Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Super Crunchers
I've been reading up on Super Crunchers because its a possible career (given my area of study). Its scary. It makes me wonder...am I the good guy or the bad guy?
Gathering terabytes of information to create an algorithm that can predict the consumer's every move? I can be the person who knows more about the consumer than the consumer knows the consumer.
consumer...cone swoon her...own 'Boomer'(?)
As they say, the era of free lunches is over. rats.
Machines are replacing humans. Again. But not without consequences...
So I guess all of the 'reservation and transportation ticket agents and travel clerks' must have committed suicide in Dublin. As a result, you check your own baggage via computer and conveyor belt. Each little conveyor belt towed your luggage through a large opening in the wall where you could see a giant conveyor belt that collected all the bags from all the little conveyor belts. (whew!)
The women next to us in line looked hesitant and confused. Nonetheless, she hauled her suitcase onto the belt. Then she changed her mind.
In a panic, she threw herself at her belongings in an attempt to rescue them from Bangkok, Tokyo, Tobolsk, Cairo ... God knows where. Unfortunately, she underestimated the power of the belt.
It gobbled her up! She struggled to escape, but the odds were against her. Caught off balance and without the proper footwear, her heavy bag held her down and the belt was too fast and too strong for her.
I'll never forget that face. The look of death. This is the end.
Luckily, my ever caring sister Maddy happened to be nearby. The woman frantically grabbed Maddy's arm in the same way a drowning victim pulls down another swimmer. Death does funny things to us sometimes. (The Grim Reeper is just a riot! (See Jim Carrey's "In Living Color" ))
Maddy held her ground though and pulled the woman to safety. The woman was so spooked she didn't even speak. A clerk eventually arrived to whisk the woman away safely to a line that was out the door. It consisted of all the people who had come to a disagreement with the computer clerk.
The line was for the single station that was still old school, complete with a flesh and blood reservation and transportation ticket agent.
Gathering terabytes of information to create an algorithm that can predict the consumer's every move? I can be the person who knows more about the consumer than the consumer knows the consumer.
consumer...cone swoon her...own 'Boomer'(?)
As they say, the era of free lunches is over. rats.
Machines are replacing humans. Again. But not without consequences...
So I guess all of the 'reservation and transportation ticket agents and travel clerks' must have committed suicide in Dublin. As a result, you check your own baggage via computer and conveyor belt. Each little conveyor belt towed your luggage through a large opening in the wall where you could see a giant conveyor belt that collected all the bags from all the little conveyor belts. (whew!)
The women next to us in line looked hesitant and confused. Nonetheless, she hauled her suitcase onto the belt. Then she changed her mind.
In a panic, she threw herself at her belongings in an attempt to rescue them from Bangkok, Tokyo, Tobolsk, Cairo ... God knows where. Unfortunately, she underestimated the power of the belt.
It gobbled her up! She struggled to escape, but the odds were against her. Caught off balance and without the proper footwear, her heavy bag held her down and the belt was too fast and too strong for her.
I'll never forget that face. The look of death. This is the end.
Luckily, my ever caring sister Maddy happened to be nearby. The woman frantically grabbed Maddy's arm in the same way a drowning victim pulls down another swimmer. Death does funny things to us sometimes. (The Grim Reeper is just a riot! (See Jim Carrey's "In Living Color" ))
Maddy held her ground though and pulled the woman to safety. The woman was so spooked she didn't even speak. A clerk eventually arrived to whisk the woman away safely to a line that was out the door. It consisted of all the people who had come to a disagreement with the computer clerk.
The line was for the single station that was still old school, complete with a flesh and blood reservation and transportation ticket agent.
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