The Persevering Push

Learning music can be difficult. Unlike many other things, there are no shortcuts available. At best, some of us may learn how to “artfully fudge” a hard passage. Or trick the audience into letting their ears and minds fill in some blanks. However, most of the time, it’s hard work to learn my parts. It’s a lot of time and effort spent playing, listening, and pushing through the tough parts.

This weekend I had the distinct pleasure of playing Sibelius Symphony 2 for the first time. Some of my parts were challenging. Although the real challenges came at rehearsal trying to fit my pieces in with everybody else’s. At rehearsals, we rely on each other to have learned our individual parts at home. Then play them right at the right time in rehearsal so we synch up. No amount of ChatGPT, AI, or technological alternatives will help with this process. After all, we’re not robots. We’re people playing music and that leaves an element of variability and sometimes surprise.

This also means I gain skills. Working hard to learn a certain fingering or play a fast passage smoothly means the next time I see those notes they won’t be so difficult. The time invested provides benefits later on. With the technical experience earned through practicing, means I can worry less about hitting the right notes and focus more on the enjoyment of playing music. This allows me to just be in the moment.

Playing Sibelius provided me that opportunity for total immersion and flow focus, again all without any technology. In fact, we’re reminded to silence devices and not have them around to eliminate distractions and ill-timed ring tones. I worked hard to learn my part. During rehearsals I paid attention, listening across the sections so my brain could piece together some of the intricate harmonies, push-pull rhythms, and dynamic meter changes. All while creating an illusion of being in a vast, snowy landscape.

The notes flew by and before I knew it, we were playing the last page! I was so focused on playing my part integrated with everyone else’s I didn’t have time to get nervous about upcoming solos and little exposed bits. We all moved forward together in harmony as people, no AI necessary. It ended up being a lot of fun and a memorable experience, right up there with a Beethoven Symphony.

The 650th Posting

Another year. Another 50 posts.

With Generative Artificial Intelligence now fully embedded in our lives and on it’s way to become a verb, some actions are swinging the other way. Perhaps things are moving too fast and we’re overloaded. This had led to shifts towards a better balance with “Work Life Boundaries“. Last summer some kids created a printed newsletter for distribution. Though I’m sure they used high tech to create the publication, the output was old school. All these stories left me “Longing for an Old Connection” as I’ve been seriously contemplating a landline.

We’ve all become so dependent on apps and services. Companies are expert at roping us in with “The Seduction of Subscription Services.” This makes it hard to break away from anything! It’s curious to ponder the myriad ways in which technology works contrary to our uses. For example, technology affords us the ability to write as much as we want and send it across the world in seconds at virtually no cost. Yet, we choose to economize words for these transient communications.

Equally puzzling was how having access to so much information in our pocket left a poor, defenseless skunk trapped in my neighbor’s window well. For days! As though nobody could imagine the potential of solving this very real, malodorous problem with a simple google search. Luckily I caught wind of the situation before the animal expired. I used my phone to look up services, make phone calls, and send information.

Remembering how to focus on the moment more and my phone less definitely helped me playing in the pit orchestra for the Nutcracker. A squeaky ballet shoe left us “Reacting in Real Time” to a dynamic situation. In October I had a transcendent experience playing Beethoven 6. Finally, on the one year anniversary of my aunt’s passing, I had to rely on memories and feelings simply because we didn’t have a digital trail of our relationship.

It wouldn’t be a true Deletist milestone posting without a couple tips on dealing with stuff. Getting ready for renovations, I took time to thin stuff out. This alleviated pressure to purge, while reducing stuff. Also a post on the differences of “Tidying vs. Cleaning.”

The technombie series took a dark turn envisioning a future time when AI can morph itself to penetrate our deepest, darkest places, though I remain hopeful we’ll continue achieve a better balance.

Snowy Days, Slow Ways

I have to confess I felt woefully unprepared for any of the warnings accompanying the monster snow storm. Namely, the thought of losing electricity put me in a mild panic. Not only are my emergency supplies disorganized, but my skills are weak. Relying on the internet I’ve become soft and pampered. Who needs to remember anything when we can just look it up? Except, if there is no electricity to charge devices, cellular, and wifi goes down… this could be a big deal.

Growing up we all marveled at the series “MacGyver.” The show’s protagonist somehow managed to get himself out of many dangerous situations. He accomplished this by using brains, skills, and anything available to devise a solution. He was an improvisation master. As kids, we often invented our own solutions. We had no internet or readily accessible source of instant curated information. Unless we could ask someone, or knew the answer, we learned by experience. In this way, we developed and retained some life skills.

For example, I grew up with a wood burning fireplace. I watched others build many fires. I helped, or did it on my own, sometimes. However, the thought of rekindling this old, learned skill in a time of need without being able to look up instructions or google something left me questioning myself. Could I really build a successful fire from a memory decades old? I also knew if something didn’t go right, nobody else around me would have this particular skill. And I might not have service to call somebody who would know. I thought of this as one possible emergency measure during the storm, if we lost our heat. Where I live now has a fireplace, which is clean, but unused. Though I’m sure the survival instinct would have triumphed, the over-reliant feeling made me uncomfortable.

This is probably one of the biggest downsides of having access to instant information all the time. We get information overload and this overload prevents us from wanting to fill our brains. Why bother to retain or learn anything if the answer is available anytime?

I’m going to make it a point this year to reacquaint myself with some analog survival skills. That way I’ll be prepared. I’ll be ready for zombies, civil war, climate change impacts, or whatever else might happen in this chaotic, topsy-turvy world.

The Autonomous Vehicle

When I first heard about self-driving cars I felt pretty excited. One of my lifelong dreams is to hire a chauffeur. This has only amplified now that I live in a place where I have to drive everywhere. I would love to have someone drive me at a moment’s notice. I could be dropped off directly at the location. No time wasted looking for parking and fiddling with payments. Best of all, sitting in traffic could be valuable me-time rather than white-knuckling the steering wheel and getting a calf cramp.

Some weeks ago I read an opinion article authored by an ER doctor. After having seen the grizzly results of many, many car accidents, he was advocating for more self-driving cars based on the statistical data provided by Waymo (available here). By all measures, Waymo self-driving cars demonstrate a significant reduction in injury and crash rates. This caused me to think about the expectations we might have about self-driving cars. Do we need them to be perfect? Or do we just need them to be an improvement?

When I thought about it, a self-driving chauffeur to a real human in some scenarios. Robots don’t feel sleepy or let emotions interfere with their driving. They can easily tune out distractions. You will never have an intoxicated or impaired self-driver. This could be reason enough to go autonomous, the perfect DD.

I read another article discussing how some parents rely on Waymo to help with logistics getting their kids around. They preferred Waymo because it was reliable and felt safer. No risk of a creepy, unreliable driver.

On the flip side, here are some of my reservations. Although the data shows a strong safety trend, I feel concerned about the heavy reliance on sensors. In poor weather, I’ve noticed that some of my sensors get confused. For example, driving in an icy rain one afternoon, it covered up something in the front of the car and impacted the braking. Recently, after a snowstorm, the sensors on the side of the car kept flashing indicating I was close to hitting something. I wasn’t.

Somebody hacking into the car’s control system is my other main concern. The information security is almost more critical than physical security when it comes to safety. So… will my next car be self-driving? I’m not sure, but I would definitely like to go for a ride.

Eighties Flashback

I recently started watching “Stranger Things” on Netflix again. Season 5 is available and I still had to watch season 4. Beginning the season, immersing myself in a world that feels so reminiscent of my childhood, a few things stuck out. Namely, I can’t stop focusing on how the kids interact with each other. The lunchroom scenes, the classroom dynamics, hallway excitement, and kids making out next to lockers. Even the bullying scenes all look and feel so different from today’s landscapes.

I think mostly I’m hyper aware that there are no devices. It’s rare to see a computer. Most of the phones are either rotary dial or big, chunky cordless phones. The kids have headphones for their walkmans to play cassette tapes. In some ways, watching some of the kids disengage (e.g., Max) by constantly listening to headphones, feels like a pre-cursor to today’s situation. However, cassette tapes could only hold a limited number of songs. Also, they were heavy and clunky to transport. Chances are, somebody listening to cassette tapes only had one with them at any given time. This is in stark contrast with today’s world. Now we can carry around thousands of songs in a device slightly larger than one cassette tape.

One episode takes place in a roller rink. This is for the old fashioned skates with 4 wheels. It’s the kind I grew up with. I felt excited watching the episode because it reminded me of all the fun times I had at the skating rink. Parties, being with friends, loud music, bright lights, and lots of skating. Watching the scenes, the kids are all interacting with each other. Nobody is huddled off with a device. Nobody is roller skating while also holding their phone to snap selfies or pics of others.

A particularly graphic bullying scene happens here that I found hard to watch. I also thought it was weird one of the kids had one of the ancient camcorders propped on his shoulder recording everything. This to me felt like a weird mix of something that would definitely happen in today’s world, but with dated technology. Growing up, I never saw any kid carrying around camcorders. They were super expensive and heavy. Mostly people reserved them for really special occasions, certainly not an afternoon outing at a skating rink. But other than that, it felt pretty authentic.

The Boredom Gimmick

At some point over the weekend my eye caught a couple stories about people setting timers to be “bored.” One of the people featured had his laptop turned toward the camera with a running clock. The time he spent sitting around “bored” was sped up so the whole video ran for only 36 seconds. His lofty goal was to increase his “bored” time by a minute every day up to an ultimate goal. I actually forgot what the goal was because I felt a little bored reading about it.

The second person aimed to be “bored” for 20 hours. This also included not getting anything to eat or drink to avoid all sorts of stimulation. Essentially, his idea of boredom was to sit around with no devices, no TV, radio, media, food (?!), or anything. For hours.

I’m a proud Gen X-er. By today’s standards of on-demand everything and instant gratification, it probably seems unthinkable how we even managed to pass time and have fun. But when I reflect on my childhood, I don’t recall long bouts of boredom. I think mostly we came up with creative ways to not feel bored. Or sometimes we lounged around reading magazines, talking, and waiting for that one hit song to play on the radio or MTV. Then we would spring into action to record it on a cassette tape or VHS, if we were lucky. The point is, we didn’t deprive ourselves of stimulation to fabricate feelings of boredom.

The irony of these people’s experiments is that engaging with media and scrolling can get boring. All this doom scrolling and constant bombardment of over-stylized, sensationalized posts feels tedious after a while. The Merriam Webster dictionary defines boredom as “the state of being weary and restless through lack of interest.” I have to confess, this is often how I feel after engaging with anything for too long. At times like these, I start longing for a good paperback, some quiet time away from vibrating notifications and beeping alerts.

In my opinion, if these people really wanted to experience boredom, or at least experience it Gen-X style, they wouldn’t need to broadcast it. They wouldn’t post about anything, video themselves, or create a spectacle and media opportunity from “disengaging,” all in the name of boredom. To me, that’s defeating the purpose, but maybe I’m just a little bored from all the hype.