Jul 18 2006
Real Conservationism
I am probably an environmentalist’s worst nightmare. I drive a car that has sufficient horsepower to outpace a couple of hamsters running in a wheel and it isn’t a Volvo estate, a car which is only environmentally justified because they’re usually giant rolling billboards for a collection of eco-aware bumper stickers.
I don’t spend time picking my trash into separate neat piles; call me crazy, but my mother raised me not to play with garbage.
I was angry when they outlawed fox hunting because now I have to play Roadkill Obstacle Course every time I drive down the A286.
I don’t believe in global warming, or at least the man-made kind. I believe we’re having a hot summer, the best thing that ever happened to the bottled water industry since someone figured out how to spell “naive” backwards - however temperatures throughout history have risen and fallen. At some point in the distant past, temperatures rose so high that 90% of life on earth was wiped out. But that was well before humans were here.
I don’t get all gooey for endangered species either. I believe Canadians should be free to kill baby seals lest our friends from the Great White North turn into homicidal maniacs due to the tedium of the long winters, and out of general principles: anything cute enough for the cover of a greeting card deserves to have its lights put out. Furthermore, as John Maynard Keynes said, “In the long run, we’re all dead.” We’re all extinct too; the dinosaurs became extinct and no one over the age of 7 is crying about it.
Now that I’ve said enough to make every Greenpeace activist want to take up arms, or bongs stuffed with marijuana against me, perhaps I should explain where their views kind of, sort of, maybe coincide with mine. When the greens actually get off the patchouli and start speaking to humans instead of dolphins, they have an important point to make about waste.
Being against waste is not necessarily a green point of view. People who were against waste used to be called thrifty and practical. During World War II, this prudence was expressed in the British slogan, “Make do and mend”. Don’t throw something out that might have a utility, find a re-use and make do, in other words, recycle before you put something in the garbage, not after. In a modern context, Linux is the perfect “make do and mend” operating system. Rather than having to dispose of an old PC, and deal with the associated costs of the metals, plastics and composites being either disposed of or recycled, one can continue to make do with what one has. Windows and Intel, on the other hand, want you to pack the old PC in and get a new, more powerful one to run Vista, with the costs of disposal and the creation of a new PC associated with it.
So why isn’t Greenpeace talking about this? Why does the Sierra Club’s web server run on Windows? Why isn’t the Microsoft campus filled with hippies protesting the imminent arrival of Vista saying, “Hey ho, hey ho, Aero has got to go”?
Perhaps it’s partially because many of the costs are invisible. Seated at one’s desk, a nice neat computer doesn’t appear to have much in terms of environmental implications; it’s difficult for the average person to connect that PC with the costs of mining, petrochemicals and transport. It’s much easier for them to make environmental connections with exhaust that is coming out of their old Ford Escort.
A more cynical reason may have something to do with Bill Gates being the world’s leading philanthropist, in terms of raw financial power anyway. While there is no direct evidence to suggest that environmentalist organisations are avoiding criticising Microsoft (and Intel), it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that direct opposition to the waste inherent in the Wintel model might make Mr. Gates upset, and thus jeopardise a potentially rich source of funds.
Certain greens might take umbrage at that suggestion and say, “Are you daring to suggest that we are corrupt?” Nah, not really, I’m suggesting that you’re human. 9 times out of 10, people will do what is expedient rather than what is principled. The same goes for organisations, no matter if they ensure they only stock fair trade muesli in the office kitchen.
The truth is, people have gotten used to waste, even in our environmentally sensitive times. We don’t think of recycling before we separate our trash; we’ve lost the “Make do and mend” mentality of our forebears, which ensured that we extracted every last scrap of value out of what we buy before we disposed of it. It’s only in rare instances where that mentality survives.
More than likely, people will continue to be wasteful. It’s never been “cool” to be thrifty. Maybe the Greens, with their access to so much of pop culture would like to change that, but I doubt it. Besides, Tracy Chapman singing “Make do and mend” would probably be a horror to behold. Still, those of us who are labouring in the bowels of information technology will do our best to practice real conservationism, even if outside of technology we’re as eco-insensitive as, well, me.
Yesterday, after I finished building a custom desktop PC and had it working beautifully with Ubuntu Linux, I decided to do some sums on how much more the system would have cost me if I used Windows software instead.
I got approval from Group IT for my little project to build my own Linux desktop PC for my office. The parts arrived today. The good news is that I have it up and running after a few hours work; the better news is that a secondary experiment, trying to select components that are instantly detected by Ubuntu succeeded, including the wireless network card.
I am a “24″ junkie. “24″, for those who are not aware, is a television show starring Kiefer Sutherland, and each season (there are 5 so far) focuses on a day in the life of Federal agent Jack Bauer. The show is remarkable not only because of its peculiar “hour by hour” format (i.e., each episode represents an hour in a single day), and Jack Bauer’s seeming iron bladder (not once does he stop for a tinkle), but also because it provides a lesson to all those watching: never, ever say “things couldn’t get worse”. In “24″, things getting worse is a way of life.
A short story which I’ve written is now available for download. The story is entitled “Diary of a Narcissist” and it is loosely based on my experiences in the technology industry - I’ve worked for some pretty bad companies and had some fairly horrendous bosses. I’ve put together a story which shows the distorted thought processes of these people by combining their insanity into a single fictional mass of ego and mania.
My favourite science fiction author is Frank Herbert, the creator of the Dune series of novels. The philosophical themes he embeds in his intriguing stories are most compelling: three of most important of these are, first, we should not allow computers to do our thinking for us, and second, conformity is to be avoided, and finally, predictablity is death.
I’m originally a Londoner, but I always wanted to move to the countryside, particularly after seeing how the other half live in December 1997. I was visiting a software firm; their offices were located in the middle of Dorset. I had to drive for hours on winding roads to a tiny village located in the middle of a small valley. The offices were above a pub and they had a T1 line. The fellow who ran the company, an ardent Linux advocate, excused himself at the end of the meeting by saying:
It’s long been the tactic of fascist dictators to claim that their nations were the injured party in any dispute. Italy used a minor border fracas between Italian Somaliland and Ethiopia as a pretext for invading the latter in 1935. Prior to the Second World War, Hitler claimed he was only re-uniting long-suffering Germans when he swiped Austria and the Sudetenland.
Not every moment in life is meant to be exciting. For every thrill ride, there is a long wait in line at the Post Office. For every gripping episode of “24″, there’s a documentary by Fred Dibnah talking about steam engines. For every Italy, there’s a Switzerland.
I am not a big fan of the European Union. My first encounter with the institution was in 1994, when I visited the Commission headquarters as part of a student group. The facilities were extremely impressive; the offices were very plush and modern. The air conditioning was so powerful that it made the place virtually arctic on what was a hot summer day. I suppose I was somewhat awed by it all, but then I realised I was paying for it through taxes on my meagre student job wages. By the time I left, after I had seen their deluxe coffee making facilities and sat in their comfy chairs for half an hour, the word “bastards” was springing to mind in staccato bursts.