, meanwhile, is out cycling by himself in the park when he gets a notification on his phone, that is strapped to his arm. He stops, takes his phone out of the arm strap and reads a message from the cooker telling him the fan in the cooker hood has been activated – presumably because of the steam arising from the cooking. He smiles to himself – presumably because he infers dinner will be ready on the table when he gets back.

Honestly, do these tech companies seriously think young couples dream of a life where they are constantly bombarded by notifications on their phones letting them know every time the fridge, the oven, the dishwasher, the cat flap and so on have done something they feel worthy of broadcasting? It is enough to turn anyone into an obsessive-compulsive disorder addict. Never mind the sterotyping of the different roles.

Some of the videos have an injection of humour in them that at least makes you know they are not taking themselves totally seriously. One I liked from a couple of years ago was a concept video of how a pair of running shoes could talk to its wearer, encouraging them to be more active. They got a lot of mileage from considering how to get people to run for the pleasure of it – rather than reaching some target that most of the self obsessed step counting apps that are around now make us all aim for.

There are also a number of videos that show how future technology can transform the health of the nation. The one below was created for me and a friend while we were on a ride at Disneyland. It is short, sweet, funny and suggestive of how we can continue to enjoy life without being scared of taking risks because technology will be there to the rescue – to heal our broken bones in a matter of hours.

One of my favourite videos of future living captures the absurdity and stupidity of a future where monitoring and notifying are at its heart. It portrays a man in his 70s finding the smart home all rather tedious and tiresome – that his children and grand children have set up for him to reassure themselves (sic) that he is living healthily and safely by himself at home. He then works out how to outsmart the smart technology while keeping his family thinking he is doing all the things they want him to do. There is hope yet for humanity after all.

Sense-able Cars?

tyre-pressure-monitoring-icon Last week, when on a road trip in Ireland, a worrying ping followed by a warning light appeared on the dashboard – as we were merrily cruising along a remote country road. The car was asking us to check the pressure of the tyres – in the middle of nowhere. It picked its moment! Why suddenly then? Did we have a slow puncture? Had we been driving for too long? Had the nasty pothole we had driven over an hour ago caused one tyre to loose pressure? We discussed a number of possibilities but could not settle on the cause. When we eventually reached our hotel (there being no garage on route) we looked at all the tyres and kicked them. They all looked and felt fine. Next day, after turning the engine on, the car pinged at us again and the dasterly warning light came back on. Eventually, we found a garage and checked the tyres – getting our hands filthy from twisting the caps off. All was fine. We turned the engine back on but the hazard light was still glowing menacingly on the dashboard.

When we got home I phoned the local VW dealer to ask them how to turn it off. They told me to switch on the car entertainment system and navigate through a series of sub menus until I reached one that said ‘car’ settings. When I tried I found everything but the menu of ‘car’ options. So I gave up and instead drove to the dealer. A friendly mechanic sat in the car, poked around and eventually located a small button inside the glovebox hidden obscurely right at the top. He pressed it for a few seconds and the warning light went off.

There was nothing wrong with the tyre pressure. Just every now and again the car thinks it should let you know you should check them. How annoying is that piece of software design? Especially when it is not smart enough to tell you how to turn the warning light off or, what to do after you have checked them and they are fine. Which design engineer came up with the smart idea of placing the reset button in a place that is impossible to find? And which sensor engineer came up with the idea of asking you to check your tyre pressure at some random time through using a warning sign on the dashboard – causing unnecessary anxiety?

Meanwhile, in the States last week, a Jeep Cherokee got hacked into by some clever security guys – through its connected entertainment system. They wanted to demonstrate how it was possible for anyone with some smarts to control the car remotely. The car company recalled all of its 1.4 million Jeeps to patch the software fault. No-one got hurt but those guys caused an enormous amount of anxiety and worry amongst owners of a Cherokee. Just imagine if some real hackers had actually taken control of some random guy’s Jeep and driven it into a ditch or towards oncoming traffic. The security guys certainly made their point. Let’s hope the sensor technology and the intelligence behind them gets a little smarter and secure in the future.

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Yesterday, I went with R to Knightsbridge to check out the super bling cars that appear at this time of year for a few weeks, when the mega-rich come over from the Middle East to do a bit of shopping in this exclusive bit of London. They have their special shiny cars flown over for the occasion. Against a backdrop of torrential rain we spotted several of them parked illegally outside Harrods. Our favourites were a gold-plated Ferrari and a Swarovski crystal-encrusted Merc. Both had their own personalized number plates: F1 1RAK and BA11 BYY. The dazzling goldie is owned by a former Iraqi (sic) world kickboxing champion called Riyadh Al-Azzawi. The twinkly sparkler is owned by a 22-year old Russian student called Dario Radionova who had the bright idea of covering her car in tiny crystals to make it look like the ultimate jewel. Beats Damian Hirst’s diamond skull by a mile – for sheer audacity, head turning awe and ultimate glamour. Everyone who walks past these cars cannot but stop, stare and snap; not quite believing what they are seeing. The ultimate car is one that glitters not one that tries to be too clever by half.IMG_6314

Super Technology

logo_rememberthemilk My smartphone beeps. This time, a message from my fridge alerting me to buy milk on the way home. This rather tired example of smart technology is still being rolled out whenever anyone talks about the benefits that future technology holds for us. Why can’t it order the milk and get it delivered without needing to involve me? Surely, that would be the smart thing to do. A bottle of milk would be sitting there on the doorstep for when I arrived home. But, equally, I could have nipped out to the corner shop when finding the milk had run out. Just like many of us happily do now. Once there, we might have a chat with the shopkeeper and find out about the local gossip or their opinion about the heatwave or their joy at England beating the Aussies in the latest Test match. And even try the new apple and ginger fruit juice he has just got in.

cornershopMuch of everyday life is made up of these unexpected encounters. We bump into people we know all the time: at work, down the street, at the cinema, in the supermarket and even miles away on holiday. Inconsequential in themselves but which is the social glue that holds society together.

Opportunities for unexpected human contact are slowly being eroded for every transaction that becomes automated – unless you use apps like Tinder specifically to meet a random person you fancy the look of. Taking humans out of the loop is of course nirvana for business, helping them to cut down on operating costs while making services more efficient – and at the same time encouraging people to buy more.

It can also take the headache out of having to queue – and how we hate having to wait for others in front of us especially if they are slow. Last week, when driving to Cambridge, I whizzed across the Dartford Crossing without having to stop at a toll booth and chuck a few quid into an over-sized bucket and then wait magically for the barrier to rise. The new Dart Charge system that has been installed swiftly reads your car registration number and checks to see that you have paid online within 24 hours of crossing. That is super technology.

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Trouble is it takes five minutes to fill in the form and register online to use the Dart service. They want to know all sorts of things about you, your car and not forgetting the all important bank details. The same has happened now when parking at Brighton station. There are no barriers or uniformed officials sitting in glass windowed booths. There is still one small wooden hut but it was locked with not a person in sight. All rather eerie. You can pay in advance or up to 24 hours afterwards. After that they slap on a penalty. I paid as soon as I got home fearful I would completely forget once ensconced in domestic life.

It took me another five minutes to key in my details online. The same pattern happens when buying tickets for train journeys. I nearly missed my train last week when trying to buy a ticket to Lincoln on the Virgin site. There was some mix up with being a new user versus a registered one. And it did not tell me until I had filled in all the details including the prized seat facing forward at a table with electric socket. They just vanished from the screen after the error was detected. I had to get a new password as I could not remember what it was. It would have been easier if I had bought it at the station and much less frustrating!

The underside of the relentless push towards ever more automation is that we humans have to do the ‘paper’ work to make it work – tapping all those personal details into our computers or smartphones for every new transaction, making up new passwords and forgetting them. For each new cloud-based system that comes along and replaces the old fashioned way of doing things – like paying with cash and having a human be in charge of the transaction – requires us to sign up before or after and give bank details.

And then there all of those services that we have signed up for using direct debit because it was easier and because sometimes they give a miniscule reduction – be it the TV licence, car tax, gas, water, leccie, Virgin/Sky Media, Netflix, O2 and so on. While taking away the pain of having to fill out yet another form online (once it has been set up) it means we forget how much money each month they are taking from us. When they increase their monthly subscription or charge we simply shrug. I don’t know how many direct debits and standing orders I have now. Some just disappear from my radar. When email notifications pop up from these companies I often don’t bother opening them. I don’t want to really know I have spent an extra £50 this month on data while roaming abroad.

Shockingly, I don’t know how much I earn anymore. Instead of enjoying the monthly ritual of opening a pay slip that would come in a brown envelope – especially when there was a rise due, many of us now have to go online to find out. That means remembering the URL or typing into the search engine when in the work’s intranet and tapping in our user ID and password (finding the one the computer used to have stored is no longer valid) to get to the same information. I simply forget – since there is no monthly email reminder I’ve been paid. And it is not as pleasurable looking at the data in a spreadsheet format – which invariably it is formatted in.

The weather is miserable out there today. So I booked online to get tickets to go to the cinema tonight. It only took a couple of minutes, even after having to scroll down a long menu of countries to enter that I live in the UK. Why do they need to know that? Then up popped a ‘Verified by Visa’ form for me to fill in. I hate those things and can never remember what the 2nd, 4th or 8th or other 3 random sequence of letter/digits they ask for from my password for that credit card. So another couple of minutes filling this bit in and stressing that it was correct.

Hey presto – up popped the message:
“ORDER COMPLETED SUCCESSFULLY”
but then as I read on:

“Collect your tickets from the cinema counter or kiosk – Don’t forget your Reference Number!”

Usually it provides a RFID code that you print off as your ticket so you don’t have to queue. What was the point of doing all that key tapping in again and paying an extra online booking fee (nice one!) if I still needed to line up?

An email arrived a few minutes later with the codes on them. Just as well.

I just read in the news that the number of fines issued by the new automated payment system at the Dartford Crossing in its first 6 months exceeded the number of speeding tickets issued in England and Wales for an entire year! 867,897 motorists were fined £70 each compared to the 713,000 speeding tickets issued throughout the whole of England and Wales. That is a whopping £60,752,790! But it gets worse. Some drivers have reported that they are being charged on days when they have not used the crossing. Apparently, the automated letter recognition software sometimes mixes Cs and Gs and other similar looking letters. That is not smart technology. I dread to think how much has been made by Transport for London (TfL) since the Congestion charge was introduced in London over ten years ago. In 2009, alone, nearly 1.5 million congestion charge penalty charge notices at £120 each were made. TfL managed to collect £77m of what was owed to them. That is daylight robbery.

Smart Time

QRcode While travelling on the Heathrow Express into London I had one of those envy moments. As the ticket inspector came into the carriage I fumbled in my bag for my ticket that I had just bought at a ticket machine while a smartly dressed guy across the aisle from me raised his arm to her brandishing a sparkling new Apple watch. The QR code on his ticket filled the screen. The ticket inspector put her handheld scanning machine next to his arm and hey presto his ticket information pinged up on her screen. Ktchung! We all looked at her smiling face and marveled at how slick the action had been. It was her first time checking an Apple watch face.
apple3 She then turned to me and I handed her my ticket. She looked at it and then me and said, sharply, “that’s your receipt.” I apologized profusely and looked again in my bag for the ticket. I found another one and gave it to her. She looked back at me and said that was also a receipt. Two receipts, no ticket! I must have left the ticket in the machine in my dash to catch the train. I tried to explain how after two pieces of card had been printed I’d assumed that one must have been the ticket. Then I remembered, how on other occasions having to wait ages for numerous bits of card to be printed (some for the seat assignments) and each time scraping the back of my hand to scoop them up as they slowly came out of the machine.

Luckily she was sympathetic and did not make me buy another ticket. Meanwhile Mr smart guy’s watch had turned into a swirl of candy crush apple icons and he and his colleague returned to talk business. I saw the future. I checked out the new smartwatch train apps and saw that there is a cool one for checking where you are on the track and what the next station will be. Perhaps, that was a trainspotting step too far!
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Yesterday, FitBit’s shares soared on the New York Stock Exchange on their first day of going public. The wearable technology company that sells fitness bands that track your sleep, calories and footsteps sold over 10 million of the devices last year. That is a lot of people wanting to find out more about how their body works. It seems all the tech companies are getting in on this wearable act, all counting and measuring parts of the body, from pulse to movement. One I tried, was Microsoft’s new Band – that was a gift given to me at a tutorial run by Microsoft. They normally cost £170 each. Made me feel like I had been given a big present. Once I had set it up, I was curious to see how well I had (or not) slept, how many calories I had burned each day and what my pulse was. There are lots of other cool sensors packed into the band; one that even lets you know the current UV level so that you know whether to slap on some sunscreen.

But after two weeks I stopped using it. I did not need to obsess about whether I was exceeding or deviating from my average number of counts. Checking occasionally an app on my mobile phone to see how often I have reached or exceeded the magical 10,000 steps each day seems to be about the limit of my interest in body counting. According to one of my colleagues a lot of other people also stop using their wearables after a couple of weeks, once the novelty has worn off. While the consumer market may not grow big it seems the corporate one is likely to. A number of companies have been buying them for their employees with the goal of improving overall employee health and well being. BP America, for example, bought 24,000 FitBits for its employees, their spouses and retirees in 2013. Nearly 75% of their employees are now wearing them. That is a lot of step counting for a company usually associated with putting your foot on the gas!

It is not just BP. Last year, according to an article written by Jena McGregor in the Washington Post about 7% of all Fitbit wearers got given a band by their employers. And that is likely to increase as more health insurance companies offer reductions in their deductables as part of their health insurance schemes to companies who get their employees to wear them. No wonder Fitbit shares are soaring. While I was free to stop using my fitness band, I wonder what the pressure to continue wearing them is for those who are given them at work. The social pressure to conform could be immense. If everyone else at work is wearing a Fitbit or a Band or an Apple Watch maybe it will be hard to justify why you are not. Especially when 3rd party companies are brought in to manage the scheme and so in charge of the privacy issues as to who gets access to your personal data. Luckily, we humans can be crafty. If you have not achieved your 10,000 steps each day there are workarounds – so long as you just know how to…

360 Degrees

110_view_of_i360My office manager asked me if I would do a 360 degree feedback process for her about the way she behaves at work. I tried to imagine what that would entail – moving around her from above and viewing her from every angle? Just like this new i360 viewing experience currently being built on the Brighton seafront. In reality, it means receiving feedback from a person’s immediate work circle and the person also rating themselves. In other words, 360 means multiple perspectives.

My colleague’s email ended with her asking me, “Please do be brutally honest in your answers.” My immediate reaction was to be aghast at being asked to do this. She reassured me that the process is intended to help her develop as a manager and was not meant to be about evaluating her performance. But there is a fine line. Giving someone feedback on how well they are doing and how they could improve, in my mind, is a form of appraisal. Surely, better done using a proper procedure where there is a form both have filled in to use as a vehicle to talk through, where the appraiser gives a mix of selective, gentle and praiseworthy feedback combined with carefully worded constructive criticism – not multi-rater scales with radio buttons you click on to be brutally honest. And, as I am her line manager she will know immediately what I have said: “Your responses will be anonymous and it will not be possible to attribute ratings to any individual Rater, unless you have been nominated as X’s Manager.”

I was talking to someone else at a different university who is also going through the same Leadership and Management course (seems every university in the UK has signed up their staff for it) and he seemed to think he had learnt more about himself as part of the process. When pressed, however, he seemed less willing to provide specific examples of what this meant in practice. But let’s hope that learning more about yourself in this round about fashion might make you understand how to manage yourself and others better.

Much more fun are the magic mirror augmented reality apps that are coming out, intended to enhance and extend the user experience by giving people real-time feedback on how they look when trying things on, like sunglasses, make-up or clothes. I’ve tried a couple of them with a number of colleagues, students and friends and each time it is hilarious. The first trylive-eyewear lets you try on a range of glasses as if you were looking in a mirror. As you move your head around the virtual glasses appear to stay stuck to your face making it appear like you really are wearing them. It is uncanny.

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MakeUp Genius by L’Oreal is a free app you can download that lets you try on lots of different kinds of makeup – especially that you would never dream of wearing normally.

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That kind of 360 degrees is a lot of fun!

Social Niceties

dress“You’re a jerk!” The words spat venomously from behind me. I looked behind, startled, and saw someone I knew from a while back. She continued: “Why didn’t you get in touch? You’re a jerk!”

I replied, somewhat lamely, “I did not expect to see you here. Are you around for the rest of the conference? Let’s meet up later.” The damage done, she grunted and introduced me to her teenage son who looked at me and gave a sweet adolescent smile.

I thought about why I had not got in touch with her before coming out to Silicon Valley. In years gone by I would have emailed each time I was visiting (which is where she lives). Only this time, I was here just for a fleeting visit to a conference. Sometimes, it is better not to say anything than to disappoint. “Hi, I am in town again but won’t be visiting you this time.” We bumped into each other again the next day and arranged to meet for what turned out to be a very amicable dinner. The wrong was put to right.

At another morning coffee break I was talking to an old friend, J, while soaking up the warm Californian sun. We had 5 minutes together before someone else, who had been standing on the sidelines, sidled up and said hi to J. The guy also smiled at me and we let him in our circle. The conversation inevitably took a new turn. A few minutes later a wee man sprung himself upon J by holding out both his hands and then cupping one of J’s to shake it. He then did the same with the other guy. It seemed forced and unnatural. I waited for my turn (I know this guy and I know he knows me) but he completely blanked me out and turned to face the others. Surprised, I cheekily sprung my hand out and said, “And hello, I am Yvonne!” in an exaggerated, sarcy way. He looked back at me, shook my hand limply, muttered a half hello, and then turned back to talk to the other two guys.

Jeez, talk about being rude! I waited for two minutes and after being ignored walked away. You know where you are in the pecking order. I was made to feel right down there – a nothing. Perhaps if I had been wearing some of these delightful, colored shoulder flaps, that Hillary Predko from the Social Body Lab has developed as an expressive wearable that move up and down by tensing your muscles, I might have at least been able to vent my frustration! The idea behind this technology is as an extension of our bodies to allow us to sense our surroundings and express our emotions in a more visceral way.

Networking at conferences is hard work and stressful. While some shy away, others feel they have the right to just barge in where they want. Etiquette is thrown out the window. The worst is when someone you are talking to, looks over your shoulder in mid-sentence to see if someone more interesting or important is coming towards them. If they spot someone higher up the pecking order, they often won’t even say goodbye but just shoot off. Onto the next one to let them know how great they are.

At the end of the last evening’s social event, I walked over to the manager who had organized the buffet and bade him farewell. I had chatted with him earlier in the evening as he was adding the finishing touches to the wonderful spread. He was touched that I had said how enjoyable the food was and loved the way the food was presented. It really is easy to be nice to people and make them feel valued and good at what they do.

Dress with flutes designed by Halley Profita

Call Buttons

fasttrack Pressing buttons is often irrepressible. You can’t help yourself when you see one just asking to be touched. The other day, I was at a meeting where someone proudly proclaimed how they love to push the green button when going through fast track security because it gives them a great sense of satisfaction. The physicality of pressing down on something makes them feel good – like a high five. And, conversely, if they have been subjected to a slow ordeal through security they equally enjoy slapping the red button, helping to relieve their frustration.

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Buttons are becoming more ubiquitous in other contexts, especially, it seems, those designed to expedite service. Getting someone’s attention can be a trying experience, especially in cafés where waiters are often surly and go out of their way to be unhelpful. Imagine my delight when I saw this call button at Searcys Champagne Bar at St Pancras Station – inviting the customers to press for more champagne. The bar claims to be the longest in Europe and so it saves the waiters having to walk up and down all the time so that you can catch their eye. There is something rather alluring about seeing a sign next to a button saying ‘press for champagne’ rather than the more impersonal ‘press for service’. Trouble is when I last visited it with a friend it did not work. We pressed it and waited five minutes. No waiter. We pressed it twice more and still no waiter. There was no way of knowing if the thing worked as it did not give any feedback after being pressed. Eventually, after 20 minutes a waiter sauntered past, oblivious to being summoned by the button, and so we resorted to the usual, grabbing his attention by shouting and raising our arms.

pushbutton The second call button I came across the other week was in a rather ordinary hotel in the centre of Madrid. The push buttons were encased in a plastic base – located on each table in the foyer/café. At first, I thought they were decorative paperweights but then I realized they were service call devices, comprising three buttons; call waiter, ask for the bill or cancel call. It was only when I looked at a sign at the bar providing an explanation I worked it out. Being mischievous, I was tempted to press all three and run away. Like playing Knock Down Ginger. But then I thought better of it. Instead, I gingerly pressed the icon that looks like a man about to shoot himself in the head (it is meant to be a waiter holding a tray up high). I waited. But it was the same as at the Champagne Bar. No response. After five minutes and still no sign of a waiter I pressed it again. Eventually a waiter did appear from behind a closed door and I hailed her over with my arm.

It seems, in both cases, the waiters were ignoring the new-fangled technology (or had switched it off). I don’t blame them – being beckoned by the tyranny of a button is surely very demeaning. And yet, flight attendants would lose their job if they did not attend to the call buttons pressed throughout a flight. However, many of us don’t dare use them. The one time I did press it to get some water, the attendant gave me that look that puts you in your place, masked by the ‘have a nice day’ smile. There is something in a glance that speaks volumes. It is rare now to see passengers pressing the call button. Instead, most of us will walk up the aisle to the galley and ask for what we want.

Why is that pressing buttons to get someone’s attention feels awkward? After all, this uneasiness and not knowing does not happen in Korea – where restaurant table calling buttons are an integral part of the culture. Everyone simply presses the discrete button, placed at the end of each dining table when wanting waiter service – without giving it a moment’s thought. What’s more, a waiter will invariably arrive in seconds and seem only to pleased to serve.
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Breaking Bad News

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There is never a good way to receive bad news. We all dread the scenario of the doctor telling you the results of scans and tests that indicate you have terminal cancer or the policeman knocking on your front door to tell you your child had been run over. Conversely, there is never an easy way to tell bad news. Policemen and doctors receive special training. The rest of us, not. Increasingly, people resort to using email or a text to pass on bad news. You can compose an email or text in the best way possible, using opening gambits and well-worded condolences, and then simply hit the send button – not having to deal with the immediate reaction of the person it is sent to. Some tweet the bad news or post on Facebook without thinking whether the bereaved have been informed personally. That is really bad.

At the end of last year I was working on my laptop, having just landed in California the day before, when an email notification appeared at the top of the screen with the subject matter “bad news i’m afraid.” I stopped in my tracks and my heart beat a little faster. It was the addition of ‘I’m afraid’ that made me afraid. I opened up the email thinking it was from Gary, the email address of the person sending it to me. But his wife, Gil, had used his email account to let me know he had died out of the blue: “i have terrible news and there is no easy way to tell you: Gary died this afternoon of suspected heart attack on the beach.”

gary_posterShe had a point that there is no easy way to tell terrible news. But it completely threw me that it came from his email account. I read it as if he was talking to me – as you do when you read emails from people you know. Someone I had thought was talking to me appeared for a split second to be sending me news of his own death. I understood later why Gil had sent the email from his account – it was far easier and more practical for her to let all his many friends know in this way as she just had to go through his email address book. The shock to her was so great that it did not matter which email account it came from – so long as we found out personally and not first through Facebook.

Besides death, another kind of bad news that can be hard to receive via email is disappointment. Typically it happens, when you fail at something – such as not getting the job you wanted, not being awarded a grant proposal you had worked hard at, not getting a paper accepted for publication at a conference when it was one of your best, coming second in a competition you thought you deserved to win, and so on. Often you have aimed high, imagining and daydreaming about what it would be like to succeed. But then the email letter arrives and you read the first line, “I regret to inform you…” that stains your retinas. The rest is a blur and you experience that awful sinking feeling. I usually swear profusely under my breath, say childish things about the sender of the email, kick the desk and then go for a walk to try to distance myself from the indelible words in the email. And then come up with any number of post hoc reasons for why I did not want the job or the grant and why I am better off without it.

Another kind of bad news is at the group, organizational or national level – that triggers anger and frustration. For example, England’s abysmal performance at the World Cup last summer, Man United’s dreadful start to the Premiership this season or the political party you supported loosing at the general election. A common strategy is to blame – “we was robbed”, “the ref was blind” etc. Another is to assume you know better and to spell out how you should have done this or that. It can help to dissipate the disappointment by feeling superior or more knowledgeable.

Last week my dean dropped a bombshell to a number of us in a largely positive email sent to various members of a list. While reading all the good news the bad news – otherwise largely hidden– popped its ugly head out for those who would be affected by it. We were told of the plan to move the Computer Science department to a new building (the good news). But following this was the sentence that for the next couple of years the majority of us were to be ‘decanted’ to another building, temporarily, while a new building was found and repurposed for us (we’ve grown too big for our current accommodation). I got really upset at how I had received this piece of news. I know I can be over-sensitive, but somehow receiving it in this way made it all the worse. I let my dean know how I felt in a frank email reply just to him. He made up for it by meeting me face to face talking it through over lunch and coffee. It is good to talk – it really is.

Bad news image from http://www.thirdoptionmen.org/blog/bad-news/

How Much?

hatch'sThere is a lovely fish market called Hatch’s next to where we are staying on vacation in Cape Cod. There is always a queue of people inside buying from the many different kinds of fish on sale. Three of us went in there the other day to buy some fish for a planned BBQ and looked at each other blankly when confronted with the fish counter – we were clueless. We admitted to each other that we had never bought fish from a fishmonger before. K said she just went and selected fish from the cooler fridge in the supermarket. R simply shrugged and I said I had never bought fish in my life – being allergic to it. We watched the other customers pointing at various fish and making purchases. I watched one woman being handed a big bag and the fishmonger saying “that will be 87 dollars.” I gulped, wondering how was it that fish could cost so much.

Then our turn came. R pointed at the mussels and muttered something like a pound or a pint. The sales assistant helpfully showed us an amount and we all just nodded. Then K asked for some cod. The man asked us how much? We answered in unison, “enough for three?” The man took a huge slab and showed it to us and we all nodded together again. In the end, it turned out to be enough for 10 people!

The next day I went to buy some salt water taffy fudge in an old fashioned candy store and the sales assistant asked me if I wanted a pound? That seemed an awful lot so I replied half a pound – which turned out to still be a lot.

A couple of generations ago everyone went to the greengrocers, fishmongers, butchers and bakers and knew precisely how much and in what units to buy – be it apples, sausages, eggs, bread, milk or sherbet lemons. How we buy has been transformed in the era of supermarkets and online shopping – where we simply look and select pre-packaged food. Some may read the quantity on the label but most just select a shape and check the price.

It is not just the way we shop that has changed it is also many other aspects of how we go about our daily lives. An article in the magazine, TechCrunch, published this week by Rajat Suri discusses how software is transforming how we live, from fine dining to driving cars. He points out how there is “an entirely new consumer-facing software layer of apps and services being deployed as we speak”. Tablets are now appearing on tables in restaurants that diners can select their meals from and no doubt will soon recommend to the diner what they would like to order, thereby obviating the procrastination that wastes waiters’ time when coming to a table to take an order from a party who have not decided. The smart dining software could check, too, the nutrition and calories of the ordered dish which in the background could be uploaded to the diner’s latest healthy living smartphone app. Other vital statistics might then pop up to amuse the diner such as how many people have eaten that dish today, how many are left in that restaurant (thereby removing the disappointment when the waiter returns and says “I am sorry we have run out of that dish.”). Who needs to interact ever again with a surly waiter or a fussy diner?

smileyBut perhaps the scariest idea about smart dining software is to use it “in real time to optimize operational processes like waiter steps of service”. Instead of being able to linger and chat with customers or be assigned to their favourite tables, waiters will be monitored by smart software that will learn and then schedule the most efficient way of getting food to the table with the minimum number of waiter steps, eliminating any unnecessary deviations from the optimal path for the restaurant. Now, that really takes the biscuit out of AI and big data.

Data Slices

dashboard British Airways sent me an email a few months ago with the teasing subject line, “Want to know how many miles you’ve flown with us, Dr Rogers?” I was intrigued and clicked on the link. It sent me to my very own dashboard letting me know how many miles I had flown since joining the BA frequent flier club. The email also proudly announced, “it’s a celebration of your life in the air with British Airways.” However, it just made me think, wow, I travel too much. I immediately wondered and worried what that makes my carbon footprint like – bigger than Bigfoot’s even? Not only does it show me the total number of miles I have flown but also how many weeks I have been in the air (three!) and how many cities and countries I have been to. I looked at it in horror and then quickly squirreled it away, shocked at how much travelling I had done rather than celebrating it. But then, a few weeks ago, I found myself looking at the link again – more intrigued than guilty this time, to see how much more I had flown in the last few months.
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Dashboards have become an increasingly popular form of information visualisation, serving up slices of data for all manner of things, from health to business trends to the pulse of a city. For example, the London City dashboard shows portals of data side-by-side from multiple feeds. Health and well being devices, like FitBit, Nike Fuel and Jawbone Up have tailored their dashboards towards the individual, using an assortment of gauges, bar charts and pie charts to make it easy to see how well the wearer has done that hour/day/week, and whether they have met their targets.
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By themselves, the graphical components of most dashboards are relatively easy to read. However, collectively, many of them have been designed with poor visual design by software vendors who “focus their marketing efforts on dazzle that subverts the goals of clear communication” (Few, 2013, p2). The result can often be a hotch-potch of graphs and tables making it difficult to know where to find something or how to compare data over time or multi-dimensions. The holistic design of a dashboard needs to provide a digestible and legible slice of information that is thoughtfully laid out in a spatial manner and intuitive to the user when first looking at it, drawing their attention to anomalies or unexpected deviations from the norm. This involves thinking about how best to combine and contrast the different elements.

So, which is the easiest to read – BA or London City? Which is the most aesthetic and informative? What piece of information stands out the most?

The BA dashboard has much thought gone into its visual design and the pictograms that have been selected instantly drew my attention. Noticing I have flown an enormous number of miles and that I have been in the air for nearly a month is truly shocking. What the BA dashboard does not tell me, however, is how long I have been a member of the BA frequent flier club. That requires more digging of the data. If I had only joined last year the dashboard of factoids would be really scary but it has been many years since I joined them – so maybe, all things considered, it is not so bad. The piece of information in the lower right hand corner also adds a bit of humour.

In contrast, the city London dashboard, developed by some colleagues of mine from UCL, provides much more information about transport, the current level of service on the various London Underground lines, the weather, news headlines, cycle hire capacity, weather forcast and more. At first glance, it seems incredibly busy. But after studying its form, the spacing between the blocks of information makes it easy to break it down into its components. After a few times looking at it, I can begin to make more sense of it, and see which parts I might be interested in so I can quickly glance, for example, at how bad the traffic is or what the air pollution is in Bloomsbury.

But all very different from the car dashboard that makes you turn into a cold sweat when the warning lights suddenly come on indicating a full-on failure, or simply some faulty electronics. Who knows which?
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Few, S. (2013) Information Dashboard Design: Displaying data for at-a-glance monitoring. Analytics Press.

Voicing Opinions

VoxBox_sideThis morning I received an evaluation summary, via email, about a conference I gave a keynote at a few weeks ago. It presented lots of pie charts and collated all the comments attendees had cared to write up. I always dread reading this kind of feedback. A comment from a student on the very first course I taught at Sussex University has stuck with me ever since, etched permanently in my brain, “Yvonne needs to speak more loudly. Or get a microphone.” Not the worst or most critical of those that I have received over the years since, but it hit a raw nerve at the time as I thought I was trying my hardest to project my voice.

I scanned through the comments from the conference summary to see what was written about me and staring me in the face was the comment, “Yvonne’s talk was interesting, but her presenting was not as engaging as, for example, the second keynote speaker”. That did not feel good. I got that sinking feeling, being such a sensitive soul. I read on fearing the worst. Someone else had written, “the second keynote speaker was too self-centric and showed too many pictures of himself.” I was the first keynote. Phew!

Further down the evaluation was a section on the catering. People are very picky when it comes to what they eat and drink, it seems, “Almost all tea at coffee breaks was flavored — not tea!” This was counteracted by a comment written by one seemingly happy camper, “As a vegetarian, I am used to going hungry at conferences, either because meals are lost or have no protein. The veg meals here were FANTASTIC.”

Right at the end there was a section for attendees to “describe the best aspects of the conference.” And there in the middle of some praise about the conference organization, venue, and warm atmosphere, someone had written, “The first keynote was really, really excellent in it’s inspirational creativity.” I am not sure it undid the damage made by the first comment as negativity always seems to make more of a mark than positivity, staying longer with you. But that person’s praise certainly helped restore my self-esteem.

I have always been in two minds about the value of this kind of customer/student/attendee feedback because of the way it can sting. Reading the negative reviews on Trip Advisor may be entertaining and informative to the traveller but it can damage someone’s business if it is over the top or simply not fair. Someone may bear a grudge, be picky or have an axe to grind and being invited to write an online review about their recent experience gives them the license to do so – especially if they can remain anonymous.

But it is not just conferences, courses or travel sites that ask for feedback, it seems to have become the default request for an increasing number of our experiences – be it a trip to the dentist, doctor or candlestick maker. Governments, policy makers and councils are all eager to find out more about what we are thinking and feeling. There are numerous online sites asking people to voice their opinions about any number of topics, from internet security to what to do about fly tipping in the countryside. Trouble is it is usually only a minority who sign up to take part in these online forums. Most people are too busy, can’t see the point of taking part or are simply not interested. Others are suspicious of where our personal data ends up. When we see someone with a clipboard or tablet computer in the street coming towards us we look down and steer away from them. We’ve all been asked at some point or other to help out with market research or public opinion. Standing there in the street giving your age, gender, and views about a topic with a stranger is not pleasant and can be socially awkward. Is it any wonder most people shy away from voicing their opinons?
voxbox2Welcome to VoxBox – our latest creation that is “a playful machine that wants your opinions.” Instead of ticking boxes or typing comments online or on paper an assortment of colourful sliders, buttons, and switches are presented for people to turn, dial and slide their answers to. At the end of completing the questions an old fashioned phone rings and asks you an open-ended question. After completing a set of questions the box lights up and a ball drops down a chute to show completion rate. How different is that? On the back are real time visualisations updating the data collected, for example, showing the percentage of people who are enjoying and feel part of the event. We designed it to be deliberately brightly coloured and attractive.
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We trialed it for the first time the other week at the Tour de France fan park in Green Park while the cyclists were peddling from Cambridge to London. Many people dropped by to take a look at VoxBox. Over 120 people took part and gave their opinions about the event, including groups of friends, families, couples and individuals. Some even queued for the experience. It was a joy to see them taking it seriously, reading the questions our aloud, talking to one another about the questions and lifting their young kids to voice their opinions. Yesterday I got an email from a colleague who works at the BBC who remarked how it reminded him of, “a mix of Willy Wonka, the controls of the Tardis and those ornate fairground automata. You certainly pulled off the irresistible affordance of ‘come and have a go’. Maybe we should start puting VoxBoxes in conferences…
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Data-Assisted Living

eco-technologyLast week I gave a talk about how to change behaviour using a variety of technologies and nudges at the Eco Technology Show in Brighton. Bizarrely, the seminar area was surrounded with seriously high performance electric concept cars, like the BMW i8 and the Tesla S – the ones that pop stars and film actors drive to their private jets in – that have zero carbon emission. It sends the message that it is OK to own and drive a mean machine that is made out of piles of shiny metal provided you can say it runs on zero carbon emmision – but ironically uses loads of electricity to go fast and that needed tons of carbon to make in the first place. The focus is on reducing and reaching targets rather than on changing our lifestyles. Many of us offset our carbon-rich lives (especially busy academics who fly everywhere) by justifying them through the many decisions we make along the way. I can argue that I am able to fly and drive because I don’t eat meat or have children. Others make the balance by not having a car, camping at home, growing their own vegetables, riding a bike and recycling their waste.
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I started my talk by commenting on that day’s news about how we should change children’s drinking habits. Instead of giving our kids zero coke, Fanta or other fizzy drinks at mealtimes we should put a jug of water on the table so they get used to just drinking water. Then, hopefully drinking plain H2O will become the norm – and obesity and diabetes levels will decline. A long shot.

There were lots of questions at the end. A journalist asked me whether we shouldn’t be trying to change people’s attitudes and whole lifestyles rather than simply nudging specific behaviours – even following the 12 steps of Alcoholics Anonymous but instead for a Zero Carbon life. I shuddered at the thought that we needed to go to such lengths in order to save our planet – happiness and fun taken over by guilt, denial and God.

nestThere are a slew of new technologies on the market now that can track, aggregate and visualize our every behaviour – from toothbrushes that check whether you and your family are brushing their teeth correctly to the Nest thermostat – that is now available in the UK – that provides an intelligent way of controlling how your house is heated or cooled. In an interview in the Guardian last weekend, the designer and CEO of Nest, Tony Fadell argued its case for being in every home: “We want you to do things you want to do. We know what you have done in the home and can give you suggestions” and let you know “Hey here’s a better way to save” or “You’re doing really well today.”

Although the data-assisted device (currently selling at 50,000 a month worldwide) is cute and aesthetically pleasing to the eye – there is something rather sinister in the way it has been designed to learn about your everyday habits and make suggestions about what you should do based on this. It smacks of anthropomorphism and nanny state mentality. While there is nothing wrong with giving your new Tesla a name (I called my first car Gertie), the kind of sophisticated modeling that is used to determine intent, and which is then used to decide what is best for you, while at the same time smattering you with platitudes and praise might get a tad annoying and patronizing. There is a lot to be said for simply putting a jug on the table every day and embracing the pleasures of pure water.
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Tube Encounters

undergroundIn a round table monthly meeting this morning, one of our researchers started talking about a new new app he was building that would enable passengers on the London Underground to meet each other digitally and then perhaps physically, by playing games with each other on their smartphones. The idea was to make more of the idle time sat on a tube train by enhancing the wi-fi connections through using data given out from passenger’s smartphones. This could be combined with personal information about a passenger they had signed up for to signal availability to play. The app would ask some questions first that when answered allow it to match with someone else in the same carriage.

Before the researcher could explain the technical details of how this system would work (that he was most interested in), arms were raised throughout the room – troubled by the very idea of using phones to connect with strangers on the tube. While the idea of hooking up with strangers using phones is not new, e.g. “toothing” (a great hoax when Bluetooth first came out that claimed people were connecting with the opposite sex using it on the tube) it hit a raw nerve amongst fellow researchers. One student shot her hand up and said while the researcher’s motive was well intentioned his assumptions were wrong. Most people want to be mindless, i.e. not talking or playing with strangers, when sardined together on a tube – choosing to spend the time playing games by themselves on their phone; reading a book or the free daily Metro newspaper; daydreaming or simply just in thought. The last thing they want to discover is some creepy guy sitting opposite them, digitally signaling to them that they want to connect and play a game.

Tubes are horrible spaces that most of us are only too glad to escape from as quickly as possible. And as it can turn out, can become a melting pot that can quickly turn very unpleasant.

Later that afternoon, on my way home, I got on the Victoria Line at Warren Street heading to Victoria. At Oxford Street there appeared to be a bit of a disturbance as the doors closed and I switched my gaze to its source. A woman in her 30s had stood up to offer a seat to a man in his 50s, who was wearing dark glasses and walking with a stick. A waft of alcohol breathe permeated the carriage. He was clearly worse for wear. He raised his arm and told her to “sit down, women should not have to stand up.” A young man opposite her quickly stood up and offered his seat instead to the man. She sat down again. The man lurched forward and nearly toppled over. Several other passengers came to his aid and helped him into the vacated seat.

Two seats from him on the opposite side of the carriage sat a priest in his 70s minding his own business. He was easily recognizable by his purple shirt and dog collar. The man looked at him and started shouting abuse and ridiculing him, “hey you going to Westminster to do your penance? You need to do your penance. Ha ha.” The priest leant forward and replied gently “what for?” The man was affronted by his gentleness and started swearing even more profusely, f-ing this, f-ing that. On he went. “You don’t believe in that Jesus shit?”. The priest withdrew and looked the other way. Then another man sitting opposite me entered the fray and shouted at him, “hey stop swearing, there are other people on this train.” We all looked at him in amazement, only too aware of the regularly reported horror stories of passers-by being knifed, shot, hit or abused when daring to intervene. The drunken man glared at him and retorted, “mind your own fucking business! Who the fuck do you think are you?” The other man replied, “I am a police officer! Look, here is my badge.” He took out his police badge from his pocket and showed it to him. The other geyser went ballistic, “so fucking what?” He wasn’t a f-ing fighter like himself and he couldn’t care whether he had a f-ing badge or not. At which point the atmosphere in the carriage became electrified. In between abusing the off duty cop he kept repeating that a woman should not have to stand up for a man.

Victoria station arrived and most of us got off except the geyser who sat muttering, head shaking and continuing his tirade. I was struck by his old fashioned respect for women but lack of respect for others in cloth, amplified by booze. Here was a veteran, probably from the Gulf War, two days after D-day ceremonies, oblivious to accepted social protocol.

There is no way a mobile app is ever going to bring strangers together on the tube to chat or pass the time away being more mindful of each other. Only yesterday, I was in a carriage where some guy asked a smartly dressed guy in suit and tie to turn his beeper off on his smart phone. It was annoyingly loud and every key he pressed on the screen resulted in a loud beep. The man did not even look up and shamelessly said “I don’t know how to.” There was no answer to that.

High-Tech Shopping

Last week I spent a whole morning at a mega Sainsbury’s supermarket in Chingford, somewhere on the outskirts of East London. The British TV series, Gadget Man was filming content for a new show and they asked us if they could try out our lambent shopping handle.

The handle we designed is a minimalistic, mobile and fully functional display that clips onto supermarket shopping carts/trollys, intended to help people decide when choosing between which groceries to buy. It can be easily customized to provide salient information about the food dimensions people care about, such as salt content, fat content and food-miles. The latter are represented by varying lengths of a series of LEDs on the handle and a changing emoticon showing their total miles against a social norm. For example, scanning a packet of quinoa results in all 16 LEDs lighting up because it comes from multiple countries in Asia, whereas scanning a ready-made lasagne lights up only 3 of the LEDs, because it is made from Scottish beef. (Lambent by the way means having the property of moving lightly or flickering gently over a surface – which our handle does rather than being in your face.)

At a glance, a shopper can compare the same product for different brands, for example, two types of chocolate, bottled water or apples. The price might be the same, but the salt or sugar content or whether it has been locally sourced varies. While much of this information may be available on the food packaging it is often in small print or presented in such a way that it takes ages to find and can be confusing to the shopper. We make it compelling and easy to read off. Some might argue that smartphone apps do the same job. We showed empirically that this is far from the truth; they are often fiddly and tedious to use, and can overwhelm the shopper who is holding their phone in one hand, a product in the other while trying to scan it and navigate a complex store environment, usually in a hurry.

The lambent shopping handle was just one of several new gizmos being filmed intended to make shopping easier and more enjoyable. So, we got to watch Richard Ayoade (the british comedian, actor, writer and TV presenter) in the flesh for the whole morning act out various scenes with the latest gadgetry. When not being filmed, he sat or stood calmly in the store reading a book. He was happy to let me have my photo taken standing next to him. How cool is that?

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Our approach to enhancing shopping is to provide just enough information about certain product properties in order to help shoppers make more informed purchasing decisions. It is lightweight, playful and simple – enticing you to think rather than accept what others recommend. Quite different from much contemporary thinking about how we should use technology which promotes deciding for the user. For example, only this morning I was listening to a programme on Radio 4 about “Silicon Valley’s vision of local high-tech shopping”. The vision was same old, same old. An example of the future was of Jenny walking into a Burger Bistro, where upon her smartphone is recognized by the Point of Sales that then flashes up what she ate last time. The waiter on seeing her and the information about Jenny picks up a plate of fried sweet potato fries and takes it to her table saying in a cheery voice, “Hello Jenny, I thought you would like some of these again!” without asking her. This kind of personalized service is likened to ‘Rockstar treatment’. Just like Justin Beaver or David Beckham never have to decide or ask but always get the food they want. But sometimes even they might want change…

Whereas the likes of PayPal, eBay and other retail companies are pushing for more of this kind of personalisation in restaurants and stores, Isabelle Szmigin, a professor of marketing at Birmingham University, offered a refreshingly sceptical riposte, pointing out that just because Jenny ordered sweet potato fries one day, it does not mean she wants them every time she goes back to the same restaurant. While many of us maybe creatures of habit, most of us crave new experiences, tastes, products and surprises. We don’t want to be stuck with a Groundhog Day mindset. The model of personalized shopping based on your past experiences and purchases is set in the past. High tech retailing needs to break out of the automated recommender way of trying to please and nudge people. We can do much better when thinking of how to enhance shopping and dining experiences with technology.

A brand new Waitrose opened last month in Hove. It is the talk of the town (we have been waiting years for one) and it seems a destination in itself to visit judging by the line of cars queuing up for the car park. My fellow commuter regaled to me how it was the highlight of her weekend. She went with her chum on a Saturday afternoon and sat down at a table in the middle of the store (next to the wine section) and they both ordered a glass of house wine and some tapas. Whilst enjoying their repast, they merrily selected their shopping by tapping icons on a tablet, craftily positioned on their table. A minion then went on their behalf to do their shopping, that was ready for them to collect on their way out. No hassle, no queuing. There is a premium for this service but what a fun way to while away an hour – quaffing while doing online shopping in an actual bricks and mortar supermarket.

Cloud Talk

glass_photos4-578-80Google Glass has been unleashed now for several months. Volunteer researchers are trying them out and developing a range of apps for them. Up until now I’ve only seen photos of people wearing them but last week there were several attendees wearing cool colored ones at the SIGCHI conference I was at in Toronto. It can be slightly unnerving when in their company as they look up and to the right to view what is on the glass screen rather than at you and into your eyes. As a result you might see more of the whites of their eyes than the usual interested dilated pupils. It could be the end of eye contact as we know it.

Meanwhile, there has been much debate in the press about the latest developments in facial recognition. NameTag, for example, is an app developed for Google Glass that takes a picture of the person you are talking with and then checks their online profile, providing a cloud of personal information about them, presumably mined from Facebook and other social media apps. So, you can find out more about someone on the go while talking to them – for example, what music they like, what films they have just seen, where they have just been on vacation, and so on – all in a digestible précis with a halo of photos around to boot. One could imagine that if this way of meeting up with others actually takes off, we may find ourselves in the situation where we wont need to talk to each other anymore. Just as text messaging has largely taken over from making phone calls for many people, ‘cloud talk’ could start taking over our initial encounters with people when we meet them at parties, at conferences, on trains etc. We might nod and smile in acknowledgement of each other but we wont ever have to have those awkward conversations anymore. A panacea for the shy? But how will we know what each other is looking at? You might think I am reading your blog or tweets when in your presence but really I might just be watching the latest updates of the football results and pretending to ‘meet you’.

scenetap Perhaps a more creepy development is the installation of cameras in bars in the US that are starting to use facial recognition. SceneTap, for example, uses it to provide information about the age and gender of people already in a bar to help others decide whether it has the right kind of people in it that they want to drop in. The thin edge of the digital voyeurism wedge?

PrintAt the conference I was at some of my researchers attended a hackathon where, with a team of others, they set up a hoax service called the quantifiedtoilets.com giving a new twist to surveillance in public places. They placed signs up in the restrooms in the convention centre we were at saying they were capturing toilet behaviour for real-time data and health analysis. They claimed furthermore to be working with local businesses, building owners, and local officials to improve the health and efficiency of individual buildings, neighborhoods, and entire cities. To achieve this, they purported to be analyzing “the biological waste process of buildings to make better spaces and happier people. We use this data to streamline cleaning crew schedules, inform municipalities of the usage of resources, and help buildings and cities plan for healthier and happier citizens.” The data they collected from each individual toilet , which they then revealed as stats for each toilet in the building, included the amount deposited, the odor, blood alcohol level, and any drugs, infections and even pregnancy detected. For example, a fresh urine deposit in the far end toilet on the 7th floor might have revealed that a recent occupant was female, had a blood alcohol level of 0.3% and was pregnant.

Not surprisingly, lots of people tweeted and blogged about this latest development. Many took it at face value and were shocked and outraged at such an invasion of public privacy. Which is what the researchers were interested in. There was also lots of coverage in the press, including Wired, the Washington Post and the Atlantic. It was only later that it dawned on people that it was a hoax – a thought experiment intended to get people to debate. And it surely did.

But do keep an eye on those advanced Japanese toilets that already have a set of mindboggling functions. You never know, they might just start adding a few more sensors and a webcam in the bowl.

Swallowed Up

the-oculus-rift-virtual-reality-headset-will-blow-your-mindThere has been a lot of online chatter about Facebook’s two recent big buyouts of minnow companies; a whopping $19 billion for WhatsApp and a further $2 billion for Oculus Rift. The first has millions of users and the second is the latest must have gadget for gaming that hasn’t even hit the streets yet – virtual reality goggles. And it was only last year Facebook spent $1 billion on buying Instagram.

One can’t help smiling for the bought out folk; many of whom will have or will become millionaires, thanks to Mark Zuckerberg’s latest spree. It would not surprise me if every geeky school kid’s dream now is to be part of a promising start-up that Facebook then acquires for billions. A bit like when every aspiring artist in the 90s hoped that Charles Saatchi would drop by their end of year art college show and buy up all of their work for lots of money.

In total, Facebook have now hoovered up at least 46 companies. According to Wikipedia most of these are ‘talent acquisitions’ that are then shut-down. Mark once said, “We have not once bought a company for the company. We buy companies to get excellent people… One of the ways to do this is to focus on acquiring great companies with great founders.”

But there must be more that Facebook intends to do with its recently procured ‘billions bounty’ than swallow up bright sparks. Getting the very best people doesn’t cost that much. After all, we can attract some of the best PhD students and professors at UCL for a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of that. They are onto something bigger and more daring. Mark is moving into the world of UX, “we feel we’re in a position where we can start focusing on what platforms will come next to enable even more useful, entertaining and personal experiences.” He is gearing up for the next big thing – post social media. Instead of looking down at a mobile 2D screen we will be interacting with our friends in the here and now through 3D goggles. It will be an intense immersion that gamers all dream of. Moreover, it will be able to overlay the virtual and physical environments to appear seamless, where digital avatars and objects will populate a world of real people and objects. If we suspend our disbelief we will find it difficult to know what is actual and what is digital.

While many companies and academic researchers have been working on the ultimate Virtual Reality dream for a while, it seems Oculus Rift were moving full steam ahead of the game. A colleague at UCL, Will Steptoe, has been experimenting with overlaying webcams on the Oculus goggles to enable virtual and video spaces to fuse into one, in order to create a truly immersive augmented reality experience. In doing so, he hopes to blur the lines between what is real and what is virtual. It looks pretty cool and not surprising he is in big demand.

But could an immersive Facebook truly enhance our experience of how we interact and communicate with people remotely? How many of us would don a pair of VR goggles, 10 or more times a day (the average number of times someone looks at Facebook on their mobile each day is 14) in order to teleport to a friend’s party, go for a walk in the park, or just hang out, without ever leaving their living room?

While there have been numerous attempts over the last 30 years to create such virtual social spaces, notably Second Life, the Oculus Rift may just have that specialness that will make it happen – provided it can overcome the perennial problems of lag and motion sickness. But it could still be too soon for most of us to contemplate.

fig_02_02 Remember the hype for 3D TV a few years back. Lots of people excitedly bought them but then stopped watching them quite soon afterwards. According to a recent survey 8 out of 10 regret having bought one. Eyestrain, headaches and discomfort are common complaints. Having to share the limited set of glasses that came in the box with everyone in the family plus friends has proven to be one step too far. Many other problems, too, have been discussed by Ted Kritsonis. One wonders if Facebook might have bitten off more than it can chew. But at least they will have secured another sizeable chunk of hot talent.

In my view, nothing beats seeing amazing fish and coral in the real sea, wearing only a good old fashioned snorkelling mask. Yet.
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Big Decisions

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For the last few months I have been toying with whether to buy a brand new car or a used one. Everyone tells me to buy one that is a few years old as it is far better value for money. But my gut feeling is to go for a new one that had all the bells and whistles I want rather than those chosen by someone else – even if financially it does not make sense. The final countdown to what to do was a close shave that caused me much stress. Eventually, my heart ruled rather than my head. In a couple of months a new beauty will be delivered to me.

Throughout our lives we are confronted with making a number of such big ticket decisions, not just what kind of, or indeed whether, to buy a car, but also when moving to a new house, which university to go to, whether to change jobs and so on. For these kinds of life-changing choices we typically begin by doing lots of research, partly to reassure ourselves that we are selecting the best option according to certain criteria, such as reliability, price, reputation or new opportunities. To do otherwise, such as based on a hunch, would be rash and unwise. During this comparative process, we weigh up many options, read other’s reviews, prioritizing, and talking to others about our current thinking, all the time juggling the various criteria in our heads.

the big decisionMuch has been written about the rational decision-making processes that are involved. A commonly accepted view in the fields of economics, psychology, and consumer behaviour is of unbounded rationality; that states decisions are best made by gathering and processing all available information. Once, all the information has been sifted and sorted through, we can then make a well-informed decision. In contrast, the perspective of bounded rationality argues that we often make decisions with much less information, because of limited time, information, and computational abilities. Instead of processing all the available information and considering all the options, we often make surprisingly good decisions simply by using “fast and frugal” heuristics, which are rules of thumb or short-cut choice strategies that ignore most of the available information. The trick is to ignore the unnecessary pieces of information, and just search for the few pieces of information that will be most useful, or the few most appropriate options, and process them appropriately. To do this, we use search heuristics that look for options only until one is found that is good enough or “choice heuristics” that seek as little information as possible to determine which option should be selected.

In my case, I knew which car I wanted from the get go based on a gut instinct. However, because it was such a big decision, I looked at the internet flow of information in order to be more sensible. I don’t know how many reviews I read and how many people I talked to before stopping my search. But I ended up choosing what I felt I wanted 6 months ago. I wonder how many of us do the same – following our instincts but prolonging the anxiety by going through a drawn out decision-making process to justify it to ourselves and others.

So what is the role of technology in all of this? Has it helped or hindered, vindicated or confused? Especially for those of us who were born only ever knowing life through laptop fingertips?

Howard Gardner and Katie Davis in their new book “The App Generation” note how the app mentality developing in the psyche of the younger generation is making it worse for them to make their own decisions because they are becoming more risk averse. By this they mean that young people are now depending on an increasing number of mobile apps that remove the risks of having to decide for themselves. They will first read what others have said on social media sites, blogs and recommender apps before choosing where to eat, where to go, what to do, what to listen to, etc. Moreover, they often leave it until the last minute, micro-coordinating their arrangements with their friends, before deciding. They will wait and see if a better offers comes their way rather than making a decision for themselves, a week in advance, say, to see a movie with a friend and sticking to it.

But, relying on a multitude of apps means that young people are becoming increasingly more anxious about making decisions by themselves. For many, their first big decision is choosing which university to go to. This has become an agonizing and prolonged experience where both parents and apps play a central role in helping them out. They will read countless reviews, go on numerous visits to universities with their parents over several months, study the form of a number of league tables, read up on what others say on social networking sites, and so on. But in the end, I wonder if it was all that necessary. They may finally end up choosing where their friends are going or the one they liked the look of in the first place. Many will have spent hours, weeks, and even months talking about it, reading up on it, listening to lots of advice and procrastinating right down to the wire. Compared to previous pre-internet generations they wont have made the decision by themselves.

Technology, it seems may now be hindering not helping us with making big decisions.

Special Collections

senate_library This week I went inside a real library. One made of bricks and mortar. I can’t remember the last time I went in one or what for – if I am honest, probably a few years ago. It feels like a shocking admission, especially since I work in academia. Libraries are our sustenance, where we obtain our knowledge. The stacks, the periodicals, the rows of books all neatly lined up in Dewey style used to be where you would find us browsing on a regular basis. But the Internet has changed all of that. Most of us now do our knowledge work by accessing the multiple digital libraries, databases and pdfs that are readily available at our laptop fingertips. Google, too, has made it even more easy to sample an increasing number of books in digitized form.

But Special Collections in libraries retain their specialness. Last Monday I visited one at Leicester University. The reason they are special is that they contain numerous archived collections that are often donated to them, by a local historian, politician, artist or other philanthropist. For example, at Leicester amongst many is the Dyos Collection, the Gorrie Collection and the Hatton Collection. The collections include rare books, pamphlets, papers, etc., from the person whom they are named after, such as the political memorabilia of Archibold Gorrie. Many of them have yet to be digitized and so can only be seen in the physical library where they are housed.

book_pillowMy reason for coming to Leicester University’s one was to delve into the Diplomatic Collection transferred from the Commonwealth Library after it became defunct (I was doing some research into my family history). It comprises 217 boxes of lists of diplomatic, consular and foreign service. I had requested to look at Box 140 that listed the diplomatic corps, consular corps and other foreign representatives for a given country. I’d discovered these existed through browsing Google and then the library catalogue. There was something antiquated about the place. The collections are hidden away in the bowels of the library to protect them and only brought out on request. The viewing room had no windows, just artificial light. Other protective measures included having to put my bag in a locker and being only allowed to use a pencil. But strangest of them all, was the presence of over-sized white cushions on each desk that looked like miniature futons. The librarian who welcomed me in (who had all the qualities you would expect – curious, rule-abiding, knowledgeable, methodical and very nice) told me they were there to protect the spines of the large rare books that are sometimes requested. How quaint.

I sat down and looked at the red box folder that was placed in front of me – it looked, itself, about 50 years old. I pushed back the metal clasp and opened it up. Inside were about 30 small green and red books all lined up in order of their year of listing. The first one I took out was from 1959. The pages were a faded yellow brown and the type font from a typewriter that had not seen the daylight for as many years. The one page I wanted to check was still attached to the next one. I was fearful I might rip the page in the wrong way so I asked the librarian to do it. She was delighted and went off in search of a paper knife. When she returned she diligently went through the whole book slicing up the pages that were cojoined.

I was transported back to another time and place, imagining who the people were and what they did in their diplomatic roles – behind the listed names of Brigadier M. d’Aude-Shaw, Major B.C. Butler and so on. A world full of diplomats, attaché cases and special car number plates in far flung places. The smell, colour and texture of the paper, with its embossed higgledy typewritten print, evoked a powerful train of memories and thoughts that digital print never does for me. It was sheer joy to let my mind move in mysterious ways. Usually when I am pottering through digital collections on the internet I jump all over the place, from one site to the next, engaging in multiple hops, that often lead me far astray from what I was looking at or thinking about. It can be as equally delightful but a very different form of mind wandering. One is not better than the other but there is something special about being immersed in a special collection that someone has carefully and meticulously catalogued for others to inspect. I doubt if many, if any, people had looked into Box 140. That gave me a visceral thrill to think I was the first and probably only one to do so. Whereas visual analytics can show the number of page views and downloads of digital collections there aren’t any records of what people look at in old boxes of papers. There is something special indeed in this time warp that cannot be digitally catalogued or mined.

Digital Destruct

broken-cellphoneYesterday a friend of mine sent me an email where she announced she had had enough of digital technology. She exclaimed how she had slammed her mobile phone against the headrest of the seat in front of her whilst sitting on a bus. A bit drastic I thought but she has a point. She continued ranting in her email about how the technology we subscribe to has been taken over by the advertisers. For example, since IPO, Twitter users are beginning to receive vast amounts of visual advertisements in their sea of tweets. Facebook users have been inundated with personalized ads for years. And every time you watch a YouTube video now it is fronted with a commercial video that you need to click on to skip it. And then up pops a banner ad obscuring the video, so you have to click on the tiny check box to hide it again. Anyone who subscribes to O2 will have also received weekly text ads via the delightful service, O2More. I pay O2 so much a month to make phone calls and send text messages – not to discover that the new Reebok FitHub Store is now open in Covent Garden or that I can pick up a packet of Jordan’s Country Crisp for just £2 at Tesco Express on Western Road. To stop O2 More sending me these ads I have to text stop to 20502. I can’t work that out as to whether is it just the number or I have to call the number with the letters ‘stop to’ on first. And if I do succeed, there will no doubt be some obnoxious bot waiting to pester me.

My friend was not only incensed by the ubiquity of digital advertising we are all subjected to on our technologies – but also the way we communicate with each other becoming increasingly shallow and cold: “The original idea of making a phone call, sending a text or an email to make a simple communication is now part of a long drawn out distraction. The more time and coverage we have the less we communicate directly.” It is true that many of us will opt for the easy option of keeping in touch rather than engage in a lengthy conversation. Send a quick message on WhatsApp to ask how someone is or simply post a selfie for everyone to see showing how much fun you are having – much easier than having a weekly chat over the phone with mum or catching up with family over a long Sunday lunch.

And we all know how addictive it is. You wait for your next tweet, text or email – hoping it will be from that special someone.

art_snapchat-620x349 The latest craze is Snapchat that lets users connect by sending each other photos that automatically delete after a few seconds. It is now on a quarter of all UK smartphones – and rising. It is even overtaking Facebook amongst teenagers as their modus operandi. And as of yet it is not doused in ads. Under 20 year olds love it because it does not leave a digital footprint that mum or a future employee can look at. It means they can send embarrassing photos to their friends for a quick laugh of them doing something stupid and know that it will be gone in an instant. There is no fear of getting dissed. And that is priceless for a teenager. Ironically, it has the same property of a real conversation, that is, being ephemeral. Other than that it could not be more different. Gone is the art of conversation. Just snap, annotate, send – see, laugh and reciprocate. Instead of chatting in the old fashioned way, you can send an even longer selfie – known as a Snapchat story – a short collage of photos and videos that lasts in the digital ether for just 24 hours.

Against the rise of snappy happy teen life, there appears to be a ground swell of discontented 20+ something users. Those who have started to get tired of a life filled with self-obsessed, soundbite living and instead want to get back to the Good Life. Just after reading my friend’s email, I went to my local Costas and came across this graffiti on a wall – I thought it rather poignant.

smartphone_notSeveral of my friends have ditched their smartphones for ‘stupid phones’ – ones that just let you make a call or send a text. And they seem a lot happier. Some have blogged about living without a smartphone and they all agree it is great, the quality of life is so much better.

Here is a list of 5 pros and cons from offbeathome.com

The upside of getting rid of your smartphone
• Making fun of everyone on them while out with friends
• Having more conversations
• Realizing how much more time you have and how much you can get done when not distracted by your phone
• Talking more to one’s spouse and getting more done each night after work
• Getting lost

The downside of getting rid of your smartphone
• Getting lost
• Not having music for long drives back home (buy an iPod)
• No camera and instant photo sharing
• No distraction when you’re bored, or in an awkward situation
• No GPS to help you find your way

It seems like a no-brainer for anyone over 25. But, I just love my new iPhone 5S. The camera is awesome…

Walk the Talk

stansted2Have you ever watched the videos that loop on the TV screens hanging from the ceiling, whilst waiting your turn to empty your belongings on the X-ray conveyor belt at an airport security gate – the ones that tells you what you can and cannot take with you as hand luggage? Most of us are far to busy stressing about whether we need to take our shoes off (do we have holes in our socks?), whether to remove our belt (will our trousers fall down?), empty our pockets and fumbling with our laptops and tablets – to even think to stop and watch. We are also usually familiar with current security rules and yet we still occasionally get caught out. A friend recently forgot she had a corkscrew in her hand luggage and had to wave goodbye to it as the security girl deftly removed it from her backpack – shame, as it was a really nice one. Others are too eager to glug down the remains of their bottled drinks before having to throw them away.

To draw people’s attention more to the security information, some airports have started showing animated videos that are projected onto a cardboard cut-out of a helpful assistant to make her appear alive. I watched one demonstrating to us earnestly at Stansted airport on my way to a conference in Ljubljana – and then watched people walking straight past her. No one stopped to watch or even glance at her. She appeared rather transparent, quiet and a bit limp and so in many ways, it was not surprising she was so ineffectual. But, when I mentioned it to one of my fellow conference goers he was convinced she had a Mona Lisa sideways look, that followed us through the aisles. That surely was enough to grab our attention. I was not convinced at all.

A couple of years ago, New Zealand Airlines made a safety video that was far more attention-grabbing. Since then, they have produced a series of very funny safety videos. I got to watch one this summer when on an Air New Zealand flight to the Cook Islands. It starred Grylls (the British adventurer) in “Bear Essentials of Safety,” delivering the safety message while tracking the extinct flightless Moa bird in the South Island of New Zealand. It had me hooked the whole way through. Very witty, amusing and at the right level of info-edu-tainment. Other airlines are now getting in on the safety funny act. Virgin America, for example, just produced a very elaborate one, featuring a posse of dancers and former contestants, some from American Idol participating in a highly entertaining performance.

Information salience mixed with a good dose of humour makes for compelling viewing – that stays with you. Even the jingles keep looping in your mind, admittedly, often annoyingly so. Perhaps the efforts to get passenger’s attention would be better designed with Russell Brand or Jo Brand projected onto the cardboard cut-outs, singing in cockney-style what you can or cannot take on board.

But it is not just security videos that could benefit from the presenters standing out more and being funnier. Educational videos can also be made much more watchable through humour and captivating delivery. The conference I was attending on the Internet of Education was about how to enhance online and traditional education with new technologies. There were quite a few talks about MOOCs; their pros and cons, promises and reality. Some reported on how they had developed clever technologies that could help students to annotate, tag and search for video lectures and other online materials.

Coursera was one of the first companies to get the ball rolling; its mission is to make high-quality education accessible to everyone by allowing the best universities to offer courses to everyone around the world, for free. Its website is mightily impressive – claiming a staggering numbers of students who have signed up for their courses and an equally vast number of courses they now offer. The fanfare and hype that greeted this free form of online learning a couple of years ago however has now been tempered by a fair share of public skepticism. It is dawning on many that it can never be the great leveler – as hoped. One of the Stanford professors, Andrew Ng, who co-founded the company, and has had a hugely successful online course in machine learning, gave the final keynote talk at our conference – virtually via Skype. He was still bubbling with boundless energy and enthusiasm. I watched him in awe – maybe the CAA could learn a few lessons from him about how to make effective safety videos.
TIME Summit On Higher Education

I was struck, however, as I listened to him waxing lyrical about their incredible achievements by how much of the content that gets delivered, interacted with and re-presented is all done via the computer keyboard. Inevitable, but it made me think whether we are educating a global generation of students to only talk about what they have learned through their fingers. There is no need for a MOOCs student to stand up and present their ideas, findings or concerns in a face-to-face setting or to confront their lecturers. It is largely about selecting the right answers using multiple-choice quizzes (of course there are a few courses that are the exception). Fine for working out answers and gauging the student’s progress as they work though the course, but not so good at helping them work out how to put those Q&As into practice. As any teacher or professor knows only too well, you only really learn about something when you have to talk about it yourself in front of a class of fresh-faced students.

How can online education courses help students actually explain or discuss a phenomenon or theory, such as deep learning, in the convincing way that Andrew Ng does in his lectures? How can they emulate him? Not by simply watching videos, or tagging them or answering multiple-choice questions. I raised my arm and asked him what he thought about the possibility that we might be producing a generation of students who only ever express themselves through their fingers. I suggested, as well, how about getting the students to upload videos of themselves verbally explaining what they have learnt? They might then be assessed, not through clicking through a series of radio buttons, but through being matched with other students from different parts of the globe, who are also taking the same course – each critiquing the other’s presentation. Would give a new spin to the idea of study buddies.

moocDuring his talk, Andrew mentioned a study that had investigated the value of having a virtual image (a bit like a cardboard cut-out) of the instructor appearing at the bottom of each slide. The researchers wanted to see what role it would play in motivating the students. To test this out, they split the class into two – and gave half the slides with the cut-out instructor appearing and the other half just the slides. Apparently, the students in the control condition were not at all happy when they found out they did not have the cut out instructor on their slides – feeling they were missing out. There was uproar and so the researchers had to abandon the experiment. That speaks volumes about the power of having the presence of a tutor near you to somehow make it feel a bit more real and that perhaps your tutor cares for you. And you never know they might just have that Mona Lisa effect.

Shock Box

phone boxDefibrillators (AEDs) are located on walls in public buildings, stations, trains and planes. You never really notice them unless called into action – just like all the other safety equipment that is required in public places, such as fire alarms, fire hoses and extinguishers.

Last week we were ambling though the quiet village of Steyning, doing a spot of window shopping, when we came across an AED in a disused phone box. At first sight, I thought it was bizarre to see a life saving contraption where a public phone used to be but then it made perfect sense for it to be there, since no one uses public phones anymore. Rather than sell them off to Americans who place them in their restaurants, bars and homes for show and effect – why not keep them as a permanent feature of the British landscape, but repurposed to be live savers? Maybe it will stop the phone boxes smelling of urine and being vandalized. And help save a live.

aedDefibrillators are strange machines that are intended to issue jolting electric shocks to someone who has just had a heart attack. They come encased in plastic boxes, usually coloured bright yellow or green. When opened up, they provide step-by-step instructions, with voice prompts, designed to be used by untrained bystanders. The boxes include a kit with all the things you will need to use the defibrillator. You are meant to start by ripping open the person’s clothing to expose their chest, then, if it is dry, wet it followed by applying two sticky pads with electrodes in them – one on the heart and one above the nipple on the right chest. If the person has a lot of chest hair it is suggested you trim it using a razor that is included in the kit. And if they are wearing an underwire bra you are meant to cut it away to avoid burns on the patient’s skin.

All of these preliminary actions are very intimate to be doing to a stranger. There is no dignity when it comes to having a heart attack. The AED machine will analyse the patient’s heart beat and then tell you to stand clear of the patient so it can deliver a shock if it considers it necessary. It will repeat these steps until the patient is revived or continues not to respond to the treatment.

Last week, one of my students witnessed a passenger using an AED, whilst on a tube train, on another passenger who had slumped unconscious. The person did not respond and was eventually taken away by the emergency service who came to the scene, assumed dead. She found it very distressing to be stuck in a carriage, having to watch the defibrillator machine repeatedly being used, in vain. I had a similar experience, about 10 years ago, on a flight to Seattle when a man crashed to the floor, face first, right next to my aisle seat. Two doctors rushed to the scene, when a message was sent out on the tannoy system, alongside two undercover air marshalls. They turned the man over and started the process under my nose. They began by opening up his Hawaii shirt (I can remember the detail of the pattern) and quickly strapping on the defibrillator. Then for the next hour, the defibrillator took over control issuing orders; which the doctors and air marshalls obediently followed. It was clear to everyone around him that he was dead but it is a requirement by law to continue trying to revive the patient until the plane has landed. The plane eventually made an emergency landing where he was taken off the plane on a gurney.

It is very disturbing seeing someone, unexpectedly and suddenly, die in front of you in a public place; a living body suddenly becoming lifeless, and then stripped and strapped to a pulsating AED. What has stayed with me most is the eerie robotic voice that repeatedly barks the same piercing dictum throughout the ordeal, just before it is about to deliver a shock, “Stand clear. Do not touch the patient. Stand clear.”

A couple of years ago a guy called Shay Carmon developed a concept defibrillator toaster that would revive your bread. That is black humour to the max.

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Which Sauce?

sausage-sandwichI’ve started listening to the Danny Baker show on Five Live that goes out on Saturday mornings. The delectable Danny explores everyday topics in his distinctive style; quirky, witty and maundering. You never know where a conversation with a caller might end. He has the knack of moving it in unpredictable and very funny ways. The pièce de résistance is the weekly Sausage Sandwich Game – that is now legendary amongst his fans. A guest (such as a former footballer, or a singer) is invited to answer questions about him or herself that are innocuous but personal – such as when did you last climb a tree (this year, in the last two years or over 10 years ago) or where did you live for the longest when you were a child – on a street, road, lane, close, avenue or other. The kind of unique questions that banks should come up with for their security questions instead of what is your mother’s maiden name or the primary school you went to (since now you can lift that information so easily from Facebook or LinkedIn).

Two call-in contestants are also invited to represent their football team (say Arsenal or Berwick Rangers) and have to guess what the guest would choose as their answer. They have to make their choice based on what they have heard about the guest in the introductory banter.

So, on very little information they have to decide, for example, if the person is a tree climber (and hence climbed up one recently) or even more random, they seem like a person who would have lived on a road rather than an avenue. Having tried to work it out and explain their reasoning the guest then reveals when, where or whatever the answer. Whoever gets the right answer scores a goal. The last question asked is the sausage question – do they take red sauce, brown sauce or no sauce when eating a sausage sarnie. The suspense is brilliantly timed. We hear the clock ticking and then the contestant’s think aloud reasoning behind their choice (e.g. ‘oh she is definitely a brown sauce person, given she is from up north’, or ‘he does not seem like someone who would take any sauce’ so a no-saucer). As Danny says, this question reveals something about a person in ways that an interrogation could never do. The bon homie and self-deprecating humour that exudes from Danny throughout keeps you laughing and looking forward to the next game the following week. It is masterful, phone-in radio.

We often have to guess something about someone else, their likes, dislikes, what presents they might like, writing something witty about them on a ‘miss you’ leaving card, which restaurant or café they would like to meet at, and so on. For many it can be hard work, especially if they don’t know the person that well. There is a mismatch between the individual things we know about a person and the high level categories offered by retail. Buy for him or her; that special present for mum or dad, and so on. What if you could go to an online site and instead answer a few sausage sandwich type questions about a person you need to buy a present for, say a 40th birthday. The underlying system could do some clever pattern matching and suggest something original and unexpected for that person. That would be smart shopping – and entertaining for the shopper instead of being a chore.

Fascinating Bodies

shadow02We are fascinated with our bodies and the shadows they project. From making hand shadows by creative molding and twisting of our hands and fingers under a projector light to interactive artistic works that encourage you to move and twist to make larger than life shadows on public walls such as Felix Bonowski’s Proximity Repulsion, recently shown at the Saatchi Gallery. felixrepulsion

Then there is Nature that does it on your behalf, making elongated and strange shapes of you from winter late afternoon suns.

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There is something magical about projecting yourself as a flat moving dark shape to appear in front of you onto a surface such as a wall, grass or water, using either natural or artificial light. You never think of it as blocking out light but as an extension of your embodied self that you are in control of; making it bigger, smaller, wider, animal or head like. Felix’s interactive projection is captivating and compelling: a rain of particles falls from the top of the projected shadow and if one hits the edge of it, a repulsive force pushes it away from your head, arm or hand. The effect is to feel like one is playing with particles in a way similar to water or sand but by bouncing off one’s shadow. It is a beautiful piece.

Last week, I went to the Science Museum and came across a new exhibition called “3D: printing the future”. There was a fine collection of plastic artefacts, and various replacement body parts for cars, planes and people. They even had a facsimile of the liberator plastic gun that was 3D printed recently and which caused a furore in the press. liberator gun

And there was also an amazing 3D printed sculpture that was a combination of MRI scans and St Paul’s Cathedral by the artist Tobias Klein. But what really caught my eye was lots of jellybean coloured plastic figurines – like the ones you used to find in cereal packets – hanging from the wall at the end of the exhibit. On closer inspection I discovered they were 3D scans of real people who had visited the museum. They had chosen their own colour and pose. Each was unique in a quite different way to having your photo taken. Whilst no longer attached to the body in the way shadows always are, it felt as if there was still a part of the person in the 3D model. Like little people who might start to come alive as they do in the classic Pixar animation film Toy Story.

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Only last week, the UK supermarket, ASDA, announced it was launching an in-shop 3D printing service that will scan your whole body to create an 8-inch version of you. Now just imagine getting the whole family done, aunts and uncles and all. And then turning the lights off and putting the projector on… one could act out family dramas with their like-like shadows coming alive. Perhaps, it might get a tad creepy, even uncanny valley.

Slow-Mo Time

southern_train_interior4 Last week my bag was stolen on the train as I was travelling home. As the enormity of what had happened dawned on me I jumped up and ran out of the carriage to the train door. But it was too late. The train had just started to pull out of the platform. I stood there helpless and my fellow passengers tried to help with offering to phone the transport police. All was in vain. I got off at the next station, Wivelsfield, and ran to the other side to catch a train back to the previous station, Hayward’s Heath, but just missed it. I was stranded at a tiny provincial station and had to wait another 30 minutes for the next one. There was no one in sight – no one I could explain what had happened to me. During that time as I replayed over and over again in my mind what had just happened. It was all in slow motion – paradoxically, as I paced up and down the platform. I was desolute.
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It is common for traumatic experiences to be remembered by people in slow motion. How and whether there is scientific evidence for it is open to debate. But the perception is real to those who have witnessed a crash, been in an accident or had something unpleasant happen to them. Time really feels like it is slowing down. My memory of the moment of realization was it feeling like ages from jumping up from my seat to getting to the door of the train.

The way in which the theft happened was very clever. Two dodgy looking guys distracted all of us sitting in the carriage with a seemingly innocent question – and during that moment they stood up, took my bag (which was next to my feet) from under our noses and disappeared. It was less than a minute later but it was too late. They had gone.

The next 24 hours were desperate times. I had nothing on me except my train ticket. My purse, house and work keys, laptop, phone, ID card, address book, glasses, etc., etc., were gone. When I eventually got home (my neighbours had a spare set of keys so I was able to get in) I started the process of stopping my cards and changing my passwords. Then the next day, I went to the Apple Store and begged them to sort things out for me (they are incredibly busy all the time). I was there for 4 hours and they were very helpful. I ended up with a brand new phone but being credit/debit cardless, had to go home to get other forms of ID that would allow the phone company I had a contract with to agree to give me an upgrade on my account. Backwards and forwards I went.

For the last few days, I have been changing all my passwords and updating all my digital records. There are so many things that we have connected to our cards. For example, the automated top-up feature on my Oyster card failed because my debit card, it uses, had been stopped. My new credit/debit cards, which arrived today, wont work until the new PINs arrive. Deliberately sent a few days later to prevent fraud. I’ve been living on cash (my bank was able to let me get some out using an old cheque book and my passport for ID) for the last few days and it makes you realize how much we depend on plastic for our everyday transactions. The list goes on, from having to set up again other direct debits and credit card details for utility bills, Amazon, British Airways, etc. Exhausting and very time-consuming sorting everything out.

But every cloud has a silver lining. I was able to upgrade on my O2 contract to enable me to get a brand new iPhone 5s without too much extra cost. A slate silver one. It is a very beautiful object. I’ve been exploring all the new functions and enjoying trying them out – in between the relentless pursuit of re-establishing my digital identity. One function that is cute is the slow-mo video that is included as part of the package, that slows down the video to a fourth of its speed. This is my first attempt – one of my new PhD students (Jessi Baker) jumping up and down in my office.

There are many more of them appearing on the Internet. Here is another one I really liked. I look forward to more hours of fun ahead instead of more grief.

iPhone 5s Slow-Mo from Eric Grindland on Vimeo.

Finally, I am reminded of Mark Wallinger’s ethereal ‘Threshold to the Kingdom’ (2000) – a masterpiece of slow-motion, which I have spent much time absorbed in. Best experienced through life-sized projection with loud stereo, but here is a clip of it as a taster:

MARK WALLINGER from John Mallinson Duff on Vimeo.

Urban Divide

eastpaloalto“You don’t want to go to East Palo Alto! It is on the wrong side of the tracks”, was the advice I was given when looking for somewhere to rent in Silicon Valley back in the late 90s. East Palo Alto has been very poor since the early 80s and has much higher rates of crime than the other bits of Palo Alto that just got more wealthy and posher during the technology dotcom bubble. A similar demarcation exists in Bloomington, Indiana, where I also once lived. Those on the wrong side of the tracks live in poverty and are often regarded as trailer trash whilst those on the right side are university dons and students, respectable and educated. A clear town and gown divide.

More generally, every country has its north and south or east and west. If you live in the south of England you consider those ‘up north’ to be working class, poor and hard-nosed. Conversely, if you live in the north of England you consider those ‘down south’ to be stuck up, wealthy and snooty. The dividing line is located at the infamous Watford Gap service station on the M1. Apparently, nearly 75% of the English are prejudiced against their northern or southern neighbours.

The same can be said about cities. People south of the Thames rarely venture north of the river outside of work and vice versa. Each side of London has its own culture, accent, street fashion and views about people living on the other side.

millroad Such urban splits are perpetuated right down to the street level. There is a street in Cambridge, UK, called Mill Road that is divided by railway tracks. On one side is Romsey and on the other, Petersfield. Romsey people believe Petersfield is less safe and has less community feel than their neighbourhood. But what do those in Petersfield think? Do they regard themselves as being poorer – whether financially culturally or economically? Do they think it is more or less unsafe than Romsey? Another case of being on the wrong side of the tracks?

Are the perceived differences about the other side real or imagined? This is the question being asked on one of our current research projects run by Lisa Koeman and Vaiva Kalnikaitė as part of the ICRI Cities. Instead of simply asking people on the street what they think, we have employed electronic voting devices to mediate. 18 of these portable devices have been designed, custom built and placed in shops along the street – some on the Romsey side and the others at the Petersfield end.
lisa2 Shoppers get to vote on a variety of questions to do with the neighbourhood, by simply pressing one of three coloured buttons, depending on whether they agree, are neutral or disagree. Statements include “the street has a real buzz today”, “I feel socially connected” and, “I feel at home on Mill Road.” They are of course free and encouraged to talk at large about the issues with others in the shop or street.

The logged votes are then aggregated for each shop and displayed as a public visualisation outside them. Local graffiti artists spray the breakdown of the votes as a percentage for each choice – using temporary chalk and stencils – onto the pavement next to each shop taking part. This then becomes the talking point for for all to see, be puzzled about and compare.
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At the end of the week an evocative visualisation of all the votes for all the questions, from the two parts of the street – divided by the tracks – will be designed and sprayed on the bridge pavement to show whether and what are the differences, as judged by the shoppers and shopkeepers. Will it be the case that the perceived economic and social differences are as marked as we are led to assume?

The jury is out.

If you want to have your say pop into one of the participating shops and cast your vote. The project also hopes to enable residents and visitors to the area to find out more about the street – which is known for its vibe, diverse community and international shops.

Real Talk

yammer-mascot-785x1024A fellow commuter was having a bit of a rant on the train yesterday about how his colleagues, especially the younger ones, don’t talk any more. He got more and more animated in his diatribe against the youth, glued to their screens, constantly tapping away on Facebook, Twitter, Yammer and email. But what really pissed him off was what they were not doing, rather than what they were doing. Why could they not spend some of their time face-to-face with people, practicing the art of conversation and using a bit more body language?

My fellow commuter manages a corporate hospitality company, where socializing offline is central to their business, which involves procuring new clients to sponsor sporting events, such as the Olympics. He lamented how it is rare now for someone to get off their seat in the open plan office and go out for a coffee. Instead they all drink take-away coffee and eat ready-made sandwiches at their desks. None of them ever walk over to the specially customized coffee area he had built to try to encourage them to meet together a bit more offline – to catch up, share an anecdote, voice a worry, or simply engage in gossip and in doing so, practice the skills of small talk, medium talk and big talk. As a result, they don’t know the first thing about how to talk to a client, let alone how to engage with them in the first place. They rely on ‘the dinosaurs’ (his term) to do the ice-breaking, the buttering up, the arm touching and the broaching. “What will the company do when he retires” he sighed, “God only knows…”

Good old fashioned networking, where time is spent relaxing over dinner, seamlessly switching between day-to-day stuff, personal stuff and work stuff, provides the fabric for building up rapport, trust and a sense of being wanted and respected. People are far more likely to give and want to be part of something if they are treated well and looked after. But it takes time, effort and skill to know how to network well, something you can’t learn from online chatting. Sending an email to the manager of the marketing department of Adidas or Nescafe, however charming or witty, simply wont cut the mustard. If you want a company to part with their money you need to be mindful of them.

The widespread use of the social media tool, Yammer (over 2 million employees at more than 100,000 companies have used it), that looks like Facebook and Twitter, makes it even easier to not have to talk face-to-face with colleagues. It’s all mediated through the system: “Yammer filters the conversations with Share, Ask, Praise, Event, or Poll prompts. Responses are tracked by most likes, most replies, most posts, trophies, and badges that are consolidated in the Leaderboard.” Whilst one can quickly get a sense of the pulse of the office or the word on the street, by following the numerous ticker streams of online comments, thumbs up and quips, it is not real talk.

It is not just the hospitality business where the art of small talk and face-to-face networking is on the wane. It is happening across all walks of life (as I wax lyrical about in my recent TEDx talk,).

squeezyIn my workplace at UCL we are conducting a study to see whether we can buck the trend by turning a ‘dead’ building, where no one really talks to each other besides the people in their own group, to being more of a curious lived-in building, that encourages people to talk more with each other – even strangers – in the lifts, on the stairs, in the coffee room, etc. about anything. It is called ‘Mood Project Building’ and is being headed by Sarah Gallacher.

floordisplay The project is investigating how physical and playful installations can be used to encourage a greater sense of community and social connectedness within a building. The idea is really simple – to encourage people, as they walk about the building, to squeeze one of a number of coloured squeezy balls that are located in public spaces on each floor of the building to reflect their mood. Are you having a yellow morning? A blue afternoon? The squeezes from the different floors of the building are mapped onto a large LED floor display intended to act as a social meeting place. There people can discover and chat each day about what balls they have squeezed, why floor six is all yellow and then maybe, seamlessly switch into other talk.
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So far, the interactive installation has triggered lots of people throughout the building to squeeze the balls, to talk to strangers, to even be subversive and to be curious.

Maybe we could also design a physical interactive installation to get those city guys glued to their screens to take a break and actually talk to one another more in the flesh. You never know one of those impromptu conversations could lead to an unexpected and fruitful collaboration and land them a big client. Goodbye emoticons. Bring on the real smiles.

Naked Eye

crocEver wanted to see the eyes, teeth and texture of a crocodile close up – enough to make you jump out of your skin and run for your life? The Solar Whisper Company in Queensland, Australia can help out. It offers ‘Croc Cam’ binoculars that can magnify wildlife by focusing “the camera on animals allowing you to identify using the onboard screen.” No more fiddling with the focus rings – just look at a zoomed digital image of the crocodile on the screen rather than using old-fashioned binoculars or even the naked eye…

I’ve spent the last week with friends in remote Northern Queensland, enjoying the unknown, the unexpected and the uncertain. We’ve been to an Aborigine dance festival, explored the rain forest, camped under a star-studded sky with the Southern Cross shining bright, and snorkeled in the Great Barrier Reef. What struck me about all of these out-of-the-ordinary places, besides being utterly magical, was how they didn’t need to be enhanced through digital technology. Their beauty in the raw took our breath away. To be swallowed up by a dense forest of over-sized tropical plants; to hear piercing mysterious sounds at every turn; to be surrounded by schools of dancing day-glow fish; to be floating above an amazing bed of multi-textured coral; to drive into a full moon rising slowly above you on a straight empty road – all leave you in awe and remind you of just how small you are. They don’t need to be enlarged or brought into focus. If you want to find out a bit more there are ample pamphlets, signs and maps, provided at the sites and information centers. And they don’t need to be spoken about by a jolly recorded voice. Every national park or discovery centre (e.g. Daintree Centre), it seems, now offer various audio tours in multiple tourist languages to transport you back to another time and place.
AudioJapCoupleDSCF0756-300x246 All of which causes me considerable dissonance since much of the research in my field is driven by a motivation to come up with novel technologies that will enhance our experiences of the places we visit. The aim is to enable people to learn more about what they are seeing and to decide where next to go whilst interacting with digital resources in situ. However, besides the joy of snapping photos, I am coming to the conclusion that many of these other technologies are superfluous. They seem like overkill, masking the magic of what it means to hear and see nature in the wild.

I have had many discussions with Margot, a fellow interaction design professor who invited me on the trip, about the value of technology interventions in places ‘out there’ (as opposed to ‘in there’, e.g., offices, homes, libraries, shopping malls). When walking through the rain forest we both agreed that whilst it seems obvious and useful to have ‘a mobile app’ that could answer the kid’s and our own questions whenever they popped up, such as what is that, why are those fruit so blue, who eats them and so on – the real joy is to simply wonder. Maybe we don’t need instant information at our fingertips that gratifies our here and now curiosity. Maybe, it is better to try to conjure up a response to one’s own questions and let this lead to further questions, however, lateral. Letting our minds wander and letting questions remain hanging, rather than simply looking up information on an app is what inspires us to think more deeply and to imagine. Whilst it can be rewarding to discover the name of a tree one has just seen or, see the eyes of a croc appear bigger than in real life using a croc cam, there is something special about unaided contemplation.
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TEDx Einstein

TEDx Barcelona I finally did it! I walked onto a spot lit stage, with big polystyrene red and white TEDx Barcelona letters behind me and a red carpet underneath me, and delivered my talk. It was not really a talk, though. It was a performance. Emerging from the darkness to a keenly awaiting audience with headlight eyes. There is an enormous adrenalin release and the race against the 15-minute timer on the monitor begins. Go, go, go. How stand-up comedians manage this transition from hiding behind the curtains to a sudden light bulb flash experience, day-in day-out, I don’t know.

But it is much more than managing stage fright; there is also having to deal with the roller coaster build up that precedes it. For starters, there is the humbling experience of being coached by a professional; the constant self doubt you are not up for it; the perpetual tweaking of the slides, the conjuring up of new lines you think might be funny and then realize are not and more. And then on the day, there is the final countdown shared with the other speakers; you each have your own look of fear and worry that rubs off on each other. In our case, we had hours of A/V complications with non-english speaking technicians; foreign laptops that did not work in the way ours did, beautiful fonts lost in the process, rehearsals to an empty auditorium – and lots of visits to the bathroom.

Then the show begins. Perched on my seat in the front row, I semi-listen to the other talks before mine, unconsciously, mentally rehearsing bits I had messed up during the rehearsal, especially phrases that did not flow. Last chance. And then all of a sudden it is my turn to be miked up and pushed from from behind the curtains. It all happens in a flash. And, it all comes together – except my one video clip does not play but somehow I smooth over it. I even manage to smile, gesture wildly and finish with a flourish. A wink and then a final thank you. I look up to a clapping audience. I can hear ringing in my ears. Then it is all over. I walk off and the organizers embrace me and apologize profusely about my video not playing. I don’t care at that point because it is all over. And then the next speaker is standing under the spotlight, looking up and talking in loud spanish about robots. I sit down and for a few moments just breathe very slowly and deeply.

At the break, I steel myself to check if anyone has sent any congratulatory emails. A few have appeared in my mailbox, saying great talk, wonderful. I am mightily relieved, and the last of the adrenalin finally drains from my system.

Our TED event had a mix of spanish and english speaking scientists and artists, talking about a diversity of things, from remote kissing machines to robots with a sense of self who fear humans. In the end, I played safe rather than be too soundbite-ish. I gave my talk a community spin rather than the ‘smart technologies make us dumb’ line, I had originally planned. Instead of retreating increasingly into our own digital bubbles why not think about how digital technology can be designed and used quite differently: to share, to galvanize, to collaborate and be mindful of others when being together. The post production version is now viewable online. I had not realized how much backwards and forwards striding I did as a result of being told to stay within the confines of the red carpet.

Over dinner, later that night, some of my fellow speakers talked about how the TED formula is taking over from the old school academic lecture. We discussed whether we‘re becoming entertainers for short-attention spanned audiences. The idea of sitting for an hour listening to someone reading and deliberating a nuanced philosophical argument from their hand written notes seems a thing of the past.

There is a piece online called ‘Against TED’ by Nathan Jurgenson, that I felt, perhaps, was a little too harsh and a tad too clever in its critique of modern day TED, starting with the gambit: “When did TED stop trying to collect smart people and instead collect people trying to be smart?” No matter what the cynics say about TED being ‘so yesterday’, and having lost its edge, it still is an amazing spectacle, especially for those who are speaking or attending such an event for the first time. And, perhaps the democratization of TED as it is today, with hundreds of TEDx events being held all over the world, every week, rings some truth to the weary Silicon Valley crowd who have seen it all before (and indeed when doing my homework watching several of the existing videos, I worried if there was anything new to say that had not been said before and more smartly). But just as Albert Einstein continues to inspire generations of children so, too, can TED talks. Billions have viewed the 1000s of online videos of the TED talks, that have been uploaded over the years since it was an exclusive club only for the smart, silicon-clad crowd. That is definitely an idea worth spreading.

What will stay most with me about my big day actually had nothing to do with TED. On first arriving at the CosmoCaxia Science Museum, where the TEDx Barcelona event was being held, I noticed a spot lit wax model of Albert Einstein sitting at the information desk in the foyer. For a split second you think he is real. The setting, the clothing, his hair, facial expression and pose are perfect. I watched as a group of excited school kids also noticed him for the first time and ran spontaneously in unison over to the desk from where they stood. They giggled and stared at him in awe, all reaching out as if to try and touch him. It was a moment to marvel at sharing their moment of joy. Whoever thought of that great idea had a stroke of genius in them.
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Time Matters

diary1 How many of us still use paper diaries to schedule our working and personal lives? Not many now I suspect. Google, Outlook, iCal and all the other host of online calendars now available control us. Frequent meeting invitations are emailed directly to us, perpetually popping up on our smartphone screens, pretending to be text messages. The week-at-a-glance always seems to fill up with overlapping coloured blocks of scheduled meetings. And Doodle has become the default tool for many of us now, commiting even more of our precious ‘free’ time to ever more meetings, way into the future, often weeks and months ahead. Sometimes, my dean’s calendar is so chocker that he can only meet before or after hours (i.e. before 9 or after 6) several weeks down the line.

What has happened?

Imagine what it would be like to turn the clocks back; wake up one day and have a completely, meeting-free, workday.

diary3 Whilst being away from my workplace, on my dream fellowship, I have tried to find ways of letting this happen again. To help, I deliberately chose to stop using my online calendar, temporarily, and instead bought myself a small Letts diary for 2013, which proudly claims on the back to be “the original diary since 1812” and has the London underground map on the back two pages. Inside, there are two days per page with 10 thin lines for each and a black ribbon that can be inserted between the pages to allow it to be opened easily for that day.

I have been using a thick italic felt pen to fill it in since January. A day can easily get full after two appointments have been added. Then there is no more space and that signifies that my day and evening are booked. This simple physical constraint restricts me from getting overloaded. My Australian friends find this new-old way of planning hilarious.

But for me, it is a real joy. Instead of clicking each morning on my Google Calendar and trying to think through what is in store for all of my many meetings scheduled for that day, and to see if I might squeeze one more in, I occasionally scribble down, in my unaccustomed and ungainly handwriting, the odd event. A ‘busy’ day might read an 11.00 a.m. coffee with X, followed by a 12.30 p.m. lunch with Y, ending up with meeting friends for a ‘footie evening’ (watching a local derby game of aussie rules with 80,000 others at the Melbourne Cricket Ground). Some days my diary is completely blank giving me the freedom to decide what to do all day from the moment I wake up.

balloonsOn such a day, I might start by watching the sunrise and the hot air balloons go past my balcony. Then to work at 7.00 a.m. catching up on the emails; then for a morning swim, followed by a coffee at the local café at about 10.30 a.m., or later, depending on what takes me. Then down to a solid hour or more of work, before having lunch at a café on the riverside. Then take the tram to the university and see who is around to chat with about our respective research ideas. What might happen is down to serendipity. Then some more hours spent reading and writing, finished off by a delightful walk in the botanical gardens, before thinking about dinner and a glass of something. All the time, when not in meetings, I am thinking and letting my mind wander in unexpected ways.

Having the freedom to indulge in time and thought in this unfettered way is, sadly, a luxury for most of us in the modern academy. Normally, I am constantly aware of the pile of work that envelops me – together with my never-ending and always expanding to-do list. To be freed from all of that – albeit just for a few weeks this time – especially the tyranny of the online calendar has been an invigorating experience. With back-to-back meetings, one never has time to reflect or think about what one suggested or agreed on in one meeting before the next one comes along with a trainload of new demands and challenges. Having only the occasional meeting in a day allows one the freedom to push one’s mind in new directions.
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There is also something quaint about writing down an appointment in a little book – just for yourself. Paper-based calendars, however, can be as controlling as their online counterparts, depending on whether they become public. My sister-in-law came across a paper-based rota, when clearing out stuff, that my parents had written for each family member’s chores over the Christmas Period of 1969 (when I was a wee child)! We were a large family of 4 children with various other people staying during that time. To help my parents, we were each given tasks to do each day over the 10-day period. Mine included preparing and clearing the table for meals, washing up and breakfast prep. The handwritten and meticulously worked out rota was stuck on the kitchen door for all to see and be checked off by. Looking back at it now reminds me of how powerful it was in managing us all. There were no fights; just shouts of ‘your turn’ and finger pointing at the rota. I wonder if this regimented orderliness was peculiar to our family or other families had their own variant of ‘Alles in Ordnung’ plastered on their walls, too.

Nowadays, there are all manner of online family calendars like cozi claiming that they will “manage your whole life”.

That is scary. At least our managed family life was only for Christmas.

Tech Talk

tedtalk I’ve been invited to give a TED talk in May, admittedly, only a TEDx talk but nevertheless the idea of being on stage talking to 1000s of viewers, potentially millions, is nerve wracking for me. To get me in the picture, I have been watching some of the more popular TED talks already out there. Trouble is, every topic I think about has been presented already, and often very well. Nearly every angle about the good and bad effects of technology has been covered. The key is to make the narrative sound fresh and original and use your own research findings to make the points. Here is my first attempt at an outline.

I want to talk about how smart technology makes us stupid and how simple technology makes us clever. The question is one of framing. Make technologies that do things for us and we forget how to do them ourselves. Design technologies that encourage people to make better decisions in their lives and enable them to be happier, more engaged and empowered.

Every week there is a new book, blog or sound bite that espouses a view on how technology is making us, on the one hand, dumber, shallower, addicted, more alone, and overloaded, while on the other, it is assumed it can make us better informed, more connected, resourceful and more aware. Some argue that it is improving our brains, others that it is destroying our cognitive faculties. It seems many of us can’t write anymore, let alone remember our phone number. And yet a multitude of apps claim they can help us to make snap decisions, be more creative and have richer and more satisfying lives.

An adjective that has been much bandied about, but in my view is well past its sell by date, is ‘smart’. From smart phones to smart cities, smart cars to smart meters, and smart homes to smart grids… Everywhere you look in the tech world, you see smart this, smart that… The list of smart gadgets is mind boggling. There are smart pillows that analyse your sleep and smart shoes that tell you to stop being lazy. There is even a ‘smart dog’ Wandant device that tracks how far your pooch has walked and its stress levels. It claims to be “the world’s first obesity monitoring system for dogs” and, yes, it has a “smart-collar” that uses mobile phone sensor technology to do the monitoring and measuring.
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Tech companies, governments, researchers and the like are all trying hard to make people, the environment and the world smart through these kinds of technologies. But who are they kidding? They are not smart. They don’t think for themselves or walk the dog for you. Somehow we think by using the word smart we have elevated the technology into being clever, intelligent and autonomous. My colleague Adam Greenfield, poignantly noted 7 years ago in his prescient book Everyware: “We simply don’t do smart very well yet.”

Moreover, those that act on our behalf can make us mentally lazy. Gadgets and apps in the form of cognitive aids, mean that we no longer practice certain skills, be they our multiplication tables, our map reading skills or are ability to remember birthdays, numbers or appointments. “I’ve lost my dart’s faculty” I joked to a colleague the other day, when trying to work out how much a meal split three ways would cost each of us. There is a worry that our increasing reliance on GPS/satnav to tell us where to go will mean we lose the ability to read proper maps – most of us only use ones with cars and people icons that jump along yellow moving road lines. How many of know how to use a compass? There is also the problem that we may soon lose our ability to remember numbers, lists, birthdays and so on. Gone are the days of reciting.

So why does the relentless move to make technology smart persist? An article published last month in the Wall Street Journal by Evgeny Morozov, cleverly entitled “is smart making us dumb?’ splits technologies into bad smart and good smart. Bad smart includes gizmos that suppress behaviours that are considered undesirable, such as vibrating forks that tell us to not to eat so quickly, cars that tell us to drive slower because it is raining and toothbrushes that tell us to brush our teeth more. Good smart leaves us in control of our actions and where gadgets are designed to empower by providing the right kind of information at the right time – just enough to nudge us in the right direction. I was pleased to see that Evgeny Morozov mentioned one of our projects as an example of good smart – where we developed the lambent shopping handle that is intended to enhance decision-making by informing shoppers of the nutritional benefits and food miles (or other dimension someone cares about) using simple LEDs and smiley faces, representing social norms. Instant information presented in a playful and useful way. No overloading, no pressure and no atrophying of the brain. As our tongue in cheek video below shows it boils down to designing simple interfaces that can facilitate fast and frugal decision-making. Our philosophy is less is more and simple is powerful. That is how you can make people clever.

Future Fashion

makey makey with grapes Where does work finish and fun begin? I’ve been playing with a Makey Makey kit that turns everyday objects into touchpads. As mentioned in an earlier blog my aim is to encourage elderly folk to see what they can make using it and to see if they can then teach kids how to create using it – inspiring a younger generation to unleash their ideas.

My first effort was to play a drum kit using fruit: I started playing with grapes, then apples and finally tomatoes as my inputs. It was really easy to map them onto the online software program. And when the grapes started sounding like drums it reminded me of when I got my very first computer program to work! Moreover, there was something very childlike and pleasurable in squeezing grapes and tomatoes to make different drum sounds. I then moved onto a digital keyboard. Equally, it it was just as much fun to make a simple piano melody by squeezing grapes and tapping tomatoes. Whatever next? My mind went into overdrive and I started thinking of assembling a fruit orchestra…

Part of the fun with using this kind of electronic toolkit, with fruit and salad as the input, is discovering something new about the world. In this instance, it got me thinking about how conductive different materials are – since this makes a difference to how well they act as input devices. I started off testing out plastic salad serving spoons but that was a clear no-no, whereas when I tried with the grapes I discovered they were very conductive. Apples were somewhere in between. It also led me to look into the fridge to see what else I could experiment with – cucumber, mustard, falafels, cheese, bread, chocolate… so many possibilities. Not only does Makey Makey make you think creatively it also helps you begin to understand some of the principles behind basic electronics.

(I know the video is amateur but it was tricky holding my phone camera, the earth wire and playing the fruit all at the same time.)

I’ve been looking recently at how others have been embedding technology into everyday objects. One of the latest trends is fashion. While, wearable computing has been around for several years, new and affordable electronic materials, such as LEDs, thermoconductive paints, longer life batteries and so on, are providing a richer palette for fashion designers to work with. One start-up ‘fashion and technology’ company called Studio XO, are leading the way. They have been creating and engineering interactive clothing that is stunning to look at and marvelous to wonder about the techno-gubbins behind it. Last month when I was in London, I went to a talk given by the co-founders, Nancy Tilbury and Ben Males, in the very fashionable Soho House club. It was packed to the rafters with fashionista and technology hipsters from all over London – standing room only.

Nancy and Ben were interviewed in a Q&A format by some cool dude who worked for crane.tv (an online video magazine for contemporary culture). After showing a short video they had made, they talked about their ideas and demonstrated their digital mermaid bra designed especially for Azealia Banks Fantasea Tour. It was studded with hundreds of blue and clear crystals interwoven with LEDs, which diffracted light among the crystals, animating them in time to music that was controlled by a pre-programmed circuit. Quite stunning. They also showed a Sneaker shoe they had embedded with various electronics, including a small LCD on the tongue that displayed an animated Puma running across it and various other LEDs in the sole and heal that lit up, depending on what the shoe sensed and did. Many of their designs are one-offs customized for rock bands and popstars. What they are now trying to do now is work out how to move on from one-off commissions to the mainstream clothing market.
Studio XO LED trainers At the end of their interview with crane.tv the audience, strangely, were baying for their blood. “How is it fashion? How is it different from Christmas tree lights?” one member asked? Another wanted to know why they were not creating more down-to-earth, health-related clothing that could improve the lives of millions of people, such as vests that could fend off mosquitos, thereby reducing malaria in Africa. Another wanted a suit that would grow with his expanding waistline and change to match his clothing needs rather than twinkle to reflect his emotions and moods. Others wanted more sustainable and durable clothing. Still others could not see how this kind of fashion technology could become mainstream, H&M clothing. Who would pay the extra for gear, that displayed digital content, other than a few trendy night clubbers?

Nancy and Ben, I thought, had a really tough time under the London fashion spotlights but defended their patch and position very well. I also thought their creations were highly original, pushing the envelope of fashion and technology in innovative ways, and, importantly, were a real pleasure to look at. Aesthetics still plays a vital role. Having digital content appear in various forms on your clothing in ways that the wearer can upload and control offers much potential for individual creativity and personal style. Maybe I am naïve, but I can see their push into mainstream fashion taking off … if only others could be less cynical.

I’ve also recently been exploring how technology can play a role in enhancing the dining experience. Similar arguments surface. We ran a workshop at the end of last year at the John Salt restaurant – that Ben Spalding was the resident chef at the time, experimenting with his creative and quirky pop-up dining experience. The questions raised at our workshop were many, but included does augmenting food with digital technology, such as lights, sounds and other media enhance the eating experience or does it serve simply to titillate? Moreover, might it distract and even get in the way of the enjoyment of eating? What does new technology, in its various guises, add that other ways of contextualizing the eating experience (choosing the seating, the cutlery, the lighting, the colour, the music, etc…) can’t already do. Is it just another gimmick? Or are we onto something quite new?

it seems there is a fine line between fad and fun when it comes to fashion and food. But there is much to be gained working out how best to mix technology with everyday materials to make the combination valuable, pleasurable and worthwhile.

Wising Up

I have been thinking a lot recently about how we deal with getting older. A few of us just slip into it; many of us do our utmost to keep young, whilst others live in fear of what ageing holds. I remember vividly a poignant moment when my mother, then in her early eighties, looked me in the eye and said sternly ‘don’t grow old’. She didn’t say why but I understood.

Last week I visited Peter Jenks MFA show at the Michaelis School of Fine Arts in Cape Town where he questions the topic of ‘old’ age (defined as those in their 70s, 80s and 90s) by contrasting the realities of growing older with the entrenched attitudes to ageing in society. He chose to deal with this topic by making art that pits these two perspectives against each other. On the one hand, his work deals with the stigma and negative images of ageism, and on the other, the conditions and joys of growing older and wiser.

What stood out for me, as I looked at and heard him talk about the pieces he had assembled for his installation was his desire to learn a whole set of new technological skills (such as 3D laser printers, manufacturing technologies and CAD) at the age of 69. The resultant larger than life pieces that he was able to make through using them, coupled with him learning them late on in his life, emphasized the tensions between ageing and ageism in a dialectical comfortable-uncomfortable way. Very clever.

But there was something else that struck me, even more than his mastering the technological challenges and putting them to creative use. Not only did he craft the striking pieces, all by himself, by using the new skills and technologies, but also he demonstrated and taught the younger students on his course how to use them, showing them what possibilities they afforded to create quite different objects, artefacts and artworks. His joy at being able to share with others much younger than himself a new skill was truly inspirational.

The other night I went to a dinner party where everyone was 10-20 years older than me. They all appeared to be comfortable in their skin, regaling anecdotes, chuckling about political corruption, talking about their dreams, accomplishments and aspirations while all the time knocking back copious amounts of wine. One, a teacher, having returned/retired to Cape Town after working for many years in the UK, talked of her desire to help improve the educational system in South Africa. She, like many other retired folk – ranging from teachers, nurses, doctors, chefs to accountants – still have so much they want to do in life and give to society.

The question is how?

There is a website called The Amazings that offers “classes, courses and wisdom from elders with amazing life experience”. Paul will teach you wood turning, Laura corset making and Dot knitting using a loom. They are all over 50 (that is not old!), “a band of men and women fighting against the idea that older people should go quietly towards the dying of the light.” All great stuff.

But I want to do something a bit different. Part of what I plan to do this year, as part of my dream fellowship, is run workshops with older people who are active in their communities (such as the U3A – University of the Third Age) and have an interest in technology. My idea is to set up a series of whiz-domes, where older people come along for a day or two to learn and experiment with an easy-to-use technology toolkit for a particular theme, such as food, safety, learning or freindship. The hope is that this combination can galvanize them into thinking creatively and constructively, in ways they can share their knowledge, concerns and joys. The idea is to provide them with new opportunities and to see what they might conjure up. My prediction is that older people will engage with these kinds of toolkits in ways that are quite different from how kids or students would, by tapping into their wisdom. Possibly even more creative.

makeymakey

The toolkit I plan to use is MaKey MaKey, which turns everyday objects into touchpads. In a nutshell, it is a “simple Inventive Kit for anyone interested in art, engineering, and everything in between.” An example of what you can make with it is the banana piano – instead of using the computer keyboard buttons to play the piano, you hook up the MaKey MaKey to some bananas, and the bananas become the piano keys.

One of the blurbs on the home page says, “my four-year-old daughter has managed to connect the kit”. Just imagine what another eighty years of wisdom might do.

Learn Online

During the summer, my second cousin who was 13 at the time, came over to visit from Germany. On his second day, he picked up my acoustic guitar and found it sounded out of tune. What comes naturally to him is to know where to look to fix problems, by watching others on his iPhone. In an instant, he had a YouTube video showing how to tune a guitar. After balancing his iPhone on his knee, he switched his attention to the real guitar and located the D string. He began twisting the peg it was attached to, to wind up the string. I could hear it in the background ‘do, do du, du, de de, da da, din din’ and then an almighty ‘ping!’ The string had snapped in dramatic fashion. He looked up in surprise and then over to me rather sheepishly. The video had not warned that winding a string too far could cause it to snap.

I subsequently looked at some of the YouTube videos demonstrating how to tune a guitar. There are hundreds. But not one of them mentioned the danger of turning a peg too far. Instead, they all focus on the best way to learn; which is to develop your ear to hear the notes of the six strings. One nice chap provided a mnemonic for remembering the sequencing and notes of the six strings “Eddie Ate Dynamite, Good Bye Eddie.” Befitting, I thought, as the string that pinged was the D – dynamite string.

What always surprises me is just how many people watch YouTube videos. For the ones I looked at, there was a staggering number of between 1 and 3 million views for each. Looking up on the internet how to do something is second nature for my cousin and his generation, whether it is how to bake a cake, use a software app, or change a plug. The trouble – as we saw with the tuning a guitar videos – is that they do not give the full story. They can explain a phenomenon and tell you what best practice is. They can make a skill seem easy to learn, when someone else is showing what to do in front of the camera, but they cannot convey the whole story. Tuning a guitar string is a visceral experience; besides listening to the sound it makes you need to know how taut it is so you know when to stop before it snaps. The same with many other physical activities. It is one thing to watch someone make mayonnaise, remove the flesh from a lobster or change a car tyre; it is another to feel the texture, resistance, lumpiness, etc., of what is being cooked or changed. One might think one has understood what is being shown but enacting it oneself is a different story.

But online courses that are designed with the student in mind, based on sound pedagogical theory, can be very effective at imparting knowledge – as anyone who has followed an OU course knows. During the last year, we have witnessed the rise of the MOOCs movement (massive, open online courses). Most notable, is the American online site, Coursera, which has grown exponentially. It now boasts 1,993,235 students who have taken one of their 207 free online courses that range from Neural Networks for Machine Learning to “Contraception: Choices, Culture and Consequences.” It was launched earlier this year by computer science professors Andrew Ng and Daphne Koller with four top US university partners – Stanford, Michigan, Penn, and Princeton. It now has 33 partner universities, worldwide. How have they managed that in such a short period of time? Simple. The site is highly professional with top professors delivering short courses for nothing. It also provides a platform that just about any university can use. The descriptions of the courses and instructors are also very appealing. They run for 5-8 weeks and don’t require more than a few hours study each week. Even I was tempted to sign up to one of the courses.

The massive online learning experience is also starting to happen from a grassroots level in the UK. On the BBC website today was a report about a new photography online course that has been hugely successful. The university-based course run by Jonathan Worth and Matt Johnston in an old cinema in Coventry, is attracting as many as 35,000 students for each session. That is enormous – even by the Open University standards, which prides itself on teaching openly to large swathes of students, irrespective of their age, background or education (The OU needs to watch out if it wants to stay ahead of the online learning game).

Once a week, some of the 35,000 traipse over to the cinema to take part. But most log on via the Internet from all over the world. They join in a discussion about what a 21st Century photographer is. The tools they use to talk to each other are the ones that everyone uses now: twitter and blogs. What is really attractive about the class is that it sometimes draws big names in the world of photography to the online forum. So, an anonymous dude in Sri Lanka could end up having a conversation with one of the greatest living photographers in the UK. How exciting is that prospect? It is a bit like bumping into a famous person on a train but with the potential of having a more enriched experience than simply oggling and snapping a hurried photo. You’re guaranteed someone well known will be in the class but you never know who else might show up or whose words might be retweeted and commented on by lots of other people. Since we all crave recognition and appreciation of our ideas in public it is a perfect venue.

Rather poignantly, one of the tutors, Jonathan Worth (a former professional photographer) is quoted as saying “I realised the real thing of value was not the knowledge but the learning experience. The message of that experience is amplified by opening it up – hence the success of the open classes.”

Millions, too, watch Ted talks and are inspired. Webinairs have also become popular in industry. And what with millions now following Brian Cox’s every word, online is the place to learn – provided you can put it in to practice.

Compulsory Camera

Sitting in a cab on my way home the other week on a wet dark evening I noticed a very small TV screen, adjacent to the driver’s rearview mirror, streaming live video of me sitting there. It was rather disconcerting looking at myself in a miniature digital mirror – with no recourse to turn it off or move out of its lens. The same thing happened a few nights later when I hopped into another taxi – only the camera was wide angled in a way to get both me and the taxi driver on the screen, as if we appeared to be sitting next to each other. Even more disturbing.


An ad for an all inclusive CCTV system on eBay.

I asked both drivers why they were using them. They replied that it was the law now, whenever you applied to renew your license from Brighton and Hove council. Each unit cost upwards of £500 and the data is recorded onto a hard drive located in the car boot. If an incident happens the driver can send the hard drive to a company who for £12 a pot, will retrieve the requested incident. This footage can be used in a court as evidence. The reason why many taxi drivers have not complained about the extra cost or new law, is to protect themselves from what appears to be increasing numbers of non-paying customers and violent drunks:

“Taxi driver head butted and bitten in attack shows why CCTV Cameras are crucial for our safety and security!”

I wonder if they would feel the same, if the tables were turned, and the value levelled at the taxi CCTVs was considered for the customer’s safety, where it could be used as potential evidence against them – from assault to racist comments. Maybe next someone will suggest they become compulsory for all company cars, cabinet minister’s cars, police cars even and on and on.

We have all gotten used to CCTV cameras being everywhere – in our shopping malls, buses, trains, roadsides, car parks, railway concourses, homes, traffic lights, bridges, schools, universities. Somehow the public location of these make them appear distant and hence more acceptable. The ones I saw in the taxis were far closer making them less acceptable. Tiny cameras poking their noses at you in the dark – trapped in the headlights so to speak – not able to walk away from their prying eyes, which is why it is such an uncomfortable experience. What makes it worse, is that often the drivers have a big infra-red illuminator next to the camera so as to make the image clearer in the dark. Lots of red glowing beads pointing at you encased in a big lamp. And no doubt there is a discreetly placed mic in the back seat or roof of the car tuned into record the conversations taking place – which I am sure MI5 would be very happy to get their hands on and mine for interesting topics.

I always thought paying for a taxi to drive you to a destination of your choice was a private transaction. This latest ‘safety measure’ clearly contravenes that expectation. Whatever next?

Kids no doubt love the in-car CCTV, entertaining themselves by making faces and mooning, and turning it into their very own Big Brother show. But I could not help thinking how uncomfortable it would be for amours on noticing themselves being recorded on camera for evermore. Canoodling viewed on technicolour CCTV digital is very different from an occasional glance in rear mirror shadow. Many a relationship has begun in the back of a taxi; the intimacy affords brushing of legs and sitting closely leading to that first kiss. For others, it might make them wonder if 1984 had finally arrived.

The mark has been overstepped. How does Brighton and Hove Council, along with several other councils who have followed suit, think it perfectly legitimate to legislate such an invasion of privacy? Laura Macphee has also written about this invasion of privacy in the Guardian for Oxford (The photo at the top is from her article).

Art for Art’s Sake

The president and Council of the Royal Academy sent me a posh invitation the other week, requesting the pleasure of my company today at the “RA Now Auction”, starting at 11.30 a.m. with a champagne brunch at Sotheby’s. How swanky is that? The paintings to be auctioned were from top-dollar Royal Academicians and Honorary Royal Academicians, including the likes of David Hockney, Barbara Rae, Anish Kapoor and Zaha Hadid. Some of my favourite artists and architects. It was bound to attract a huge crowd. Much to my disappointment, however, I was unable to accept as I had a prior work engagement.

I’ve been to Sotheby’s once before when R and I just went in one day as we were walking past. A live auction was going on where eloquent Chinoiserie vases and other fine oriental knick-knacks were being bid for. We were gripped by the spectacle, watching the poker buyer’s faces, as they subtly raised their hands in a dance, choreographed by the high-pitched, high-octane performing auctioneer on the podium at the front of the room. Just imagine if I had gone today and raised my hand a few too many times for a Hockney with a glass of bubbly in the other. I dare not think but dream on…

Buying art online from relatively unknown artists is more my line. You can make their day by sending 30-50 dollars for a small piece. One such artist that caught my eye first on Flickr was Harry Stooshinoff – I ended up buying some of his work on a site called etsy. The web is flooded now with such online art sites. Virtual hanging of one’s portfolio on a website, like Flickr, is what any savvy art student or amateur artist does as de rigueur. The trick is deciding which images of your work to upload, how many to include and where to place them on the page; always thinking of how to capture the eye and short attention span of the online viewer (it is so easy to flick through the myriads of art streams). Then you need to know how to promote and push yourself without being too in your face or shameless. How often do you tweet or Facebook your latest? Which people do you email or text personally? How many other like-minded artists do you click on to show your appreciation in the hope they will reciprocate and increase your popularity in the likes and stars leagues? The nuances and etiquette of self-promotion online are for just evolving.

One cool site I visited has turned homemade art into a merchandise business. Society6.com lets you frame your work as prints, or on t-shirts, hoodies, iPhone cases, tote bags, skins and cards – all at very affordable prices. You make it look good by selecting the right colour backgrounds, and you never know, you might just nudge someone into buying one. R, with tag name Beauxtanic, has just put his up for sale in a variety of styles (see below for the hoodie collection). If your work starts selling, it might just transform into hot cakes, and then one day you may reach the giddy heights of Andy Warhol mass production status. Or your throw of the die may mean that it is only your mum that buys your mug for Christmas.

Personalized mugs, t-shirts, key-rings, etc., have been around for a long time. People send a photo to a company who then prints it on the artifact of their choice. Society6’s business model does the same but you send in your art. A possible outcome is that potentially anyone can suddenly become popular through viral t-shirts. Instead of the ironic slogan t-shirts that are currently fashionable wouldn’t the world be a different place if you suddenly saw someone walking about town wearing a t-shirt with a painting your boy has created. If only buying and displaying art in this way would take off – the world would be a lot brighter!

Meanwhile endorsing people on Linkedin seems all the rage. I keep getting emails from people I’ve not heard from for a long time saying they have endorsed me for my skills and expertise. Yikes! Am I supposed to reciprocate?

Mobile Panic


“I love technology!” exclaimed a sprightly 74 year-old lady who was sitting next to me on a flight to Seattle. She had many a twinkle in her eye; sitting with a drink in one hand and reading from her Kindle in the other. From then on in we chatted merrily about her trip to the US and how ageing is in the body and not in the mind. She was fascinated with technological innovation and has been a Twitter, iPhone, Skype and Facebook user for years. As soon as there is a new app or device out she wants it. It would not have surprised me to see her in one of the long snakes at an Apple store last Friday when the new iPhone 5 was released. It made me think again how we really need to adjust our assumptions and prejudices about the ageing population and what ‘older people’ want.

But not all novel technological developments hit the spot – whatever age you are – especially if they are driven by system efficiency and tree-saving rhetoric rather than creature comfort or cognitive amplification. The latest app that is guilty of this is the mobile boarding pass.

Mobile boarding passes have been around for a couple of years now but I – like many others – have chosen to stick with the tried and tested ways of printing them out at home or at a check-in machine at the airport. The reason being is that I can think of too many things that can go wrong – not least the phone battery running out of juice. I get very anxious flying and so try to avoid unnecessary risks that might increase my fear.

Last week when I was flying back with United from Portland to Seattle I was sent an email with a URL to my mobile boarding pass. Not having access to a printer on the return trip I decided to try it out. The email message was inviting:

“Select a link below to display your mobile boarding document on the screen of your mobile device. Scroll down to the barcode, and then scan the barcode at security checkpoints and at the gate to board your flight(s). Printed versions of mobile boarding documents will not be accepted.

Mobile boarding document links:
Mobile boarding document for flight UA5423 from Portland, OR – Portland, OR (PDX) to Seattle, WA – Seattle/Tacoma (SEA)

For YVONNEDR ROGERS
https://mobile.united.com/CheckIn/MobileCheckInShortCut?txtInput=FKJFC9&eBP=1&origin=GHFYfXVuK3Ml6vF6iLV1abpOD4padh0J”

I clicked on the link in the hotel before we left and it took me straight to the boarding pass. It was really easy and I did not think about it again until we got to security. Then suddenly, I remembered I did not have a print out pass and started fumbling with my iPhone to bring up the mobile pass. The wi-fi took ages coming up and I started fretting. When it did show up I then needed to scroll through the long regulations page to confirm I was happy with the terms and conditions. The page is not designed for mobile phones and requires stretching it to make the tiny accept button big enough for a fat finger to press. More fiddling and fretting. Eventually, I was able to get to my mobile boarding pass and placed my iPhone on the security reader. Trouble was as I moved my iPhone from its portrait view when held in my hand to the scanner the phone’s accelerometer decided I wanted to look at the page in landscape mode and in doing so obscured half the QR code. Not very clever, I thought. The machine barked at me and stayed red. More fiddling to switch it back to portrait view.

When I finally got through (the passengers behind me had started sighing) I was mightily relieved and so went to have some lunch. I put my phone away not thinking. But then at the security check at the gate the same thing happened again. Only this time I could not get the wi-fi to work. I really started to panic. What if they would not let me on the plane as I had no proof. If only I had that paper print out… I waited and waited for the pie-chart icon to appear at the top of my phone, cursing. Finally, it appeared; but then I had to go through the same rigmarole of accepting the terms and conditions of the airport free wi-fi. Then the portrait went to landscape mode and the QR code was not readable. More sighing behind me. More fuming inside me.

Once through, I kept my phone awake by shaking it so that when I finally stepped onto the plane the web page with my boarding pass on it would still be showing. How stupid is that! But one resorts to desperate measures under duress. Once sat in my seat it then came to me in a flash. Why not simply use screen capture? And store it as a photo. At that point I really felt stupid.

At Heathrow T5 on the way out I noticed for the first time a Car Finder kiosk next to the car park payment machine. What a great idea I thought remembering the times I’ve forgotten where exactly I had parked my car. Turns out Siemens made the system and is very proud of its efforts. I asked my driver to put his parking ticket in to see where his car was parked. He obliged. We were both marveling at how the system knows which parking spot you are in when the machine asked for him to type in his car number plate. He balked at giving away this information. I probably would not remember mine especially with jetlag.

The system can work out which floor and roughly which section you are in – but not the actual parking place – based on the cameras it has throughout the car park by scanning your number plates. Not that clever yet if it can’t read the number plate that is printed on your parking ticket when entering the car park. Far smarter is the workaround my Intel colleague uses when he can’t find his car at the very large car park at his place of work – pressing his car alarm button on his car keys.

It got me thinking – what happens when you lose your parking ticket? Technology not designed to help there. Instead, they slap a hefty fine on you.

Top image copied from Alistair Donnell’s blog

Silly Siri


I love going on vacation out of season when the weather is still perfect and the town and hotels are only half-full of more discerning tourists; the bumper families who descend in July and August having returned to their routines of work and school. We’re staying in a beautiful quiet spot on the island of Hvar that has dreamy views and a very still warm Adriatic sea gently kissing the shores. Sun-loungers covered in bright orange mattresses deck the rocky tiers beside our private beach, dotted with spruces, pines and other exotic trees, providing shade and privacy. Nirvana.

The joy of floating and snorkeling in clear blue sea and then drying in milky warm sun takes over as we let our bodies relax. So, too, do our minds empty. Stress-inducing, incessant work email is left on the plane. But our love and attachment to technology persists. Free Wi-Fi is pervasive, in our hotel, in the town, the bars, the restaurants and even at the beach on the sun loungers. We scan our friendly email, look at our twitter feeds and read the news – but only for the news and trends we want to catch up on.

On the first afternoon of our arrival I snapped with my iPhone one of our fellow guests slumbering, having quickly given up on her Kindle and succumbing to a change in her body rhythm. It lay inert in its place. At breakfast it popped up again. Everyone nowadays (even the retirees) has a Kindle, iPhone or iPad perched besides them at their table. They seem part of the furniture.

In the evening whilst having a sun-downer, A and I tried our voices at Siri, on our respective iPhones. We have previously both only ever had a fun time with him, showing him off to others who have not experienced asking him questions. Treat him like a fun app and you don’t get disappointed. He becomes the topic of conversation – since he always ends up misunderstanding you or only ever being able to tell you the weather. And you nearly always end up swearing at your phone because you want to see if he understands that – we’re all childish at heart. We asked him last night – admittedly after a glass or two of wine – what ‘good morning’ was in Croatian. On cue, he replied that the weather in Zagreb was 18 degrees. We tried a few more times, speaking ever more slowly and loudly into our phones, as one does to a foreigner or a child who does not understand you. Each time, we ended up in fits of laughter, listening to ourselves asking a piece of technology to tell us what good morning was in another language. Imagine if we were trying this on the train to London in the morning, our fellow commuters would have throttled us before even nearing Hayward’s Heath.

When the waiter came by to ask if we wanted another drink we asked him what good morning was and he told us sweetly what to say. Sorry Siri – the human won effortlessly – but not nearly as much fun. Next morning at breakfast, we noticed paper sheets on our dining table overlaying the tablet cloth – listing all the key phrases a tourist needs to know in 5 languages. The irony made us chuckle heartily over our continental breakfasts.

While we were playing with Siri at the bar the night before, we kept switching over to the BBC Sports page, in order to keep updated on Andy Murray’s semi final against Tomas Berdych in the US Open Tennis championship. Every few minutes a new line of text would pop up, nudging the old score down. There is something very exciting about waiting in anticipation for it to appear and imagining the game play out in the way you want, instead of watching or listening to it unfold under its own volition. When you imagine right there is a tremendous sense of satisfaction. A whole different way of experiencing sport.

We’d caught a glimpse of the start of the match on the receptionist’s TV as we left for dinner, then again as we passed a bar in town. We saw that Andy had lost the first set and, so later, when we got back and read on our iPhones that the match was into its 4th set, we assumed that it was Tomas who was 2-1 up in a commanding position. The set ended with a tie-break and we saw ‘match point’ flash up followed a couple of minutes later by ‘match point saved’. It got very tense for us, not knowing when the next update would come or whether Andy had already been knocked out. Being Andy, we assumed the worst and were about to switch back to Silly Siri when a new line of text appeared ‘Murray through to final!’ Our excitement was palpable. And the joy at regaling how we had got our wires crossed about Murray was even more fun.

It is OK taking technology on holiday. Some frown and tut, thinking a complete break is what is needed. There is even a new craze called digital detox. On ‘one site, it proselytizes “disconnect from technology and reconnect with yourself. Recharge your mind, body and soul. The Digital Detox is a tech-free personal wellness retreat where attendees give up their smart-phones and gadgets in exchange for four days of serenity and bliss. Yoga, meditation, hiking, hot-springs, art/writing workshops, and healthy eating in a natural and tranquil environment help one gain balance, perspective and a piece of mind.”

To ‘disconnect to reconnect’ is an oxymoron to our ears. It is an integral, extended part of us now not an addiction. The trick is to switch your technology into holiday mode and use it to enhance and join in the fun. That is where Siri and Kindles can give so much pleasure. It is simple once one understands how to switch.

I am sitting on a terrace by myself, listening to the sea on one side and plates being cleared away in the distant dining room, using my laptop to write this – I have never enjoyed writing a blog entry so much. It is natural, tranquil, and bliss. And technology is ever present in its place. It would not be nearly as much fun without it.

Digital Strokes


The success of an artisan – be it an artist, wine-maker, chef, chocolate-maker or other hand-crafter – is increasingly being measured by their standing in social media. Many now retweet nice things others have tweeted or blogged about their work, through sifting the feeds for their unique hashtags. I typed in ‘cake making’ in Google and top of the list was a link to the ‘choccywoccydoodah’ site – a shop in Brighton that prides itself on unique and quirky style of cakes and chocolate. One fan, called Andy, had tweeted “Just had my first taste of @choccywoccyshop and honestly, that’s the best chocolate I’ve ever tasted. Wow.” Choccywoccy straight away retweeted it.

Others show their appreciation by ‘favouriting’ (sic) – clicking on the favorites icon represented by a small star next to a Tweet. Like Facebook, this kind of digital endorsing is second nature to the masses. Funnily enough, there are no ‘dislike’ or ‘crap’ icons. Validation of an artisan’s worth is all about positive vibes in numbers. Receive 20, 30 or even 1000s of favorites or likes and you feel like a winner.

I was looking at Booooooom.com just now, which is what every art student aspires to be recognized by and have their work uploaded to. When it was first launched back in 2008 by Jeff Hamada, it used to be easier to get noticed but not any more. It went viral quite quickly, largely through word and mouth and became one of the largest art blogs on the web. It now prides itself on having 3 million page views each month. It covers everything from art, film, photo, music, design, projects to misc. It describes itself as having a “soft spot for hand-made work by unknown people.”

In the old days of Brit-Art, having a visit from Charles Saatchi to your end of year show provided instant kudos. Now it seems that having your work showcased and favorited on Booooooom has become the gold standard of cool recognition. Understandably, the site has become terribly overcrowded with lots of artists all vying for eyeballs. It can be quite random or recent as to what the viewer looks at.

And of course the site is on Facebook and Twitter, so more thumbs up, retweeting and positive commenting. There are also a handful of old fashioned blurbs about it on the site, for example.

“There’s something about Jeff’s positivity in celebrating work that interests him, hoping to spark inspiration in others, that is both generous in spirit and refreshingly unpretentious.” – Here and Elsewhere

This kind of high-five, like, like, like, ever-so-nice, positive comments seem to be the order of the day. I looked at Sam Weber’s work first and Jeff’s comment was “A personal favourite of mine, really really fantastic stuff. I would love to see his colouring process.”

The acerbic and sharp comments of the likes of A.A. Gill and co are no longer what is followed in mainstream art that is purveyed online. I don’t mean to be cynical but at times I find the plethora of backslapping and thumbs up a tad anodyne. Who dares nowadays to put their reputation on the line when online? Whereas the paid-up professional critics (on the demise) often spend hours handcrafting pencil-sharp reviews, the unpaid Joe Public (on the rise) likes to indulge in nice digital strokes.

Dog Decisions

R and I went to Brighton and Hove’s Greyhound Stadium last night to experience the entertainment and excitement of watching greyhound dogs charge around the racecourse at top neck speed. I’ve not been for a long time but remember vividly the adrenalin rush of winning a few pounds on a 50 pence bet.

The first thing I noticed that was different was the technology. The woman at the turnstile explained that we needed to tap in our car number plate on the touch screen just inside as the shared car park with the Co-op store only allows for 2 hours parking. After that you get a parking ticket. But if you use their system you are exempt. Slick body-sized, walk-up kiosks awaited us. The punters all knew what to do and tapped their numbers in. I pondered over how the system worked; did the tapped in number plates stream onto the parking attendants’ mobile devices and did they scan all the number plates in the car park to match them up? It turns out it is all automated. The company who created the system uses Automatic Number Plate Recognition (ANPR) to monitor a car’s movements in the car park that then enables them to enforce parking fines to vehicle owners who exceed the two hours limit and who have not tapped in their number plates. They also provide detailed statistics of who visits each week. Big data, big brother? Slightly worrying, I thought.

But the biggest dilemma for us was the multitude of decisions we had to make, from where to sit, what to bet on and how to bet. To begin, we did not know whether to go upstairs or downstairs, sit near the bar or in the café, stay inside or stand outside. How do you decide what is a good spot to be in if you have not been before or for a long time? Should we watch it from above or at the side, digitally on a TV screen or for real? We scouted around and finally sat down at an empty table near the bar and close to a bank of Tote betting desks.

The next decision was who to bet on. We opened the scorecard booklets they had provided us with. R was anxious to know how it all worked. I bluffed my way to begin with and then fessed up to not really knowing what it was all about. We discovered there are many dimensions to measure a dog up against. R wanted to understand the logic, science and probabilities. I wanted to know what colour the dogs’ coats were, the name of the owners, and whether their names had a good sound to them.

We tried to read the small print on the Formlines. There are six lines of form; first is the length of the race (ours were all the standard 515 metres), then six lines showing how each dog has done over the last 6 races – how many runs, sectional time, position at bends, finishing position, distance won or beaten by, name of winning or beaten greyhound and venue, the name of the winners, the race winner’s time, comments on how they ran, race winner’s time, weight in kilos, going adjustment, trainer, grade of race, finishing time, whether a favourite or a trial and starting price. What a lot of facts to consider and then try to understand how they all interacted with each other. There was no way we could fathom out the influence of all of these on who was most likely to win – and yet millions do study the form week in week out before placing their bets.

Then you need to understand all the different kinds of bets you can place. To help us, on the second page is a guide to betting on the tote, showing 9 different ways, from a straight win to an ‘all ways trio’ (choose 3 numbers to finish 1st, 2nd or 3rd in any order). The easiest was placing a bet to win but the others sounded more enticing. Could you predict which of the 6 dogs would come in 1st, 2nd and 3rd, based on systematically running through all those stats and working it out? There were 10 races scheduled throughout the evening, the first at 19.30, the second at 19.46 and so on at regular intervals. So much to do.

R concocted his own mathematical formula that needed some computation. So I dug out my iPhone for him to use the calculator on. I was not sure what he was doing but it involved averaging one of the columns of numbers by another. I, in the meantime, tried to work out which kind of bet we should go for. In the end, I chose the most risky one with the chance of highest returns – the ‘straight trio’. Sounded like a nice name for a cocktail. R went for the safer ‘all ways trio.’ We then went over to the tote counter and gave the numbers of the traps the dogs we wanted to win and placed our bets.

We took off with our £1 bet tickets and went outside to the racetrack. It was quite empty so we got some great seats just near the finishing line and began soaking up the atmosphere. In front of us was a group of lads dressed up like the Blues Brothers, with the exception of one chap who was to be the groom, dressed in a wig, frilly ripped flowery dress and a L plate on his back. It was fun to watch them jostling. Next to them, stood a gaggle of young girls, towering and tottering on ridiculously high-healed stilettos. One confident blond who stood out from the rest was wearing a sausage-tight, white ‘t-skirt’ with spray-tanned long legs and arms sprouting out. I could not stop looking at her self-conscious body hovering in the evening light. She really was made up. I’d have placed my bet on her winning her race.

The first set of dogs then appeared with their owners and were paraded in front of us. I liked the one in the orange coat best and thought perhaps we should be betting on our gut instinct of what the dogs looked like rather than on their form. Some were nervous, frisky, curious, jumpy, others sleepy, timid and quiet; a few even stopped to have a poo – much to the amusement of the crowd.

R’s first heuristic did not work and my high-risk strategy also failed – but it was exhilarating to watch your nominated dogs and cheer their trap numbers. “Come on 5, come on 3, yes, yes…” Then we fell silent as we saw our numbered coats slip behind the rest.

After loosing again in the next two races we changed our strategy. Instead, we looked at the consistency of the dogs’ finishing times for the last six races. We also chose the single safe bet ‘to win’ rather than the first three dog permutation. I also prioritized my choice on the sound of the dog’s names. Our new tactic worked for race 4! A greyhound that looked a nice shade of grey and wore a white coat, called Pablos Antics came flying in (we chose the name because R is half Spanish).

The next race I had that willed feeling one can have when being superstitious. I just knew my dog would win. I chose one called Tidy Trouble. 5 of its last 6 finishing times were on the 30 seconds mark (making it consistent). I liked the name because I used to live in Tidy Street in Brighton and I liked the sound of it when conjoined with Trouble. Instead of going to the Tote windows I went to the men who stand by chalkboards next to the track and placed a fiver on him. The man who took my money looked me in the eye and said ‘here comes trouble’.

R chose Greycotte Grace – a name that did not do much for me but the stats did it for him. As the dogs were paraded in front of us we watched our respective dogs and commented on their demeanor. Mine was small, grey and sleepy. R’s was large, mottled and jumpy; more interested in sniffing the other dogs and people. Not a good omen for either of us. Still when the fluffy hare came racing around for the dogs to chase we could not help but get excited, cheering our dogs on to win. Mine was first out of the trap and kept its place right to the end. R’s never left 5th spot. But just as the dogs hurtled to the finishing line, number 5 caught up. It was a photo finish and we waited nervously for the crackling tannoy system to call out the number. When I heard ‘trap 1’, I leapt up for joy. Tidy Trouble had done it. I also had not realized that not only was Tidy Trouble an outsider but the odds were very favourable at 5/1. No-one else had given him a chance since he’d finished either last or second from last in his last six races. And to cap it, at the bottom of the page, the form guide had pointedly summed up the poor dog’s demise, “made to retrial after a heavy defeat, been in decline for a while now.” Luckily, I never saw that before I had made my decision.

The feeling of winning gives you a rush. I raced down to the front where the man said to me again ‘here comes trouble’ and handed me thirty quid. I grinned inanely.

Making a choice on gut feelings and one or two heuristics seems a good strategy. This idea has also become increasingly popular in contemporary psychological theorizing on decision-making. For example, Gerd Gigerenzer’s recent book ‘Gut Feelings’ talks about how relying on one or two fast and frugal rules of thumb rather than exhaustively weighing up all possible reasons is often a far more effective way of making a decision. The fewer dimensions one considers the less one is overwhelmed when making a choice. Finding or seeing the salient information that satisfies one or two core heuristics (in my case consistency of running time and the sound of the dog’s name) can be faster, more satisfying and less cognitively demanding, provided one takes the outcome – winning or losing – with a pinch of salt.

We left the greyhound stadium on a high and got home just in time to watch Team GB at the Olympic Stadium win a few more gold medals – the heroes of the night were Mo Farah, Jessica Ennis and Greg Rutherford. Tom Fordyce, the chief sports writer, for the Guardian captured the specialness, “there was a point in the Olympic Stadium on Saturday evening, at about 9.20pm, when you wanted to put the world on pause and just revel in it all for a moment before the next wonderful thing caught you round the chops.”

And just as well we left after my wonderful moment because my winning formula would have failed me in the next race – Vigorous Cheryl (a good Canadian friend of mine is called Cheryl) would have been my bet but she came in 5th. Gambling is so much about intuition, luck and superstition.

Sound City

Sometimes you find yourself being a tourist in your own city. Yesterday after work, I got caught up on the crowded Circle Line on my way to the Tate Modern, along with the hoards of Olympic Ceremony goers making their way to the Stadium. After I surfaced from London’s underground, I walked across the now affectionately called Wobbly Bridge, that was thronging with people from far flung places. We all found ourselves suddenly immersed in unexpected stereo sounds: single words and sentences booming from big speakers hanging over the bridge cables, resonating like a wall of deep sound.

Having gotten a little tired of our mayor, Boris, chirping all week his heartfelt recorded message ‘Get Ahead of the Games’ – on the buses, trains and in the station concourses – I found this unexpected 3D soundfield, suffused with our pattering feet, delightful. I discovered later that it was called Tales from the Bridge and created by Martyn Ware (founder of The Human League) in collaboration with the poet Mario Petrucci. Lines of poems and strings of local anecdotes about the life and times of London ran and rang alongside us as we strode forth across the Thames. They did not stream together as a coherent narrative but faded and overlapped, acting as emotive heart-string pullers. I was transported back to being much younger, vividly being reminded of special times when I had gone to see a Shakespeare play outdoors at Regent’s Park and a trip to the Museum of London. This jolting of childhood memories was a refreshing change, making me focus on the potency of words rather than having to navigate my way through the visual overload of garish Olympic mascots, banners and flags. From the accompanying website, it suggests it will “immerse the listener in an oasis of peace and contemplation, half-remembered dreams and thoughts, of meditation and learning.” Indeed, instead of worrying about something at work I drifted back in time.

I eventually met up with Rafael at the Tate where we stumbled into one of its latest installations located in the bowels of their massive oil tanks. The first darkened enclosed room we went into had just a hanging microphone that emanated with powerful 360 degree voices. Again, my ears were seduced by a singular form of audio art. I sat and just listened. Appreciating art through sound is ephemeral. But such momentariness triggers visceral emotions and memories in such a sharp shard way. I wanted to linger in the moment in quite different ways to being immersed when looking at visual art.

Back in the underground we heard several buskers, strumming and singing in the echoing tunnels. Again, it took me back in time to when I first heard those songs.

Such is the magic of a tune when walked into an unfamiliar context but very memorable time.

Hearing the city, augmented with mellifluous voices and sweet sounds, is such an arresting contrast to the “cha, chee, chee, cha, boo, booom” we hear so often and resent so much leaking out of our fellow commuter’s ear buds. While city dwellers enjoy their personal playlists reverberating through their inner worlds, serrendipitous street-shared sonics pervading our cities are, in my mind, infinitely more pleasurable for all.

“I’m not in love. So don’t forget it. It is just a silly phase I’m going through.
I’m not in love, no no, it’s because…”

10cc’s mid 1970s ethereal song reminds me of long gone summers. To top the day, I caught a snippet of it when walking past a store. And even now, it continues to hit a sweet spot: melancholic, romantic, and full of teenage-angst.

Google Art

The diversity of tools Google keeps churning out each year to help you search, check out and be nosey is mind-blowing. My early favourites were Google earth, Google image, and Google scholar. But recently I have been enjoying Google street view.

Like a lot of people, I love typing in a place I have lived in or visited before and letting Google transport me back there; then taking control to click and zoom through at street level looking at familiar places, houses and the cars parked outside them. Google street view displays stitched together images taken from a fleet of cars that have poles stuck on them with nine directional cameras.
While creating effective facsimilie 3D worlds, the roving medusa heads can sometimes throw up a few unexpected and quirky images. The front of a car can sometimes appear again in front of the whole car like a forward shadow. There was a craze last year, to collect funny, morbid or bizarre images that should not have been there, such as nude people, cyclists accidentally knocked over by other cars and pedestrians appearing twice but in different parts of the pavement of the same street.

The Montreal-based artist, Jon Rafman, collects screen captures of the never intended for public consumption incidents that have somehow slipped through Google’s screening software. The result is his ongoing series The Nine Eyes of Google Street View, part of which will be shown at the Saatchi Gallery later this month. There is something dreamy about many of the ones he has chosen to show on his website. No doubt we will be in for a treat when the show opens.

But in my mind, a far more creative use of Google street view to make art is Rafael’s appropriation which he stumbled upon during his forays and experimentations. To begin, he gets himself in the zone and comfortable with a glass of wine at hand and some good music playing in the background. Then he starts picking places in the US Midwest he knows, checking out the objects and detail in the neighbourhood or scenery. The technique involves a series of follow the street view arrow, create the circle and zoom to it. His trick is to capture part of this movement in interesting and distorted ways by using the combination of shift command and 3 keys. Then he collects a whole set of these and puts them on a flash drive, drives to Kinkos to get good quality prints made up of them. Then he looks at them and selects parts that he thinks will come together well. Then he draws a collage of a place made up of different perspectives and shapes. The one above is his drawing inspired by several images he screen captured in street view Bloomington, which he is familiar with both physically and digitally. It took me right back to the core of the Midwest experience. Menacing clouds in big skies matched by brooding big trees and melancholic bushes that grew in front of you on deserted wide streets where nothing much else happened. Nature’s force and a lack of human nature.

I had a go myself at capturing and distorting my street and although a bit tricky at first, quickly got the hang of it. I could understand the joy of his technique. The screen capturing pan over the digital terrain reminded me of using water colours, where part of the thrill is in not knowing quite what the paint will do and where it will go.

Last week when I was in the US, however, I got a little freaked out by Google. I was doing some research on people and noticed how the page of search results was full of images – typing in someone’s name can show immediately an annotated profile, with image, date of birth, place of school and whatever else. I know this stuff is readily available on Facebook, Wikipedia, LinkedIn, 123, Google scholar, image etc, but Google search now brings it all together for instant viewing as a digital footprint. I don’t know why it surprised me – maybe it was the immediacy of getting so much personal information about someone all on one page just by typing a few letters of their name. Here in the UK (google.co.uk), we don’t have that facility yet. I am sure it wont be long, but you can see what it looks like by using the Google Chrome browser and typing in google.com/ncr.

Twitter Treat

I have been talking to a number of people recently about their use of Twitter. There are different leagues of followers. Most stay in the lower hundreds. And many just put a toe in the water remaining in the lower tens. But there are increasingly those who make the thousands. Then there is the über league: the famous, the attractive and those who have become a cult through Twitter: up in the hundreds of thousands and millions. Justin Bieber has just under 24 million followers. Every time he tweets about his latest song or album (and he has tweeted over 16,000 times) potentially 24 million fans read it. That is a lot of the world’s eyeballs. The mind boggles at what Justin feels every time he fires off a tweet. Jesus comes to mind.

We live in a world of followers, favourites and thumbs up. Screes of strangers, all reading the thoughts of each other, criss-crossing the globe. In just a few years, Twitter has seeped into the lives of the masses, taking over from Facebook, as the social media of choice. There is something reassuring and compelling about having a constant stream of tweets, with their accompanying face profiles, ticker tapering down your mobile or laptop screen. You are in the thick of the buzz. It is free, witty, risqué, ever changing and addictive. One of my colleagues, who spends a lot of time actively participating in the latest online milieu, exclaimed how, if needs be, he could do without Facebook but not Twitter. It has become his lifeline; his way of keeping up and in with the world of academia, politics, family, gossip and everything else. He has tweeted 932 times, has 808 followers and follows 86.

I checked up on a few more of our mutual colleagues and was surprised to see how many were in the 1000s league of followers and followed. Were they all following each other and did they get their students to sign up as par of the course? I can’t imagine having 100s let alone 1000s of people interested in my thoughts each day. I looked up Brian Cox (44 years old, OBE) – and he has become our academic Twitter poster boy (nearly 1 million followers).

The number of followers to followed is rarely symmetrical. It seems we like to be followed more than following others. I wonder how much people care about their stats and when the 1000th follower comes along they get a rush. Then there is Twitter analytics that allows users to “see a plethora of data about their account; for example, information about which tweets are most successful, which tweets caused people to unfollow, and who the most influential users are that reply and retweet their messages.” Is there no end to it…

I asked some of my friends – in their 20s – who they decide to follow and who follows them. What they all have in common is a list of funny people, like Stephen Fry (12,245 tweets, 52,080 following, 4,770,994 followers) and Ricky Gervais (2363 tweets, 49 following, 2,565,807 followers) – thinking they will be drip-fed more of the funny stuff. But funnily enough they’re often rather disappointing since the pros – for obvious reasons – keep their best gags to themselves. A savvy chef I have got to know (5761 tweets; 649 following, 2774 followers) was telling me how he used to put much more out their about himself and his family but now is very professional about what he tweets or retweets – only passing on information about new restaurants, or needing a chef, latest cooking, equipment, new gigs, and what is in the news, such as a jibe about John Terry, etc. Nothing critical, personal or special – in case it suddenly goes viral. You don’t want to put your career on the line because of one impulsive moment. For others, it has become a community board.

Then I randomly landed on some young kid’s twitter feed, whose name was made up all of symbols. His tweets were full of expletives, slang and sex – a wholly different world to the others. His tagline was “A young teen from Brooklyn tryna make a life in VA like my lovely ACE.”

So where is the fun in wiling away the minutes, for some hours, each day on Twitter? For the artisan and the academic – the chef, musician, stand up comic, etc., it has become integral to their working lives, enabling them to continue to be successful and ahead of the game. Keep tweeting and you remain foremost in people’s minds – popping up in their list for the next big party, event, review, conference, etc. For the teens it is a world of racy rap and thrill.

Another friend said he gets a kick out of it when a famous or rich or seemingly big person tweets him back. Sometimes, he will do a random click on a bunch of the followers of Ricky Gervais just to see what happens. And just last week a man who appeared wealthy and said he was into space research had picked up on his tweet on travelling in space and tweeted back.

But perhaps the funniest thing about Twitter is the number of imposters there are. Twitter now provides its aqua blue tick icon as a way of letting you know who is the genuine person amongst the pretenders. But for the uninitiated you could end up being duped. When I started following Wayne Rooney there were several candidates to choose from – and I chose the one with the most followers. Then I had one of those uncanny coincidence experiences. Last week, while channel hopping after the footie, we ended up watching a few minutes of some soap called Benidorm. Two ladies were waiting at the bottom of a water slide for their loved ones to come down and the older one got talking to the other about Twitter. She started telling her about how you never know whether you are following the person you think it is. And, it can be more fun following the person who is impersonating rather than the real one because they are often funnier. I was reminded of one of my classmates, who used to do a wicked Tommy Cooper impersonation all the time, when we were in our early teens, and had the class in stitches because he was much funnier doing the ’just like that’ gag than Tommy Cooper was being Tommy Cooper. And now he is a famous actor with 25,952 followers. That is if it is the real Bradley Walsh.

Special Ones

“Knowledge is when you know a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is when you don’t put it in the fruit salad”.

Debre, an interaction designer here in Cape Town, emailed me this last week – which her brother had passed onto her. I thought it captured the difference between the two very succinctly. But what does it take to know how to have and impart wisdom? The more I read about wisdom and the more creative people I meet, the more I realize that it is about being special in some way, knowing that and knowing how to share that.

How do you know when someone is special?

The first person I met on my dream fellowship, when I set off to New York in early February, was Jerry Bruner, who is now a sprightly 96 year old, brimming with wisdom and love. He is very special, having spent his life acquiring wisdom and sharing it. I flew especially to New York to see him – it had been several years since I last saw him. He invited me over for lunch to his enormous loft apartment in Manhatten. As I walked in, I heard myself chirping away from his wee computer. He’d started playing the YouTube video of my dream fellowship, sometime before I arrived, but because the bandwidth for his network connection was so slow it had not downloaded properly. It was still streaming like treacle through a funnel, intermittently playing for 3 to 4 seconds, and then stalling for several minutes before stuttering a few more words. 7 minutes was being stretched into 3 hours!

Jerry sat down in front of his computer and invited me to sit opposite him in a chair. I obliged but it felt surreal to be in doppelganger mode. As we chatted, I found myself being echoed from his computer. Switching from the here and now to the now and here was disconcerting for me. Jerry, on the other hand, found it quite funny. Eventually (we were about 3 minutes into the video and an hour into our conversation) we moved over to the dining area of his vast open plan place. Thankfully, the digital me started to fade. The real me helped prepare a simple lunch of salad, cheese and berries. We then opened a bottle of sparkling water. As we ate and drank the simple fare, we talked and talked. Much was shared; personal, political interspaced with reminiscing and playfulness.

I finally left late afternoon with much to savour. I walked slowly back to my hotel in Washington Square, a few blocks away, looking at the splendid high rise buildings surrounding me, reflecting on Jerry’s words of wisdom. It was not in the telling of what I must do, read or see in life, but in the giving to me of something special. It is hard to put a finger on exactly what it was. The pearls came through the conversation, not through any worldly advice.

I had been in the presence of a special one.

José Mourinho, Real Madrid’s coach, is known for being special but for very different reasons. He has just won La Liga, knocking the seemingly invincible Barcelona off their perch, having previously won the league title in Portugal, England and Italy. When he joined Chelsea in 2004 he said at his inaugural press conference, “Please don’t call me arrogant, but I’m European champion and I think I’m a special one.”

A stroke of genius, I thought at the time – and the name “The Special One” has stuck ever since; 8 years later it remains his moniker and rightly so. Besides being incredibly handsome, which makes most of us female supporters go weak at the knees, the Special One has that look, know how and ability to work out how to play the beautiful game in ways other managers (with the exception of Fabio and Alex) can only dream about. He is foremost a brilliant strategist, always 5 games ahead and 10 moves along – like a chess master – knowing how to position, psyche and play his team while unnerving his opponents. He meticulously does his homework each waking moment for his master plan using his wisdom and the knowledge. But he also uses technology very astutely to extend his thinking. For example, he externalises his plans far into the future, drawing and interacting with clever software that enables multiple tactical positions to be simulated for each game. And during each game, he scribbles down on-the-fly tactics, challenges and changes using a scruffy note pad that helps him make crucial decisions, when under immense pressure.

In the last couple of weeks, I have been working with an artist from the University of Cape Town, Johann van der Schijff, helping him interview local school kids and teachers about their experiences of being part of his latest art project called Community Punching Bags. It has been for him a very long, extensive and collaborative project, involving many children, teachers, leather makers, photographers and more.

I joined him late on in his project and curiosity has gotten the better of me. We’ve had several probing conversations about what it means for an artist to collaborate with others and to curate something that would not be possible without their participation. For many of us, the idea of collaborating with an artist usually conjures up producing or creating an artifact that the artist wants, such as Anthony Gormley’s ‘Field for the British Isle’ where he recruited lots of kids and their extended families from schools in Liverpool to help him make 40,000 cute terracotta clay figures as part of his immense installation. For Johann, the collaborative process entails asking specific people to do different things that they are skilled at or will push them beyond their comfort zones, that then becomes a central part of his curation – coming up with new designs, running workshops or cutting and stitching leather punching bags.

One comment that he made which struck me was how he can immediately see in the people he recruits who is special and who he wants to work with and push more. Being special to him involves being able to pick up quickly on what has to be done, having self discipline, listening and taking on board what other’s say, and then working it out on your own. In addition, there is always a look, a big smile and a sense of knowing. But to see specialness in others needs developing a level of self-awareness about one’s own specialness.

“People who are wise can interrupt, take a step back, and reframe … a lot of wisdom probably has to do with looking at a situation differently and reframing.”

I just read this in a book on Wisdom by the award-winning science writer, Stephen S. Hall, which is based on a phone call he had with another Stephen (Kosslyn) in 2008.

Special people know that. And anyone can become special provided that they …

External Minds

I was having a lovely daydream the other morning while sipping coffee at my local brasserie – that dreamily overlooks the mountains – when I suddenly found myself being drawn to the conversation going on between two guys at the adjacent table. One of them kept banging on about his son Murray. “Murray this, Murray that…” But it was not because Murray had done anything wrong; quite the opposite, he had become a saint.

The guy was very animated because Murray had changed beyond recognition since being introduced to a new learning method. What drew my attention was his description of Murray drawing on a chalkboard that they had put in his bedroom – that covered the whole side of one wall – with whatever was going on in his head. Instead of sitting terrified, clenching a book, whenever his mum or dad asked him questions about his maths homework that he was unable to answer (the guy enacted the mortifying scene grippingly), young Murray now runs upstairs and writes down what he had just read in a book or seen on the TV onto his chalkboard, using “mind maps, whatever, you know that kind of stuff”.

But it was not just this kind of externalizing that helped, it was also what he did in between his scribbling at the chalkboard. The guy by this time was even more bubbly: “Murray runs up to his bedroom, spends 10 minutes on his chalkboard, then runs around for 10 minutes or bounces a ball, and then goes back to his chalkboard and spends 10 minutes drawing again.”

The physical exercise was central. The chap was also on a roll and my ears pricked up more:

“His test results have gone up from being in the 50s and 60s to being in the 70s and 80s. His whole attitude has changed. He’s all left-brain (poor bastard, he gets that from me), but now he has changed completely. Only this morning he was up at 5.45 a.m. drawing on his wall… His mum and I don’t have to shout at him anymore – which never worked anyway. He just does it on his own. And we have changed, too. We no longer nag him “Murray have you done your maths? Murray have you done your homework?”.

And on and on he went. Just goes to show what a chalkboard and a bouncing ball can do to transform a previously dreaded experience into something that is enjoyable. I’ve always been fascinated with how externalizing one’s thoughts changes one’s thinking and the joy that comes from it. But combining it with running around and bouncing balls has enabled the lad to both embody and externalize, leading to his being proactive and excited by learning.

But it is not just learning that can benefit. Big whiteboards remain a pervasive and persistent technology in many walks of life. Ben, the chef I have got to know at Roganic, uses one in his kitchen to write down his half-baked ideas and notes that inspire his new dishes; Adam, the brilliant wine maker we met in Stellenbosch, has a very large one in his wine farm which he constantly consults to remember what state his fermenting wines are in, and which to mix with which. The large diagram of his cellars provide an external and shared resource that extends his mind and offers cues for inspiration.

Marble Marvel

Part of my dream fellowship is to open my eyes to new possibilities. So when I was invited by my host Gary and his friend Andrew to watch the Chinese Grand Prix with them last Sunday evening, I accepted without reservation. I’ve never had any real interest in Formula 1 before, except listening to the occasional news snippet about Jenson Button winning or Michael Schumacher returning after his retirement. Andrew and Gary, on the other hand, are both hooked on it – and have been since growing up with it – following every race and anticipating what will happen at the next one. During the race, like millions of others worldwide, they enter the F1 zone, gripped by the fate and fortune of the drivers, as the breathtaking action unfolds.

G gave me a little booklet about this season’s teams and drivers, as we were waiting for A to arrive, so I could at least become familiarized with the basics. As I flicked through the pages of handsome chaps and cars, he patiently answered a few of my rookie questions about which team Jenson and Lewis were in, what the sponsor names were of all the teams, how much it cost each year for them to take part and so on. I then found myself looking at a page of tyres and noticed there were six kinds, all lined up in a row with different coloured lines around them, reminding me of licorice allsorts. They are used for different conditions and stages of the race. There are 4 dry-weather ones: super soft (red), soft (yellow), medium (white) and hard (silver) and two wet-weather ones, which have different treads on them, an intermediate and a full-on heavy rain one. The treads help to expel the water on the track when racing in the rain. Apparently, the patterns of the wet tyre treads are mathematically designed to ‘scrub’ the maximum amount of water from the racing track surface in order to get the best possible contact of the tyre and to prevent aqua-planning.

The tyres, I quickly discovered, play a central part in the race but can be highly variable, all of which adds to the excitement. Gary filled me in on more fascinating factoids and I found myself gripped by tyre talk. Geeky or what? All the cars have to use the same Pirelli ones now so there is no unfair advantage. But the drivers have to use both soft and hard during the race and a key team decision is choosing which one to start with. The skill and luck is in selecting the right one at the right time. Use the soft ones first and you could loose ground. Use the hard ones first and you might burn out too quickly.

Instead of air the tyres are filled with nitrogen – this helps them to keep their shape when they get very hot as the cars zip round the circuit and also helps to keep their pressure just so. However, the downside of driving at extremely fast speeds for nearly two hours is that the tyres wear out quickly. Bits of rubber start to ping off the tyres, especially when the drivers are cornering, and trails of rubber debris can be seen accumulating all around the track. These tyre shreds are affectionately known as ‘marbles’. How cute is that?

Eventually, the tyres, if continually driven at very fast speeds, will blow or lock. They are designed to last for a maximum of 200 km and so the drivers have to make at least 2 pit stops to change them. Each pit stop obviously takes them out of the race temporarily and so at best, adds 20-30 seconds to their time. The longer they keep driving the tyres the more they keep in the race, but the less grip they have, and the more risk that they will lock or blow. Cut your loses early on and you could gain later on. But it depends on where you are relative to the other drivers, as to the pros and cons. The juggle is whether to change 2 or 3 times, early or late, soft or hard. Each involves different risks and pay-offs. There lies the thrill, deciding which one and when.

We settled in front of the big TV screen and the flag went up. Vroom vroom. The boys got straight into it, watching and commenting on the race, seeing things I didn’t even notice, such as which driver was in front, behind, in the middle, who had just overtaken whom, whether they were in the DRS zone where they can really accelerate, and so on. It was all a bit of a blur for me. Their eyes were on split second detail and mine were on the gestalt. But gradually, I started to see things a little more clearly and by the end of the race, I almost kept up with G and A’s octane talk as the race for second place hotted up. I even piped in a squeak or two – noticing one or two minor details.

The most fascinating part of the race for me was the pit stop. It seems that a race can be won and lost in the pits. Each team has to time their driver’s pit stops strategically to the moment, to try to ensure they minimize lost time on the track while maximizing the opportunities to overtake the cars in front using fresh tyres. It is a time when men and machines have to work in close unison, to perform a “precisely timed, millimetre perfect choreography”. You can’t but marvel at the team’s highly focused attention that ideally takes place during a 2-3 second window when all 4 tyres are switched in sync. 3 mechanics look after each wheel: the first takes off the single nut with an airgun, the second removes the tyre, and the third replaces it with a new tyre and then the first places the nut back on again and then tightens it up, using the airgun.

I watched my first pit stop tyre change in awe. Grown men, in lurid green and white jumpsuits sprung into action: machines pounding, wheels vanishing and arms flapping. I was not sure where to look at first as so much was going on. After watching a few more, I trained my eyes to focus on the action around one wheel and then glance momentarily at the other ends of the car and finally on the moves of the lollipop man (!) stationed at the front of the car. The affectionately called lollipop man refers to the shape of the long sign he holds in front of the car to signal to the driver where to stop and when to start. Just like the marbles – another, sweet naming touch. Men can be boys, too.

Clearly, there is a lot more going on during a pit stop than one pair of eyes can see. Awareness of what each is doing in fast motion is key. One slight fumbling and you blow it for the whole team and millions of dollars literally fly out the window. This happened early on to Michael Schumacher when we were watching the race in Shanghai. One poor soul hadn’t screwed the nut back on properly before the lollipop man had moved his shield, signaling to Michael to accelerate. The mechanic waved his hand somewhat limply to signal all was not well but he knew by then, it was too late. Michael had vanished in a roaring puff back onto the track, all the while his left front wheel wobbling. Too late…Within 5 seconds the race was over for him. Such a tiny margin for error is what makes the race so exhilerating for us, but as G and A noted, it was likely to be the end of the road for the poor sod whose nerves got the better of him when fumbling with the airgun.

I have just been reading Negative Camber’s blog where he describes the pit stops in NASCAR racing as being like ballet. I could not agree more. But unlike the 2-3 stops in F1 they have upwards of 8 to 10 stops and sometimes even more. And it is not just the tyres they change but a whole host of other things, including “making chassis adjustments, others servicing the driver, and so on.” This ‘full service’ take 13-16 seconds rather than the 2-4 seconds for the quick service in F1. Now I know what I should have been watching during my wilderness years living in the american mid-west. And to think one of my female colleagues at Indiana University was really into it and we pooh-poohed her. Luckily, there are many more F1 races to go, next sunday it’s Bahrain.

Feeding Security


In the suburb I am staying in – along with many others like it in South Africa – a fleet of security company cars is ever present, slowly driving around the leafy streets. You can easily spot them as they are covered in their company logos – like those in the Tour de France – only they are not there as back-ups for the cyclists but are there for all and sundry to see, keeping an eye on the comings and goings in the neighborhoods, by monitoring their company’s burglar alarm systems. It is all part of the dedicated armed response service, 24 hours a day; a very visible deterrent against crime.

Security is serious business here; it is one of the largest in the world. Every house is alarmed, has automatically locked imposing gates, barbed wired, high fenced walls and burglar bars on all the windows and doors. The security companies also adorn the walls of the houses they service with signs that match those on their armed response cars, letting them (and any potential intruders) know who they are protecting. Dotted around the streets are homely little wooden, sentry-like huts, with protruding CCTV cameras next to them atop long poles, providing bases for the guards. The ultimate in security are the gated communities that offer a 5 star security service, including permanently manned huts.

But it is not just about being as safe as houses. As soon as you start to drive your car, it knows, and automatically locks all the doors for you with a resounding and reassuring, orchestrated 4-slam ktchung. And in some of the outside restaurants, you can even find rock-climbing carabiners that have been secured to the underside of each table, repurposed as locks for the diner’s bag.

Security is a lucrative industry and it makes the people who live here and the tourists who visit feel safe; white, coloured and black. According to Wikipedia there are over 7000 private security companies employing 400,000 private security officers. That is a lot of eyes on the look out for a country of 49 million people. It is part of the price that was paid, so it seems, for getting rid of apartheid.

I was struck the other day by how security can mean quite different things, depending on the word that precedes it. I was having lunch with some architects last week when the topic of ‘food security’ came up. Food and security when combined are very distinct from private and security when conjoined. Instead of being about protecting people from intruders, the term is about enabling everyone at all times to have access to enough food that is affordable, healthy, culturally acceptable, produced in ways that are environmentally sound, socially just, and so on. In other words, it is about opening up rather than locking up. The security is in the food – making it safe to eat. But the real meaning of food security lies in its absence; where the worry is about insecurity in the system, and there not being enough food to go round all year round.

And then there is the ‘security blanket’. Both private security and food security are miles apart from the bedraggled piece of cloth children often hold onto for dear life – that gives them much comfort as they navigate their way through an alien adult world.

Indaba Reality


Design Indaba is a big exhibition held every year in Cape Town showing the best of South African design. This year, over 300 designers, from architects to coke tin sculptors, gathered for the weekend to show off their homemade wares, exhibiting an amazing diversity of skills. Jewellery, fashion, ceramics, furniture, décor, craft, candles, toys, lamps, knick-knacks and much more; everywhere you looked was an abundance of vintage and modern, sustainable and forward- thinking design. Now in its 9th year, the organizers claim in their brochure “that creativity can create livelihoods, transform communities and contribute to the country’s economy.” Judging by the thronging crowds at the event, it would seem all is well and thriving.

What struck me most was the reworking and repurposing of stuff. There were seats made of champagne corks, lampshades made of crocheted wool, marmite jars made of beads, and flowers made of recycled tin. I love it when an artifact makes you look twice. It seemed that one entrepreneurial lady had turned the art of beading into a must have artform. All the cool pieces on her stall, including household groceries and VW camper vans had red dots on their price tags. Snapped up by shrewd buyers. And as Sabelo, a local bead artist points out: “In our culture, beads tell stories about who people are, how old they are. The amount of beads you wear indicates your age, and the older you are, the more you’re respected because of the wisdom you have”. I like that idea but I like more the way these bead designers had intricately woven their beaded washing powder box and custard tins to be precise facsimilies.

In the middle of the hall, was a very large public electronic display, which projected a live video of the audience standing in front of it, mainly children. They seemed totally engrossed with their mirror image, dancing, waving and gesturing at themselves. At first it seemed just like a live feed from a video camera focused on them from above the screen. However, after a few moments of looking, I suddenly noticed animated cartoon characters appearing from nowhere onto the screen and then, after a few seconds of performing, disappearing. First a dolphin splashed around, then a spaceman floated by, then a leopard prowled by and then some larger than life dinosaurs waltzed on. I was reminded of the early 90s Smirnoff vodka ads, when an innocent cat turns into a panther as the camera panned across the glass bottle. Likewise, there was something seamless and surreal about the way the animated animals mingled with the virtual kids and the real kids played with the virtual animals.

The company that makes this interactive public display – Live Augmented Reality – has paired up with National Geographic. The set up now tours in public settings, such as shopping malls and Expos, and is a wonderful crowd stopper.

The kids happily joined in the make-believe, squealing with delight as the dolphin jumped and splashed around them. One 5 year-old boy, who was quite a dancer, started moving his hand as if to stroke the leopard, as it appeared to brush besides him – even though it was high up on the screen and he a few feet away from it standing on the floor. He was perfectly positioned to make it appear as if he really was touching it. The merging was a magical design.

The finale was a storm – lashings of animated rain, lightening and thunder descended upon the children. They loved holding their arms up to feel the virtual raindrops splashing on them and clapping their ears as the thunder boomed.

I watched the little dancing boy for a while; he was completely engrossed, repeating his slinky repertoire of dancing, stroking and cowering, as the short cycle of augmented cameo characters, returned again and again. The augmented reality illusion, created by the public display technology was a big hit with Cape Towners. Whilst self-conscious fashion models pranced the catwalk and famous chefs constructively talked the creative walk, the kids hyper-played – without an ounce of self-consciousness.

Barking Service


I visited WHSmith again at an airport terminal. This time it was at T5, Heathrow, on my way to New York. I had quite a different experience, however, from my previous visit through Gatwick South. Instead of everyone queuing for the human-operated tills, they were all swiping away at the self-service checkout ones. The way the store had been designed led you to the bank of automated tills and the assistant (I swear he was the same one I saw at Gatwick) herded them in with an arm stretched out – shielding the only manned till at the back of the store from view. I held my head high, ignored his arming tactics and walked straight to the human till (there was no queue) and handed my magazine over to the human assistant to scan.

Meanwhile, behind me was a cacophony of bleeps, and Siri-sounding voices – “please insert your card, please press cancel, please don’t do anything I tell you not to but do make sure you pay. Have a nice day…” bleep, bleep, bleep!!

The young lad behind the till ‘transactioned’ me, and I put my credit card in the box machine and while waiting for it to be accepted, asked him how he coped with the incessant automated voices in front of him. He looked at me, and said “oh that, it is easy. You just tune out. You have to, otherwise, you would go insane.”

But then he added, “what really bothers me is the air con above.”

I looked up and saw a large white box shuddering and bleating, hovering overhead.

“It keeps blasting out cold air and after an hour my hands are completely white. Freezing. The noise is pretty bad but the cold, it gets to you.”

I wanted to reach out there and then and rub his hands together. White finger syndrome is not pleasant – especially 8 hours of it every day.

Meanwhile Mr Frogmarch continued to smugly cordon off the air con zone coercing people towards the automated barking voices. The machines continued chirpily their non-stop chatter with obliging but more often frustrated customers.

I thanked Mr White Finger profusely for his humanity and wished him well but refrained from saying ‘have a nice day’.

It wont be long now before real shop assistants will be a thing of the past. There will only be human marshals populating our stores, patronizing those who deign to make a mistake at the alter of the all-seeing Almighty Computer.

Toy Tots


Post Christmas, in heavy rain, Hove’s Church Street was thronging with crowds of bargain hunters. It was not even 4.00p.m and yet darkness had descended; umbrellas pierced the downcast sky. In stark contrast, the shop fronts twinkled with Christmas lights and enticing goods beckoning people to go inside. Amongst the familiar stores, I noticed a bright new place, just opened, called Bertie and Belle. I looked in the window and saw a row of toy racing cars perched on pedestals facing a wall of mirrors and TV screens. I looked again and realized they were not for sale but were meant for kids to sit in and have their hair cut. Stenciled on the window were etched signs, ‘baby’s first haircut’, ‘super girlie candy nail bar’, where little girls will be in pampering heaven, pampered to perfection.

I was intrigued by this child’s LA paradise landing in deepest Hove and looked them up on the Web. On their home page they promise, “the ultimate destination for kid’s grooming, pampering, parties and shopping. From the first steps onto the Hollywood red carpet, up to the giant fish tank reception, Bertie & Belle will capture the minds and hearts of little people and adults alike.”

Trouble was there was not a tiny tot or mom in sight. Just the two owners looking wistfully, from behind the fish tank reception, outside at the rain. I felt sorry for them; clearly, they had invested a lot in their Hollywood-inspired enterprise, thinking it would tap into the Brighton scene.

I always thought that cutting your baby’s hair for the first time was one of those joyful moments parents could share. And painting nails bright purple or putting make-up on was something you did with mum, using her grown-up kit of lipstick, eye shadow and mascara. What has childhood come to when it is adult-accessorized – rather than only pretending to be doctors and nurses?

But it is not just make-up that is getting a make-over. Adult technology, too, has been turned into kiddie toys. Laptops, tablets and phones have been simplified and techno-coloured into kiddie versions. I was asked to write a report for Which magazine – which comes out next month – evaluating the various claims made by the toy companies about their lurid products, one being:

“Toy computers for kids have now been specially created with little children in mind. They have been made with sturdy plastics so that they are really durable and they have also been made with lots of bright colours and buttons to make them highly attractive to the users”


While indeed they are very bright, it seems they are missing a trick. Any parent who owns an iPad, iPod or iPhone, soon finds out how they become highly prized by their young ones; watching on as they learn with lightning speed how to interact with them, play games, scroll through photos, watch movies and listen to music. Savvy developers have also been quick to realize this; there are now countless apps that have been designed for kids that parents happily download for them – simply, they want the real thing. Kids have always liked nothing more than pretending to be grown-up, putting on daddy’s slippers or mummy’s shoes. The boundary between what is best to design for children or adults is increasingly blurred. But kiddy-fying adult products for commercial ends, when kids now feel more at home with the real grown-up ones, looks like becoming rapidly outmoded.

I wish Bertie and Belle a prosperous New Year.

(And it is now Sir Jonathan Ive)

Still 3D

I remember buying my first 3D disposable camera in the mid 90s from a family-run store in Palo Alto and being wowed back then. Opening the wallet of my first 12 glistening prints, I was tickled by each one’s illusion of a 3D world, re-created on thick ribby paper. My snaps were of friends in tourist poses; standing in front of the Golden Gate Bridge, leaning on a big Cadillac, steaming in an outdoor hot tub, being dwarfed by giant cacti and being flashed by neon signs. The iconic images stood out boldly against the Californian-coloured backgrounds, like 3D models offering an imaginary, childlike depth of view. The hues were so vivid that the foreground objects seemed to pop up and out; nothing like the world we see through our own stereo eyes or when we interpret 3D from conventional 2D images. All very Wizard-of-Oz and dream-like.

In one of my earlier entries, Hyper 3D, I talked about how 3D technology capitalizes on hyper-reality. Balls, cars, arrows, and schools of fish come racing towards us and over our shoulders – making us feel the action as we slouch and flinch on our sofas. But as David Hockney wryly observes – in Gayford’s new book on conversations about his works – it’s just, too, toy-like: we don’t actually see or experience the world like that, ‘it is like someone is making a life-size replica of the world’.

So why not use the evocative power of 3D technology to do something different other than ‘out-real’ reality – depicting something that normally can’t be seen but only imagined? A mirror of the mind, perhaps, projecting hidden repressed emotions, memories and images? Last Friday, I saw an ingenious use of still 3D at Sadler’s Wells that tried to do just that – and it worked brilliantly. Wayne McGregor in collaboration with OpenEndedGroup (New York based, digital art collective) and composer Mark-Anthony Turnage put on the latter’s chamber opera “Twice Through the Heart” and added elements of still 3D, by projecting a tormented woman’s past, using two mega-screens that covered the front of the stage, out into the stalls and circle. The audience were given bright yellow plastic glasses to experience the effect. White membraned, 3D still images emerge like frost does when shown appearing on a glass window in slow motion. Behind the organic filaments sat a single mezzo-soprano – Sarah Connolly – alone at a bare kitchen-like table.

The story behind the opera is of a woman who has killed her husband, with a  knife, driven to such depths because of his constant abuse. Now, she finds herself doubly imprisoned; the memories of her nightmarish former domestic life, where her husband kept her captive, unleash and unwind within the solitary confines of her prison cell. She cannot escape – 3D images surround her and we the audience; a kitchen sink with grey blood-stained taps loom above both her and us, coated in milky, tissue-like film. Against this otherworldly digital backdrop, we see her physical body writhe and contort; her pained voice etching further the pathos. The illusion is of a tortured mind oozing out of human skin, creeping towards each audience member, almost within reaching touch – such is the clever use of still 3D digital technology.

Then suddenly, to coincide with a dramatic moment in the opera, the digital imagery vanishes. In an instant, we see only a stark image of Sarah Connolly, singing, standing and staring into an abyss.

The beauty of 3D digital photography is in its stillness rather than its motion; enveloping rather than engulfing our senses. And OpenEndedGroup has gone one step further; combining it with the physical world to unsettle and suggest. This creative use is leaps and bounds beyond the toy-like, fast moving (main)stream of objects that propel towards us on commercial 3D TV.

Image from OpenEndedGroup – music.columbia.edu

Artful Conversation

Meeting an artist for the first time in his studio is an exciting prospect. But how does one spark up a conversation, without sounding trite, too earnest or too much in awe?

I was invited by John Wragg RA to visit him, after I had bought a painting of his from the Royal Academy summer show. I decided to take him up on his offer and was accompanied by Rafi and his girlfriend, Amanda, who were over from the States visiting me. We set off in high spirits, driving to Devizes, a market town in the beautiful Wiltshire countryside. We pondered over my predicament; I asked both of them if they could think of an intelligent question – they being fine arts students. They did not see it as a problem.

We’d been talking, too, about the artfully compiled new book by Martin Gayford, ‘A Bigger Message, conversations with David Hockney’; reflecting on his portrayal of Hockney’s love of nature, how he had changed the way he painted and communicated this following his discovery of the iPhone/iPad app, Brushes, and his ‘voracious intellectual curiosity’.

Our host turned out to be very welcoming and made us feel at ease, making us a cup of builder’s tea and pouring us a glass of red wine, each (except he was so animated that he forgot to pour himself one!). My earlier trepidation was soon replaced by reverence. The conversation flowed from him; he told us anecdote after anecdote, interspersed with his views and opinions about life and the art world. We sat in his kitchen, switching between sips of tea and red wine, listening intently and laughing loudly. Surrounding us were a selection of his paintings, sculptures and personal artefacts. It was a strange experience to be trying to take them in – almost surreptitiously – while following the many threads of the conversation.

The questions I had thought about never materialized. Instead, I asked him more about his life. It just seemed more natural to talk so. We discovered he hung out with Hockney when he was 17 – they both being from Yorkshire and of the same age – and so knew him well. What a coincidence, we all chimed. But then he chortled, pointedly,

‘He is a millionaire and I just make ends meet’.

He then told us a funny story about why Hockney had dyed his hair blond and his journey to California. Several times he talked about Tracey E. And about how he had taught Anish K a few things at Chelsea. And now look at them both…

As time passed, it became more strange to actually talk about JW’s paintings and what was behind them. I suppose it is the same in my own field of academic work. One skirts around, for fear of making someone feel vulnerable or asking crass questions. And yet one knows the other craves recognition and the opportunity to talk more about their ideas. Often someone gives a great talk, goes for dinner with people who were at the talk, and after a few platitudes they all talk about anything but the talk.

After about an hour of kitchen talk, we went on a grand tour of JW’s idiosyncratic house, never knowing quite what to expect. We were led from one room to the next, happening upon different periods of his life and work. Secret doors led to hidden rooms full of paintings, photos, sculptures, cuttings, and artefacts – lying, standing or hanging in front of us, in measured and thoughtful ways. So much to take in – it made it  more difficult for me to ask about any of them.

A and R, however, were bolder, asking a few questions about his technique of using hardboard versus canvas, oil paints versus watercolours, and so on. And then I stopped in front of a big painting, depicting a forlorn, egg-headed chap – and asked him – in a rather tongue-in-cheek way, why he had painted over the top of the man’s head (he often paints over and over until it feels right),

‘Just because.’ He looked bemused at such a silly question. Right answer.

That stopped me in my tracks.

Artful conversation lies in the layering and folding of topics, rather than directness of questions and answers. We found out a lot more about JW and his art through his seguing of anecdotes, memories and quips. In contrast, the conversations MG has with DH in the Hockney book are more focussed and reflective, like mini-interviews, more befitting of a book.

At one point in chapter 6, MG asks about the enjoyment of art. DH reminisces by describing his memories of sitting at the front of buses and in the front of cars, so he could see more, ‘because it is such a pleasure.’

But it was his anecdote about GIs in Vietnam that is most striking and will stick with us. He describes how the soldiers used to talk about ‘eye-fucks’,

‘when they are on the move they have to keep their eyes intensely looking for a tiny quiver of a leaf, over there or over there, taking in as much as they could.’

It stuck with him, as it stuck with us – and one can see why,

‘it is a way of saying the eye is having extreme enjoyment.’

As we wandered around JW’s collection, that extended into the café across the road (where we had coffee and cakes) our eyes were doing the same, but our ears were also having ‘ear-fucks’ – so to speak – with the enraptured conversation.

Athlete’s Dressing


Nike’s online and bricks and mortar stores have always been at the leading edge of technological innovation. They have experimented with new cinematic, media user experiences; pioneered customer design, and encouraged users to creatively personalize their own pair of trainers through selecting from a digital palette of options.

We entered their new physical store in the sparkling, mega-shopping mall, Westfield East in the heart of Stratford City, with anticipation. The spacious, two-story, store did not disappoint. It was immaculately dressed – not just the windows but throughout the interior. We were immediately confronted by a cast of larger-than-life, headless male mannequins; clad in tight, white Nike underwear and GB football tops. They were very sexy-looking, triggering a primordial urge to kick a bulging football. The clever marketing people had lined up many brightly, coloured ones in the vicinity.

Ktchung.

Further back in the store, we spotted more headless mannequin models, but this time female, wearing top-to-toe black gear with shocking-pink, running shoes.

They make me want to run very fast.

The sports gear for sale was hanging on dinky things or neatly piled on back-lit surfaces that made you want to touch, hold and wear it. I am not a Nike fan – it would be a bit like mutton dressed as lamb – but after a few minutes of enjoying the eyewear candy, was easily able to see a younger version of myself encased in the latest tick logo, techno-coloured attire. It was all, too, seductive. I commented to one of my companions what a contrast it was from the jumble sale piles that are now commonplace in the cheap and cheerful ‘made in China’ labeled high street shops.

As my eyes continued hoovering the clothing spread, I was surprised by the lack of any TV or other digital screens. We’d noticed how in every other shop there are multiple vivid, large screens embedded in the walls – attracting and luring passers-by with swaggering, pouting beauties. Nike seems to have gone retro: letting its tops, bottoms and shoes walk the talk.

Having feasted on the first floor, we rode up the steep yellow-lit escalator for dessert. Our by now, large-pupil-ed eyes were drawn to an enormous cloud of bright orange shoe boxes, hanging at different heights over the edge of the escalator – they glowed in semi-darkness, giving you a warm feeling.

I eventually turned around, and at last spotted two tiny touch screens, discreetly placed on a back wall, next to a modest-sized flat screen, that flashed up images of Nike running gear. A direct feed from their website; blurring clicks and mortar. We walked up to them and behaved like toddlers; finger-tipping the screen, assuming it was us that were cycling through the images of watches, runners and visualizations.

Out of the blue, a human being appeared besides us, wearing a big badge saying ‘Athlete Michael’. It seemed as if he had just transmogrified from our screens, clad in the latest Nike running gear – black tights, baggy shorts, pyro-technic trainers and an assortment of layered, lurid tunics and vests. We all stared at him, fixated by his badge, wondering if he was really real and who he was. He began by patiently explaining how nearly every Nike running shoe now has a chip in it and when Blue-toothed to a wristwatch transforms the running experience. This unlikely combo has become a huge success among joggers and runners over the years; enabling them to see on the go how many calories they are burning, number of steps taken, and, with the deluxe-iPod GPS combo – even the route taken, when they are slowing down or speeding up, how much sweat they are dripping, etc.

Athlete Michael got into his stride, as we cooed and nodded, marveling at Nike. He liked the wristwatch best because he can see at a glance how many x’s he is doing and how it is really easy to download this onto the Nike running website and see how his x’s are faring compared with the rest of the world’s Nike joggers.

For some reason, I was reminded of the TV commercial for UK’s Directory Enquiries service 118 118, that features men parodying different sports gear costumes to the Ghostbuster’s tune.

Rather than walking away Niked, I was left with an irritating ditty repeating itself in my head. Maybe a big video screen might have worked better on me.

Bordering Beautiful


A major refurbishment is going on at Gatwick South terminal and ‘bordering on beautiful’ is one of the slogans proudly plastered over makeshift walls. I didn’t recognize it when the bus dropped us off. Instead of the usual unwelcoming, grungy dungeon we are normally dumped at, we were let out onto an elevated ramp, reaching up to the skies. Our eyes were in for a feast. The spanking new concourse was lit up with ambient banners of digital fruit colours that changed imperceptibly – alleviating the stress of starting a long journey from a London airport. A modern, vibrant and upbeat sign for Gatwick South was prominently displayed, with Aqua blue font.

I was flying with Norwegian.com to Sweden – a low-fare airline that bizarrely flies from London to Stockholm. It is one of the more discerning ones, even boasting free Wi-Fi on board. On passing through the concourse, I noticed a bank of sideway facing Norwegian.com kiosks and – just like in the TV commercials – friendly, uniformed smiling faces standing besides them ready to assist and welcome every passenger on their way.

Printing my boarding card was a breeze.

More elegant, ergonomic signage swept me up the stairs into security. The space – unlike the previous cattle market of fighting travellers winding their way through chaotic lines – was airy, quiet and soothing against a backdrop of more ambient lights, fluxing pink, blue, green, yellow and orange. I was in heaven.

Invisible, perambulatory paths continued to sweep us along until we reached a row of 19 glass-gated lanes with barcode readers, inviting us to slow down and step on yellow footprints. This is the face of the new border control, fully automated, and calming. Apparently, the new security system, if operating smoothly, will enable each passenger through in less than 5 minutes. So would it work for more me, to be whisked through to the other side?

Sadly, no. There had to be a hitch somewhere in this smooth, soporific journey. The card reader did not recognize the barcode on my boarding pass. I turned it around and tried different ways of getting the black lines to line up with the red lines, peaking through the scanner. No luck, so it was off to find a human to help out. At Lane 1 of the starting line, I spotted an official looking man. He looked over at me and said, rather too gleefully, “I can see what’s wrong straight away”.

I couldn’t, so brazenly asked him what it was. He peeled off another barcode strip from his large book of stickers and placed it over the faulty one on my boarding card. Then he pointed to the problem, “see here, your boarding pass has two lines of perforations, and one of them goes straight through the barcode. So it can’t read it. The company’s fault.”

I presume Norwegian.com did not know when buying the paper rolls for its boarding card machines that the lines of perforations (inserted for their boarding agents to tear easily into two bits at the gate, one they keep and the other given back to you to take on the plane) would line up where the barcode was to be stamped. I thought about chortling at this wonderfully simple, system error but thought better of it, as the man looked quizzically at me and then at my passport mugshot. One always feels vulnerable at such moments of comparative scrutiny, especially when bordering no-mans land.

Meanwhile, a small queue had started to line up behind me, presumably with similar problems – the man was kept very busy.

I was reminded of the person who is assigned to the cacophony of barking, self-checkout machines that have now taken over the cashier-staffed ones in our supermarkets, stores and newsagents. We all know the benefits to the retailer: it costs much less since only one attendant is needed to run a pen of 4-6 checkout tills at a time. But these new-fangled transactions are far from being beautiful for the customer. There is always something that a human needs to do when the machine comes unstuck or cannot be trusted – be it checking someone’s age, needing to remove the security top on a wine bottle, or rectifying cases of mistaken identity or non identify, such as deciding what a strange looking fruit is with no barcode label on it.

Once through security I went off to potter, preparing myself for the two and a half hour flight. At WHSmith, instead of using one of the self-service machines to buy a magazine, I obdurately queued with lots of others to use the old fashioned way of making a purchase. A jolly man marched up and down besides us, a bit like a ticket tout, sarcastically repeating his smarmy tagline “pay over here – and you don’t need to queue.” Noone budged over to his row of empty self-service tills. We were all determined to pay a human, no matter how long it took.

Finally, when I handed over my magazine to the cashier, she scanned it on her machine and then handed it back to me, after it had beeped. The days of them bagging our purchases are long gone, but so it seems, is the humble paper receipt’s day, numbered. I asked the lady for one and she retorted, “ohhh, I can’t do that, it needs special…(inaudible mumble).”

I gave her a puzzled look, indicating my concern at how were the security guards to know if I had paid for my magazine. She looked back at my look, and triumphed “ahhhh, there are loads of cameras everywhere”, raising her eyes to the ceiling. I followed them. Sure enough, there was an army of tiny roaming, drove cameras hanging from high; poking their swivelling lenses down at us. I wondered whether the now largely absent, human cashiers were being retrained as CCTV shoplifting spotting, experts. And I wondered, too, what I would need to do, now receipt-less and bag-less, to prove that I had paid for the magazine. But I did not need to worry – there weren’t any uniformed security guys at the front of the store to have to do any explaining to.

The world of commerce and security has gone topsy-turvy. Anything but bordering on the beautiful.

Flirting Butterflies

There are countless online dating services now; most well-known are Match.com, eHarmony, and Guardian Soulmates. Yesterday evening I heard about another one, Flirt.com. As its name suggests, it is a lot more raunchy and explicit in its claims than the more romantically named ones:

“Join the world of free online dating with Flirt.com, make new friends and start hot all-night affairs. We’ll show you a short cut to all forbidden pleasures and to 1000s of personals of frivolous men and women looking for passionate lovers or hot mistresses in the UK.”

However, judging by the reviews it seems that these kinds of lurid sites are full of computer-talking bots rather than real people. Despite this automated fakery, many people still try their luck. And some get lucky. One young lad I met on the train last night was going all the way to Worthing to meet in the flesh the girl of his dreams, whom he’d been flirting with on the website for the last two weeks. Moreover, he was prepared to travel far and pay a lot to see her. He’d come all the way from Nottingham to meet her in a hotel. He’d never been south in his life, let alone London. This was the biggest adventure of his lifetime.

As we chugged out of Victoria Station he jumped around the carriage snapping photos with his phone of the twinkly lights on the bridge across the Thames. Then he tried to snap the fireworks as they kept popping up in the dark against the backdrop of the London skyline.

His excitement was palpable.

He asked me if he and his mate (who only looked 14 but seemed far more streetwise) were in the right bit of the train going to Worthing (the train splits into two at Hayward’s Heath and the first 4 carriages go to Littlehampton and the remaining 8 to Lewes). I nodded and then we got chatting. He was a bright ginger-haired boy, about 16-17 (although claimed to be 18) with several teeth missing and wearing crumpled, chav grey trackie bottoms with matching grey hoodie.

He called his Worthing date his North Star. Very touching.

He then started telling me how he was from a broken home, been in trouble, and now wanted to start a new life in Worthing with his flirt.com lady. His dream has always been to meet someone, get married and raise kids, and be a proper mum and dad that would live together. This was going to be his first proper girlfriend – at least that was what he hoped. I could see there was a lot of damage hiding behind the missing teeth, but it was lovely to see such romantic idealism shining through.

He was very twitchy and soon went off to the toilets to get changed. His mate (with no matching date), on the other hand, just played a video game throughout the journey. When he came back, he had an air of self-consciousness, this time donning an even more crumpled stripy t-shirt, but obviously one of his favourites. He sat down and carefully folded his carapace hoodie, putting it neatly in his backpack. Care that you take when in a care home.

He suited the nickname Ginger.

Ginger and his mate had been travelling already for 6 hours. I asked them how long they planned to stay in Worthing. Ginger piped up wistfully “maybe forever”. He kept looking at his mate and saying he had butterflies. His mate looked back blankly and just smiled. But I could see them very clearly fluttering all around Ginger.

Ginger’s mobile then trilled loudly. Nervously, he answered it. It was the flirt.com lady. She asked where they were. He looked at me and I shouted East Croydon. Ginger then added: “the lady on the train says we are in the right carriage and would be there in an hour.” I liked the ‘lady’ touch. Bode well.

We went through a tunnel and he lost her signal. She’d already had a few drinks and he seemed a bit put out.

The boys then suddenly realized they were sitting in First Class and that gave them a thrill. The ticket lady eventually came by and they scarpered into the next carriage. She gave me a knowing wink as she followed them. Then she left the train and they came scampering back into my carriage – only to be shooed out again by the next ticket inspector. It became a playful cat and mouse game – their childhood innocence getting the better of them, along with the butterflies.

As the train came into Hove, I stood up, walked over to Ginger and handed him a fiver, suggesting he buy his lady friend a nice cocktail (I am a big softie when it comes to kids with a shard of hope stacked up against such a mountain of damaged background). He swiftly put it in his pocket and thanked me quietly. Then he told me his name was Stevan – emphasizing it was spelt with an ‘a’ and not an ‘e’. I do hope flirt.com works out for him and is not the scam many unhappy campers have written about online. It is a long way for a boy so young and sweet to be duped and have his looking glass life shattered.

Image: redbutton.com

Seven Billion

I’ve been enjoying the visualisations that have been popping up to depict the trends and predictions of the world’s population, now it has officially hit 7,000,000,000 (the now universally accepted US thousand million and not the old british million million, i.e. 7,000,000,000,000).

There is a great interactive one on the BBC website called ‘What’s your number’ that is proving to be very popular. You type in your date of birth and it pinpoints on a trend graph where you were born relative to the rest of the population since the year 1500. It also gives you a number for when you were born in the history of mankind, which gives you a unique identity. The app is a lot of fun to play with, and R who had pointed it out to me, got much pleasure putting in all the birthdays of her family to see what a difference a couple of decades makes to their personal blips on the graph – especially given how the human curve has increased exponentially since the last century.

There are an awful lot of people that have joined us since we were born. Something like 300 babies are born every minute. For me:

When you were born, you were the:
3,036,891,918th
person alive on Earth

and the
76,686,259,872nd
person to have lived since history began

These simple interactive visualisations are very powerful cognitive amplifiers; they let you effortlessly compare your single digit self with everyone else who has lived. On the one hand, it really gives you a sense of being an inconsequential dot, while on the other, a building block in history. It is that contrast between bird’s eye view and ant’s view that is so evocative.

Sometimes, when I’m being crushed on the London Underground or trampled on when navigating my way through the myriad of student ant trails on the UCL campus as classes change, I feel the full weight of the 7 billion. And then I remind myself of what it was like living in downtown Bloomington, Indiana during the dog days of summer when all the students and sensible faculty had decamped, leaving the landlocked landscape devoid of human life. We used to drive around playing a game of people spotting on the sidewalk, cheering loudly if we happened upon one Hopperesque-soul.

Often disappointed and desperate, we’d end up driving to Target – the Hoosier heartland – in search of any life form, just to remind ourselves that a few tens of people existed – let alone seven billion.

Hyper 3D

This weekend my football team, Man U, suffered their worst defeat at home in 70 years, losing 6-1 to their noisy neighbours, Man City. It was utterly humiliating to experience such a thrashing unfold in real time – and it made our gloating rout against Arsenal earlier in the season, with an even greater scoreline, seem like a distant past.

Such unexpected beatings are extraordinary rare for any team. For long-time supporters of Man U – who have gotten used to being champions, the greatest and simply the best – it was even more galling to be knocked off our perch in such an undignified fashion.

Normally, I look forward to watching Man U’s games live at the local pub or on terrestrial TV. But more often than not these days, I end up listening to them on Radio 5 live or scanning the live updates on the BBC website and then watching highlights on MOTD. This time I switched the live feed off after our rivals hit 3 in the net; I could not bear to listen or scan the digital ticker tape any more. I had a premonition it was going to get much worse. And I could not even watch the highlights on TV – no disrespect for Man City – but it is too upsetting.

I wonder how much worse it would have been if I had had to watch it on 3D TV. There has been a lot of hype about the enhanced experience this new technology bring to one’s living room, especially for sports viewing. I have to admit the opportunity of watching Rooney score a scissor-kick overhead goal in glorious 3D does thrill me to bits. But by the same token the prospect of watching an opponent score in spectacular fashion seems more painful.

I wonder if this is the reason I am reluctant to embrace 3D at home. A fear of hyper reality invading the living room. However, one of my colleagues reassured me that this kind of suffering only serves to enhance the experience when your team scores next – like a roller coaster experience.

Smart Cards

This morning I received an email from [email protected] that was every bit automated. If only question marks could become pounds we could solve the economic crisis in Greece overnight:

“Due to an operational issue, you are due a payment of ?2.50. This is now ready for collection at Victoria [London Underground].”

I should have taken this database spew as a premonition rather than marvelling at how the revolutionary Oyster Card system can detect an issue, solve it and let you know it will be fixed next time you slap your card on one of their readers at the ticket barrier.

But it was not to be.

My card did not collect any question marks at Victoria [London Underground]. Instead, it resolutely did nothing. I slapped it a few times on the yellow circle, normally such a seamless operation, turned it over and slapped it again – but to no avail. A London Underground employee then appeared and did the same, and resignedly said “the mechanism is broken. You need to go over there and change it.”

I looked over to ‘there’ and saw a long line. My smugness of being a well-oiled commuter instantly changed into Frustrated from Hove. I was already 20 minutes late due to some unknown ‘issue’ on the train from Hove – and which the driver had admitted being clueless about. I walked over to there and stood at the end of the line, cussing and cursing for 10 minutes, until eventually Window 3 barked at me.

Another London Underground employee listened to me behind the glass and then went off to a tray at the back of the office and pulled out a tatty looking form. Her voice sounded tinny, raspy and echoey as she relayed what I need to do through the intercom system. I wondered what I sounded like to her as I puffed and snorted my ‘issue’ with Oyster pointedly at the microphone that was sticking awkwardly out of the glass (I often think the same in taxis which have a similar system in place – it seems so weird to talk to the driver through an artificial amplification system when you are in such close proximity to them).

I snatched the form from under the glass. It looked like one of those over-photocopied ones (cranked out from an overworked machine) that was slightly wonky and has lots of spaced boxes to fill in so that a computer can read it automatically. Trouble is it requires us humans to think and write quite unnaturally, forcing us to etch letters from box to box rather than flowing from one to the next.

So, I started filling in my name, address, date, email, password, etc., and then realized I’d filled the wrong boxes in – I crossed some of them out and filled in some other ones. If this had been a US customs form I’d have been sent to the back of the line and severely chastised. But luckily for me this is Britain.

The woman behind the glass looked nonchalantly at me as I slipped it back to her. She turned it over and slipped it back. There was another whole side to fill in! There was no point in huffing and puffing anymore. Instead, I staccato-ed my way through the same details as I had on the other side. It is at this point of being so far out of my comfort zone that a streak of mischievousness can kick in. I thought about adding my favourite country, my mother’s maiden name, the name of my junior school and my favourite band, what I had for breakfast, even, but knew my petulant attempt at humour would be wasted.

Instead, a third of the way through the form I gave up, slipped it back to her and she nodded, chewed, and started tapping at her computer. I asked her why this part of the process could not be automated and she replied wryly “just is that way.” After a few more minutes of tapping and then pulling out a receipt from another machine, she handed me a brand new activated Oyster Card. My relief was palpable – but short lived. She then told me that I now had to go to the London Underground website and change the details for my card since the auto top-up would not work anymore. Luckily, there was enough credit on the new card (it had miraculously been transferred) to get me to work with some small tiny residue of composure.

So much for smart cards.

Apple Eternity

Steve Jobs death last week resulted in unprecedented global outpourings of respect, sadness and admiration – millions of blogs, tweets, newspaper articles, radio and TV reports have been posted alongside many spontaneous personal messages written on post-it notes and bitten into apples left at all the Apple stores from fans across the world.

I have read, listened and watched avidly – it is without question he was a truly great man who changed the face of computing, media and the user experience. The obituaries paint a picture of an extraordinary genius, single-minded with a vision and passion unsurpassed. I, like millions of others, have been profoundly affected – his life taken away too soon by a cruel and unremitting cancer.

I was extremely fortunate to be an employee of Apple’s Advanced Research Labs back in the mid 90s when the dot.com bubble burst on the scene in Silicon Valley. Besides meeting some amazingly creative and bright people I got to work on developing the big ‘what next’. Everyday I would drive into work from my cottage in Los Altos Hills in my boat car (affectionately known as the marshmallow sofa) against the backdrop of the big Californian azure skies and never ending golden sunshine. Always smiling and with a big heart, I would enter the cavernous atrium of 1 Infinite Loop, buy a Cappuccino from the avante garde café and strive forth into the big unknown. I remember on my second day walking with my boss from our building to the cafeteria for lunch and him telling me how everyone at Apple can have 20 great new ideas a day just taking this short excursion. The secret, however, was to work out which of the many to pursue.

Steve Jobs had the killer instinct to select the right ones. As does Jonathan Ive – the brilliant British designer. He once showed me his lab of future designs for laptops. I was completely bowled over by the ingenuity and outrageousness of his ideas – of which I could never share with my friends outside of Apple because of NDA. But a few years down the line some of those concepts and prototypes became famous products and I was able to smile inwardly knowing I had seen them in their inception.

Apple will continue to be the greatest technology company in the world, leading the way forwards in quantum leaps, where others can only envy. Steve created the iWorld and his legacy will remain forever etched in modern history as “Mr iPod, iPad, iPhophet, iMerchant, iProdigy, iBoffin, iPriest.” (The Times, 7th October, 2011).

Retiring Roles

Today, I was invited to Andrew Herbert’s career celebration (sic) at Microsoft Research Cambridge. What I liked about the title of Andrew’s bash was that it was a celebration of his achievements – and not seen as an early retirement do. Andrew had also asked everyone who was scheduled to present to look to the future. There was to be no roast or sentiment; instead we were given a nicely balanced combination of occasional reminiscing with much looking forwards.

A time to reflect on how fast the world of technology and the field of computer science have both moved and to use this as a spring board to envision and consider new challenges – befitting of a person who has achieved so much and been so influential.

It is common for people who retire to travel extensively and then settle down to new leisurely pursuits, such as playing golf, spending more time with the grandchildren and gardening. But not Andrew. By the sounds of it, he will be just as active – if not more – pursuing boyhood passions and mind-boggling hobbies. Amongst many projects up his sleeve, he mentioned just two; one, to restore a replica of the enormous mainframe computer – the 1947 Cambridge Edsac – and two, to restore a Supermarine Seagull V plane. Both sound hugely ambitious undertakings – he’ll project manage both – that will take groups of people several years to complete, requiring painstaking attention to detail, involving a multitude of skills and much collaboration.

So, Andrew has not retired at all – far from it. He is transitioning to work in a different space, far beyond the corporation, that will involve him applying a wealth of knowledge, wisdom and creativity built up over his lifetime. No doubt it will give him tremendous pleasure. However, I am sure it will also reach many other people, giving new understandings and instilling much wonderment. It makes me wonder, too, how many other people there are out there who will be retiring, but still have so much to give. We talk about the need for role models in our work places but maybe we also need new ones to inspire those who are transitioning. Andrew is perfect for that.