Today I cleaned out my trove of 3.5 inch diskettes — nearly 150 of them. For those of you who grew up with giant hard-drives and CD-ROM/ DVD drives, the “floppy disk” was the way computer files were saved and distributed in the olden days.  I never thought of 3.5 disks as “floppy” myself, though many people called them that. Unlike the 5.25 disks, the smaller ones had a hard-case and did not flop.  The 3.5s that I discarded were a mixture of personal data disks and commercial installation disks — including an unused, plastic-wrapped set of MS-DOS 6.2 installation disks and a used set of Windows 3.1 installation disks, about six disks in each set.

I ran magnets across the personal disks just in case they contained sensitive info.  One of them had a label “Novel 1993.”  I assume I wrote a novel that year — or more likely the first chapter of a novel. Maybe I have a paper copy somewhere.

Those 3.5 disks held between 1.44 and 2.0 MB of data.  So altogether, the 150 disks contained at most 300 MBs — which you could put on a tiny USB thumb drive with room to spare.

I still have a box of a dozen 5.25 floppies, the oldest software and files I own.  I can’t bring myself to toss them out.  One floppy contains another novel, or so the label claims.  The rest are mostly devoted to computer programming.  There is a copy of the legendary Borland Turbo Pascal, circa 1988, the finest and fastest DOS programming compiler ever sold — and for just fifty bucks a copy.  There is a disk labeled “Play Ball” that contains a baseball game I created for my father, and a couple disks with an extensive and specialized record-keeping program I wrote for his business.

Apparently, it’s still possible to hook a 5.25 drive to your computer. You can emulate DOS, too.  I know I won’t ever bother, but I will keep the box in a back corner of my closet, just in case.

The NYT article by John Markoff discusses the rebirth of scientific interest in artificial intelligence, which had a bad spell after initial rosy forecasts did not pan out.  But will a self-aware superbrain emerge any time soon, and will it be nice or nasty?  Markoff notes that this question is moving from  science fiction into reality.  He brings in Kurzweil about half way through the article.  Through his sources, Markoff expresses skepticism about Kurzweil’s idea of living long enough to live forever. For instance, the article concludes with a quote from robotics expert Gary Bradski: “Kurzweil will probably die, along with the rest of us not too long before the ‘great dawn’ . . . . Life’s not fair.”

In truth, it is easy to be skeptical about living forever.  No one has ever done it.  Even the most optimistic religions present heaven in terms of “life after death.”  Kurzweil is cutting out the death part.  As I said, it’s easy to be skeptical.

Markoff focuses on the issue of emerging artificial intelligence and Kurzweil’s notion of humans and computers mind-melding somehow or other. But in his book, Kurzweil spends as much time discussing two other technologies — genetics and nanotech — which he argues will provide a “bridge” to the joining of human and machine minds. How much of a difference that makes, I don’t know.

Markoff provides a link to a trailer of “Transcendent Man,” an entry at the 2009 Tribeca Film Festival that explores the debate over Kurzweil — is he the crackpot prophet of a new religion or a legitimate scientific investigator?

That’s right, thin people, read it and weep.  Researchers at the American College of Cardiology say, “Obese patients with heart disease respond well to treatment and have paradoxically better outcomes and survival than thinner patients.”  No one knows why this is.  Researchers also caution people not to pack on pounds because that only contributes to the development of heart-disease in the first place.

Sure, but all of a sudden, it’s looking better for some of us to make  the Singularity.

Even though the book was a best-seller in 2005 and proclaimed the 13th most blogged about book of 2005 by the NY Times, I somehow missed it. I had heard of or read eight of the first twelve books on the list, so it isn’t that I am completely out of the loop.  (Oddly, the 14th most blogged about book for that year was Orwell’s 1984.  This suggests to me that there is a lot of paranoia on the Web.)

Anyway, I was surprised that I hadn’t heard about Kurzweil until recently because living forever happens to be one of my ambitions. According to Kurzweil, we just may be able to do it; “we” includes Baby Boomers who take care of themselves enough to last another 30 years or so.  By then, accelerating advances in bio-tech, nano-tech and computer science should guarantee anyone who wants it immortality.  You will, of course, have to get intimate with machines; that is, become a machine yourself. Some may see this as a drawback, especially if you get stuck in a computer running, say, Windows 2038. (I think this will be one time to spend a little more and go with a Mac.) Then there is the question of room-mates. What if you get stuck with neighbors you can’t stand and you can’t get away from them ever for all time? However, from the scientific perspective, being dead also has clear drawbacks for any organism. And it makes it harder to get credit or a good table.

Kurzweil calls this approaching change the “Singularity” because it will be a one-time event in human history — perhaps in the history of the universe. He thinks that the destiny of the universe is to achieve a maximum state of information.  Merging human intelligence (including emotional intelligence) with artificial intelligence is a big step toward fulfilling that destiny.

It sounds a little nuts in summary — a geeky, secular version of The Rapture. And there is a risk that if we don’t handle things just right, trillions of malevolent nanobots will take over and destroy us all.  Those of us who are getting up there in years and facing oblivion in the next couple of decades, give or take, may be willing to accept the risk. But is it right to gamble the future of humanity to achieve personal immortality?  Or for once in our self-centered lives, ought we just to go gentle into that good night?

First, I set up my Gmail account to handle all of my email from various accounts.  Then I resolved to keep my inbox empty.  I set up a label (folder) called “Needs action” where I stick any message I need to respond to but can’t at the moment. Every other message I answer/ delete, answer/ file or just delete or file. 

So far, so good. But it is easier to set up a system than to stick with it over the long haul. 

I tried some Gmail gadgets, but the only one I have stuck with is “Tasks,”  a simple things-to-do gadget from Google Labs.

Now to deal with the actual as well as virtual clutter in my life.  I wonder if Google has a gadget for eliminating stacks of books and papers?

What would we do without social scientists? We’d all be walking around thinking that smart people make dumb decisions, and dumb people make smart decisions — and that would be TOTALLY WRONG! At least that is the case with economic decision-making, which was the focus of this study.

If only the National Academy of Sciences had gotten the word out sooner! Possibly last fall’s big crash could have been avoided. But,  not having seen this cutting edge research,  the Bush administration kept the dumb people in charge.

Being a computer geek, I have played around with alternatives to MicroSoft Windows — free, open-source alternatives, which boils down to various flavors of Linux.  I’ve tried Red Hat, Knoppix, Ubuntu and a couple others.  I’ve installed them as dual-boots with Windows or as a stand-alone OS on an old desktop.  They’ve all worked, and the installation process has gotten progressively easier.  Linux works out-of-the-box (so to speak) with more and more hardware.  Still, none of the versions of Linux proved compelling or useful enough for me to turn to it on a daily basis as a sub for Windows.

I guess what I wanted was a less geeky Linux.  I found one.

It’s  a commercial Linux designed for brain-dead easy installation on a wide variety of Windows XP and Vista computers.  It’s also designed for fast-loading when all you really want to do is check your email and browse the web.  The product is called “Presto” and it is sold by a company called  Xandros at http://prestomypc.com/.

Xandros Presto is free to try for a week and $19.95 if you like it and want to buy a license to continue using Presto on a single computer.  I tried it on an older Dell laptop running Windows XP.  Installation was quick and painless — just like installing any  program in Windows.  I got Presto to work with my home wireless network, which I never quite managed with any other Linux. I always had to use a LAN cable, not the best for a laptop.  The Presto web site claims that some users can be browsing the web less than 20 seconds after pressing the power button.  It takes a little longer on my laptop, but seems instantaneous compared to Windows XP.   Shut down is almost immediate — maybe four seconds.

You need four GB of available space to install Presto. It’s a big download, almost 500 MB, and took over half an hour on a high speed connection (high speed on my end, but apparently not on the other — I used the CNET Downloads.com option).

The initial installation comes with FireFox 3, Skype, and Open Office.  You can easily install other applications from the Presto “Store,” which features lots of  free, open source software as well as try-before-you buy stuff.  There is a “Store” icon on the Presto desktop, but you can also browse the applications at http://presto.cnr.com/.

You can access, open and edit documents created with Windows using the OpenOffice suite on Presto.

Windows XP was/ is taking several minutes to load on this computer — about 10 minutes before I can do anything useful, despite my best efforts to speed things up.  Now it takes half-a-minute.  That’s worth $20 to me.  Of course, hardware can differ a lot on Windows machines, and it’s hard to say if a new OS will work at all without trying it first.  So you want to try Presto for free before you buy a license.

If other Linux versions prove this easy to install, use and update — this ungeeky — then Windows may be in big trouble.  Unless MS plans to sell Windows 7 for twenty bucks. What would you say the odds are of that?

(Hat-tip to Dick DeBartolo, the Giz Wiz. I learned about Presto from his daily podcast with Leo Laporte.)

1. The middle-aged have weaker immune systems that won’t  turn against their own bodies in the “cytokine storm” sometimes produced by this type of virus.
2. The middle-aged lead “more settled lives, enjoying home-life, rather than crowding into trendy bars night after night . . . .”
3. The middle-aged tend to play it safe, no longer feeling invincible as the young do.

I love the idea that my wheezing excuse for an immune system and boring life-style give me a survival advantage.  Maybe.   But, so far, the young seem to be handling the 2009 H1N1 virus much better than they did the 1918 version.  No cytokine storms yet, at least outside of Mexico, and who knows what the real story is down there?  Most of this epidemic could turn out to be the residue of poor medical reporting.

1. Memories of days gone by while I still  have some
2. Health news for folks over 50
3. Baby Boomers in the news who set a good example
4. Baby Boomers in the news who set a bad example
5. Death (the typical result of an excess of aging)
6. Sex (see #1 above)
7. Tech / web stuff of possible use to grown-ups
8. Politics and the economy from a Boomer perspective

I won’t write about my professional interests here (rhetoric, composition, teaching, higher education) except when they intersect with the topics above and might interest a general audience.  Same with my personal life. I have or will have other places for that kind of thing.

What this blog lacks — what all of my blogs have lacked — is focus.  That I aim to correct.

My intention is to focus on the joys of aging.

“Are there any?”  you ask.

“Of course!” I say.

For example, by aging you outlive the people who do not.  Let’s face it,  most of them were better human beings than you are.  Thus when they go you are relieved of the pain of a good example.     Also, by outliving your wittier friends you can steal their best lines and nobody will know.  You also get to declare victory in any arguments you had going with the now permanently silenced.  To some, it may seem childish to one-up the dead.  To them, I say patooey!

Whom the gods love die young — leaving the rest of us to clean up.