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It’s been about eight months since I left Microsoft’s Live Search group, and I’ve been busy with graduate school and getting into my research (nanophotonic applications to solar cells).  Since it’s been some time I thought it might be an interesting experiment to read up and see what the latest goings-on in the search world are — I’ve mostly given up following this regularly as I did while I was, well, in the throes of trying to defeat Google :-P

This post is mostly an empty threat, for now, that I will pontificate (can I say that with Il Papa in the US right now?).. you’ve been warned!

Time to resurrect this blog, now that I have a reason to..

Greetings, dear reader, from Delhi! After a lot of flying and stops in Singapore and then a day in Bombay, I’m now in fogbound Delhi. Well it was fogbound when we landed yesterday; rather nice today. New Delhi is a rather gracious and leafy city (and quite the contrast to Old Delhi, which has its own charms..), at least on the surface. Some Army officers were nice enough to usher us in to watch the apparently special-occasion of the changing of the guards at the Presidential Palace, Lutyens’ ridiculous (but, no longer the Viceroy’s house, ha!) Rashtrapathi Bhavan.

This city, in its own way, reminds me of Rome.. ruins and monuments everywhere. And only the tourists seem to care! Well, off to eat eat eat (Delhi’s great for a foodie) — more later.

http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=D8NRCQE80&show_article=1

This guy is an infuriating idiot — he should chat with BillG or Warren Buffett for a few minutes and realize that they’re not just “going around like Santa Claus donating money”. Far from it! They’re filling governmental/NGO holes, and taking a business-minded/venture-capital approach to saving human lives. Infuriating!!

As I said, a greedy idiot. Here’s hoping karma exists..

The weather has been unusually pleasant this past month. With temperatures in the 50s, sunny weather and the smell of flowers in the air it would appear that spring has arrived in the Pacific Northwest (knock on wood). My condolences to those living east of here — enjoy the cold weather. With the pleasant weather, I decided to wander about Kirkland a bit and ended up spending a fair bit of time at a rather interesting new cafe in downtown Kirkland — Terra Bite Lounge.

It’s been receiving a fair bit of publicity for it’s main innovation — customers (such as they are) pay what they want and feel like. No, it’s not run by a religious organization, and it’s not a charity (though they assert that they will share profits among employees and donate to charities). It’s a bold experiment to be sure, though perhaps not as doomed to failure as you might think. So far it seems to be doing alright, with most customers approximating what they pay at other cafes and coffee places. If it does succeed it will have to do with a few factors: affluence, conscientiousness and, of course, Seattle’s insatiable addiction to espresso.

I’m sure there’s a potentially interesting economic model one could construct to predict and explain the behavior of customers payment patterns at such a venue. What I think is even more interesting is how such a pay-what-you-want model could affect the third space conception of coffee shops in suburban American environs. Namely, the lack of truly public spaces for people of varied backgrounds to gather in today’s suburbs has left a gaping void that Starbucks has in large part tried to fill. Now, a Starbucks is obviously a poor substitute for the open-air market or public square of eras past, but it’s something. For instance, a lot of people who telecommute/work from home find Starbucks’ in the suburbs a great place to work around people; a way to overcome the often-isolated nature of life in the typical American suburb.

The central conceit of a public space however is not quite matched by a suburban coffee shop — you have to pay to be there. If, however, payment becomes voluntary and a secondary feature of the cafe, not a central one, then perhaps coffee shops and lounges can better approximate the public venues present in urban areas. So is this the beginning of a bold new trend? Well, it’s unlikely — as I said, this will probably only work in a few places that are both affluent and conscientious in the self-aware and serious way typical among folks in the coastal parts of the Pacific Northwest. Furthermore, downtown Kirkland is a very atypical “suburb” center, if one can even call it that.

Another criticism might be that this is somewhat socialistic/communistic or at least anti-capitalist in nature. I don’t think that applies as the potential subsidizing of poorer clientele by richer ones is entirely voluntary. If anything, it’s a natural outgrowth of capitalism’s assumption that charity is more appropriate than government intervention. Well, all this is probably overkill for what’s really a simple, interesting experiment — let’s see how it does!

The clock strikes midnight, the crowds cheer, I mumble the words that everyone seems to say to each other at this moment. An artificial one, to be sure, but so are most human constructs of time. I step outside, it’s a cold night, but the skies are clear. For the first time in a while, I see my moon-shadow against the crisp, white snow. Gazing up at a night sky I didn’t expect to see in a bright city I begin to despair.

I despair to think of our lack of ambition, our sheer provincialism when a universe of unending wonder exists, and most of us could care less about it. Futurists argue that the next centuries will be an exploration of the ‘inner’ rather than the ‘outer’. They (usually with a naive idealism that I at once appreciate and abhor) point to direct human-computer interfaces, genetic engineering and the inherent possibilities of innovations in these fields as the beginning of a new era for our exploration of the possibilities of human existence. And perhaps, just perhaps, that is a more meaningful, cost-effective path for humanity’s future and fulfillment. For heaven’s sake, we haven’t yet managed to get clean drinking water to every person on this planet, not by a long-shot.

Yet, I find myself again staring at the night sky with awe and wonder; and so I begin slowly to comprehend the occasional futility of reason in the face of curiosity and what must surely be our destiny.

“Sorry folks, the cargo door’s kinda… well, frozen.” So said the mechanic as I got off the turboprop that had just landed in Calgary. The trip had been a rather turbulent one, with some pretty serious drops and rises in altitude as we hit the various mountain ranges between Seattle and here. Now that we’d finally landed, and were standing in the cold, we couldn’t help but laugh; welcome to Canada! (and so much for the whole ‘leave your bag on the cart’ thing — common on small planes being convenient — it took em half-an-hour to get it open). In any case, I am home, if a very frozen version of home: It’ll be about -30 (C or F, take your pick) when I head back to Seattle Monday morning,  which apparently is the coldest it’s actually gotten in the past two years (even in the dead of winter).

H-Y, which was last weekend, proved to be a great time. It was nice to catch up with everyone, and also to be back in Cambridge, and on campus. It felt like I’d simply returned from a long summer break; yet, a few hints that I didn’t quite belong as I perhaps had in the past: for one, the students looked less familiar (except for those at the ‘06 tailgate of course). In any case, a jolly good time, and oddly enough, it looks like I’ll be back in Boston in a couple of weeks anyhow. With that, I wish you, dear reader, a Happy Thanksgiving! I really hope Christmas songs don’t start on the radio when I get back..

A (perhaps brief) detour into the mundane with some pictures! (Of Seattle, my place, and most importantly, my car) (more…)