Showing posts with label All hail the google phone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label All hail the google phone. Show all posts

Apple-Google-Skynet-Microsoft

AMDAL has a definite interest in the ongoing War of the Machines (not to be confused with the War against the Machines). This month, I've been reading Pixar a 2008 book about the animation studio once dominated by Steve Jobs (during Jobs' late-1980s-to-mid-1990s exile from Apple). It's a good book, with lots of worthwhile history about the development of Silicon Valley alongside an analysis of the the recent history of moviemaking and animation. Interesting fact: Jobs, at age 23, was nearly Time Magazine Man-of-the-Year; he would have been succeeding Ronald Reagan and Poland's democratizing leader Lech Walsea. At age 23 I was trying to find a job as a legal assistant and living at home. Instead, Time chickened out and named "The Computer" as Man-of-the-Year.
It feels pretty remarkable to realize how rapidly the computer experience has evolved in the last 25 years (I realize thats a pretty trite and bland statement).
The Skynet idea interests me. I don't mean a malevolent automated corporation. I'm thinking about the idea of a real eventual merger of these consumer computer/internet/entertainment companies, or their de facto cooperation, meaning that we end up using exclusively their products. Sometimes, it feels like we're already there. All the major companies' technology "talks" with each other. I use use Google search to find music on youtube to download to itunes to play on my iphone that I charge using the Dell PC at my office that runs Office. We live in a friendly world of cooperation between these companies.
That's why this one paragraph, from a Robert Cringley op-ed in today's NY Times, struck me as a particularly sharp breakdown of the true nature of competition between Google and Microsoft and the symbiosis that underlies modern technology:

"What Google’s chief executive, Eric Schmidt, has to fear more than anything else is that he’ll awake one day to learn that the Google search engine suddenly doesn’t work on any Windows computers: something happened overnight and what worked yesterday doesn’t work today. It would have to be an act of deliberate sabotage on Microsoft’s part and blatantly illegal, but that doesn’t mean it couldn’t happen. Microsoft would claim ignorance and innocence and take days, weeks or months to reverse the effect, during which time Google would have lost billions."

Cringley suggests that the biggest problem we may face won't be a skynet-esque merger of the machines, but a refusal to coexist.

Buy High, Sell Low?


The market is going crazy and for many of you, the idea of investing in the stock market is insane. False. The idea of investing is a great idea. I'm no financier (anymore) but my portfolio manager (Albert) says there's a lot of cheap equity out there. So Monday morning the markets rallied thanks to news on the weekend of a global effort to bolster confidence in the world's banks. Sensing we had "bottomed out," I jumped at the chance to buy stocks. I go to my trusty broker (ETrade) to transfer the money into my brokerage account, but an automated message says this:

"As today is a bank holiday, your claim will be processed on the next business day"

WTF? The market is open but ETrade is not? Weak, but whatever. I assume that stocks are still cheap, the economy has been saved, and I can always wait until tomorrow.

As I sleep soundly, dreaming of how many chicks I'll pick up with my new Ferrari powered purely on savvy money-pushing, after-hours traders are pushing my beloved stocks ever higher. Fuckers raised the price up 3% from where the market closed.

I awake, yawn, poop, and check my brokerage account. Boom - money transferred. Ctrl+T my way to a new window and pull up http://finance.google.com. Bap - stocks are up. Great, I say to myself, shit's only getting better.

Oh how wrong I was. I sink my bid for some shares in Google before the market opens [Lesson: Don't do that]. The market opens - Google falls 10 percent. The frowny face above shows the drop that I experienced but Mr. Unhappy is actually sitting on top of my shit-stain of an investment because, remember, I paid an after-hours price for the stock.

My portfolio manager's going to kill me.