FAA To Loosen Electronics Restrictions

The New York Times reports that the FAA may soon loosen the rules for reading during take off and landing:

According to people who work with an industry working group that the Federal Aviation Administration set up last year to study the use of portable electronics on planes, the agency hopes to announce by the end of this year that it will relax the rules for reading devices during takeoff and landing. The change would not include cellphones.

As someone who takes magazines on a plane just for the twenty minutes during take-off and landing when I can’t use my Kindle, I will be very happy with this change. But as Marco Arment points out, there are an awful lot of questions that hopefully the FAA will answer. By this report there is no distinction between “reading devices” and phones or tablets. And if reading is okay, what about gaming? Marco points out a hundred questions… and then why the distinction.

Once Upon A Time We Were Running Out Of Phone Numbers

Twenty years ago the papers were hawking a phone number shortage scare. Actually, this went on for most of the 1990s. The first part of the problem was resolved, if I remember correctly, by allowing more than 1s and 0s as the center number in the area code. Suddenly we could have more numbers because 305 area (Miami/Ft Lauderdale) could now split to include 954. Even 800 numbers could also be 888.

But even with this change the numbers were disappearing faster then they could be created. Phone numbers were becoming cheaper so families were adding more lines. Then faxing became popular so lines were dedicated to fax machines. Then the Internet came about and people wanted dedicated phone lines for accessing the web. And finally cell phones required another new number.

Then sometime in the early 2000s the trend reversed and the papers stopped talking about it. [1]

Cell phones first replaced multi-landline households and then started eliminating landlines all-together. [2] Fax machines, too, started to go away as scanners became cheap and built into every printer. No need to fax when scanning and emailing was just as easy. Finally DSL, cable modems and FiOS replaced dial-up modems and those already had dedicated “lines” so the extra Internet line could be eliminated. So we are back where we started — or at least close to it — with people having a single phone number aimed at their cell phones. [3]

I’m going to think about this example every time the TV or news calls for something being a total catastrophe if we don’t do something. Yes, sometimes intervention is required. GM needed government help in 2008 or millions of jobs were going to go away, making a tough economic climate even more so. Yes, if we don’t do something about Medicare it will bankrupt my generation. But many of the small issues, the ones the papers and newscasters love to crow about as if it is the edge of the world, are resolved “on their own,” whether because the problem ceases to be a problem or whether innovation resolves the issue.

The trick, of course, is recognizing the difference and acting (or not acting) accordingly.

[1] The only reason I even thought about this is because I am re-reading Microserfs by Douglas Coupland, my all-time favorite book as a 20 year old.

[2] If I built a house today I’m not certain I’d even string phone line through the house. Why bother? I’d rather have terabit ethernet lines.

[3] Yes, I’m ignoring stuff like Google Voice that technically is an extra phone number per person but let’s face it, that’s pretty niche stuff right now. And yes the original way was one line per household but expanding to more than 1s and 0s as the center area code number solved that problem, which in and of itself was a relic of the rotary dial system that was fixed with technology in the 1960s.

Virality For The Win

Virality is a funny thing. It’s like catching lightening in a bottle.  Very few do it but those that do catch the bullet train. So I am always fascinated by the “science” of virality and studies on the topic.

It’s one depressingly typical minute of the 6.2 million uploaded to YouTube every day: In a Montreal park, nothing much is happening. The camera pans around a clear blue sky, tracing the arc of a golden eagle as it twists and turns through the air. The bird pulls a generous sweep around a large tree, 30 feet or more, shorn of its branches by the bitter frost that hits the Quebec city this time of year. And then things turn from dull nature documentary into snuff film.

The eagle doesn’t continue its elegant acrobatics. Instead, it suddenly picks up pace. The sweep becomes a swoop, and it’s dropping altitude. Eleven seconds into the video, a small boy in a warm insulated jacket comes into frame. He’s sitting faced away, staring into space.

Eleven seconds into the video, you realize what’s going to happen. Eleven seconds into the video, the eagle is 10 feet behind the little boy, and you’re damned if the way the bird’s wings are drawn up doesn’t remind you an awful lot of the way Dracula wraps himself in his cloak before biting. It’s horror-movie stuff.

Except none of it is real. A great read for this weekend.

Startup Identity and the Sadness of A Successful Exit

Jason Cohen is one of my favorite writers. He seems to speak from the same mouth as me, only so much more elegantly. One of his latest, Startup Identity and the Sadness of A Successful Exit, is something I struggle with personally.

My fingers trembled as I fed page 34 of 72 into the fax machine, deftly pressing the head of each page into its creaky jaws so that this shitty cheap-o machine wouldn’t snag two pages at once, slantways, obscuring the precious scribblings adorning the footer of each page where it read: “Seller’s Initials: _______”.

This is what the last six years were all for. All the labor. All the risk. The brave face for the troops. The self-inflicted unflagging optimism despite no evidence to support it. All those sleepless nights worried about making payroll. The care and feeding of becoming an expert in something. The hard lessons you have to recover from learning. The experience you get just after you need it. The inner doubt suppressed for the morale of the team. No salaries followed by low salaries. The “eat what we kill” mentality. The scrounging and scrabbling and begging and fighting the assholes for those morsels of revenue, those crumbs of validation.

It’s over. We did it. I did it. American dream? Check.

The 73rd page spat out confirming the successful transfer of the previous 72.

And then…  sadness.

I haven’t been on the selling side but I have more than once grappled with moving on, with a business that couldn’t pay its bills anymore, but a business I still believed in with all my heart. I hope some day to be reconciling the mixed emotions of selling Infinity Softworks for a hefty profit but know that when that day comes, I will let go with a heavy heart. After 16 years, I am Infinity Softworks, after all, and Infinity Softworks is me.