Friday, May 31, 2024

Shiva Me Timbers.

Sparkle, our eight-and-a-half-month old golden retriever, has been with us since just before Thanksgiving and I'd say she is already very inextricably woven within the fabric of our lives. Of course, work is still of paramount importance to me--I like money and all it can do for me, and I adore my family and my few remaining friends. But, to be clear, much of my daily routine is Sparkle adjacent.

My long morning walks alone along the Long Island Sound, are shorter walks now, to a small handkerchief-sized spit of beach that allows dogs to frolic even in the summer. When I have half an hour between meetings or seem relatively idea-fallow, Sparkle is usually at hand, biting my hands and eager for a walk. All things considered--two mortgages considered--I am all too happy to comply.

We live on a patch of loam on a cliff thirty feet above the churning Long Island Sound and thirty feet inland from it. Close enough to get hit with the spray during a Nor'easter or the hundred-year-storms that now arrive four times a year. But far enough not to have to pay for flood insurance. As a man cursed with about 47 Yiddish curses (eg “May you be like a chandelier — hung by day and burned by night,”) the location of our former clump of ramshackleization is about as propitious as life gets. Finding this house was the real-estate equivalent of throwing out an old suit and finding two twenties in an inside pocket.

Further, we live along what I call the "Golden Mile." Izzy, a two-year-old female golden lives three houses down with a small fenced in back yard and parents who care less about landscaping than even I do. And just one more house down lives Pickles, another two-year-old male golden, also with a fenced in yard and parents who also abjure topiarial concerns. 

That gives the three goldens an almost literal paradise. There is nearby romping, running, rrrrr-ing and rolling in the wet grass when they're not swimming in the also nearby sea. If there were a tree that somehow grew rib-eye steaks, life would be a canine carnival.

I just got in from a mile walk along the sea--sans Sparkle. She had finished with Izzy moments earlier and had had enough exercise for a while. Besides it was dinner time for her and my wife is in the kitchen which means small objects of culinary delight fall into Sparkle's maw and all is right with the world. 

The thunder and lightning had started when we were in Izzy's yard, and the rain had just begun when I dropped Sparkle off and continued on my mile. By the time I returned 24 minutes later, I looked like a grizzled GI in an old Bill Mauldin cartoon and saw Sparkle looking out the window as I made my way up our short flagstone walk.

Sparkle looked at me quizzically. It's funny how dogs can be. In just a few short months, they can mean everything to you, yet at times it seems like they barely know your name.

"Hey," Sparkle said to my wife. "The fat guy is back."

"That's not nice," my wife lied. Sparkle was hardly chastened. Despite my being soaked and looking worse for year. I was an 18-wheeler's tire that had lost its retread. 

"So are you having Ben's cater his Shiva?" Sparkle said to my wife. "The fat guy, I mean. He looks soaked to, you should excuse the expression, the bone, and what with the lightning and all, I"m not sure he's going to make it."



Again, my wife tsked. But more quietly this time. It seemed to me she was thinking the Shiva over. Would she have to have Ben's deliver from the city, or is there someplace nearby she could call on? Ben's is awfully expensive and without me around, what would she do with the leftovers?

Sparkle chimed in. "I've heard from all my friends, they have the best pastrami. Cut into quarters, the sandwiches are, so you shouldn't look like a pig, you should pardon the expression, if you take three. And a sour pickle and a nice Florentine lace cookie, you know the ones I mean."

My wife tsked again. 

"Sparkle, you know chocolate isn't good for puppies."

Sparkle shot her some puppy-dog eyes.

"How about a nice schtickle of spongecake, instead?"

"The fat guy would like to be remembered that way. Throw in a little cinnamon babka, and we're set."

At this point I had put on dry clothes and went to scribble this dialogue, a sort of living, breathing last will and testament before another lightning strike chased it from what remains of my grey matter.


Sparkle looked at me with her eyes. Adjectivally, descriptions of Sparkle's eyes fall into two camps. Either Cleopatra-like, or more simply "beguiling."

"A little chopped liver. That would be nice as well." She went to chew on one of my shoes, barely glancing in my direction.



Thursday, May 30, 2024

Agency Eye Test.



When I close my right eye and look out at what's left of the world with my left, it's like looking through a dirty window. James Wong Howe was the cameraman on Alexander Mackendrick's 1957 masterpiece "The Sweet Smell of Success." Howe was said to have coated Burt Lancaster's eyeglasses with a light film to make Lancaster look more sinister and impenetrable. That's what the world looks like through my left eye.

Not that today the world needs more help looking sinister.


You can catch a glimpse of Howe's work--and part of a great movie--in this well-worth-watching eight-minutes. I guarantee you'll get more essence from those few minutes than you would from a lifetime of agency meeting rooms and a Tower of Babel construction made up of un-read client decks.

In any event, I have to visit a doctor to have the beginnings of a cataract removed from my left eye. A friend down the block is a retired eye doctor. He recommended a nearby eye doctor do the surgery. Dr. Hwang, I'm told, is well-educated and very experienced. She's done probably thousands of cataract operations.

That's well and good, I thought. 

Educated.

Experienced.

But what if I decided to look to hire a doctor the same way agency holding companies suggest their clients hire an agency or staff an account.

So much for diversity. If you're offering someone $35K for a job in New York,
the employee almost has to have rich parents.


CLIENT (ME):
You know, we only get two eyes--and while cataract surgery is hardly complex, I want someone who's done thousands dealing with my robin's-egg-blue eyes. Paul Newman fans will practically insist I protect what I've got.

HOLDING COMPANY:
We've got some people with a lot of downtime. They can do it. And it'll be cheaper.

CLIENT:
Well, even though they're my eyes, I don't mind saving money. Are they good doctors?

HOLDING COMPANY:
The people with downtime? They're not doctors at all. They're agency media-landscapers and they're slow right now. They can do it. Cataract surgery these days is really routine. 

CLIENT:
Media-Landscapers?

HOLDING COMPANY:
What's more, they'll make your cataracts a part of culture. They'll be playing Dua Lipa on their Beats ear pods during the surgery.

CLIENT:
A part of culture? I just want to be able to see clearly from my left eye.

HOLDING COMPANY:
Probably you'll see better with between 35% and 68% of your left eye. The surgery is scoped for just twenty minutes. We'll get most of it done in that time. Your vision won't be perfect but the price will be competitive.

CLIENT: 
What about the rest of my occlusion?

HOLDING COMPANY:
Oh we won't leave you--or your eyeball--hanging. Your budget opens up in Q4 or we could use your eye to stop clear-cutting the Amazonian rain-forest and enter in it Cannes.

CLIENT:
Enter my cataract in Cannes?

HOLDING COMPANY:
Your award-winning cataract. We're doing the surgery in concert with Verizon, our largest client. They're donating a used scalpel to a diverse community every time someone signs up for a triple-play cataract bundle. It's just $49/month for unlimited dropped calls, bad service and access to 121 home shopping networks. It's sure to win a Lion.

CLIENT:
But if we're out of scope to finish the job, am I walking around with an oozing left eyeball?

HOLDING COMPANY:
Remember, we promised we won't leave you hanging--or even drooping. We'll offshore the remainder of your surgery to the subcontinent. We call it Borderless Ophthalmology™!

CLIENT:
Borderless ophthalmology?

HOLDING COMPANY:
Yes. And you forgot the ™. Borderless Ophthalmology™ takes place at the intersection of Sepsis and Overcharging and Hidden Fees.™ It's ™'d. Don'tcha see, so it must be legit™.

Iris out.

(Film joke. Eye joke. Chef's kiss.)














Wednesday, May 29, 2024

How Noble a Nobel.

I never heard of Nobel-Prize-winning economist Edmund Phelps until I read a review of his recent book in The Wall Street Journal. 

As someone who's spent his entire life as a "creative," and is spending his current "after-life" bemoaning the death of creativity, how could you read the headline and subhead below and not, immediately, post-haste, and right now rush out to buy the book?

A Nobelist calls for creativity. 

Try that on the next junior assistant intern brand manager who's assigned to review your work who comes back with 73 changes in 14-colors and who has successfully removed every shred of likability from your work and convinced his machine-made bosses that spots that open with a logo and a chime perform 1.3-percent better on rainy days in the Atacama than spots that don't.

Second, the WSJ's subhead, which includes these words, which at one time might have described the best of agencies in the best of times. You know, when agencies were independent, profitable, important to their clients and advertising was an actual way to make a living. The words are "vast imaginarium."


Sorry, Dr. Phelps, most businesses today are a Soviet Blandararium--creators and distributors of soul-destroying micro-plastics of pre-processed plasticine pablum that have as much truth as donald trump's marriage vows.

One thing I learned from reading Phelps' book that I never heard before or since is that the concept of "Altruism" is an economic one. Altruism, doing something that gives you no economic return, is sort of an anti-economic theory. From a Adam Smithian point of view, or Frederich Hayek, or my least favorite economist, Milton Friedman, humankind doesn't and shouldn't do anything that doesn't directly and fully benefit the doer.

There's no love in economics. No heart. No soul. No kindness. No altruism. They don't call it the dismal science for nothing.

Here's what Phelps means by altruism. You can see this for yourself if you visit a big city and are out walking your puppy at three AM, or maybe coming home from your weekly sexually-transmitted-disease initiation course. 

If it's three in the morning and the city streets are empty of cars, delivery boys or pedestrian traffic, and you're driving you 6,200-lb pick-up with a 7.3-liter Hemi engine, there's no good reason to stop at a traffic light. You're not going to hit anyone, the streets are empty, and modern American cities no longer have cops out protecting people. They hide in their station houses and today only protect the property of the plutocrat corporate class.

Should you stop at a light, you're being altruistic. You're doing something that does you no good. That actually harms you for the good of society, law and order.

Altruism is doing something that does you no direct good. 

In the current world schema, why do it? 

There's no penalty for being a greedy mofo. It's the path of happiest resistance. You know, "suckers pay taxes," "suckers wait in line," "suckers play by the rules."

We live in a world that's all about gain--without what's usually the concommitant pain.

When I look at the modern world of advertising, I see it's expunged altruism as completely as the Mets have expunged consistent pitching. The mathematicians that run modern corporate advertising entities recognize no economic precepts other than lowering costs so they can increase margins.

Creating a "vast imaginarium," full of books, reels, laughter, art, downtime, decent work-spaces and a bit of quiet-time is as alien as a hotel elevator without piped-in music. Creating a "vast imaginarium" where old-people can teach young-people (that, too, is diversity) where "best-practices" is not the prevailing shibboleth is just not done.

When I was fired from Ogilvy in early 2020, each creative had about four-feet of desk space. The privileged people sat at the end of a row. They could put their spillover on a heating unit. If someone came to your desk and wanted to sit and chat, they could pull out your two-drawer file cabinet which was on rickety wheels and had a top covered with a quarter-inch of foam rubber and fabric for comfort. Thus was the accommodation for working together. 

No vast in that imaginarium.

I realize this is something of a ramble this morning. I am up in Boston visiting my daughter and grandson and son-in-law and it's early. There's no place in this entire city that isn't blaring loud processed-cheese-food music, and no place to even get a bagel or a piece of toast that doesn't enrich an out-of-town corporate behemoth.

There's no trace of authenticity, humanity or altruism anywhere.

Walking my eight-month-old golden retriever in the light drizzle this morning, I thought about opening a small store. I'd call it, "The Store That Doesn't Suck." And I'd probably do a land-office business. Then I'd open then more stores, franchise the idea and get mega-rich until my stores suck, too.

Some years ago at the end of another endless therapy session, the good Dr. Lewis, laid some Leviticus on me, from the Jewish Bible--the books co-opted by the Goyim. He said, "God tells the Israelites not to cut the corners of their fields. They were also not to pick all their grapes when they harvested, but were to leave some for the poor and alien."

I rewrote that to "don't reap the corners of your fields," so it would be tattoo-length. In other words, do something decent for the other person.

Of course, we're only a Christian nation when it jibes with our barbarity. All other times, it's everyone for themselves.

Learn from Terry at 2:10.

Wham.


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The review, sans paywall:

‘My Journeys in Economic Theory’ Review: A Creative Nobelist

After a lifetime of contributions to economics, Edmund Phelps has made the culmination of his work a defense of capitalism’s ‘vast imaginarium.’

 ET

Edmund Phelps in 2006. PHOTO: JUSTIN LANE/EPA/SHUTTERSTOCK

Edmund Phelps is a knotty riddle for taxonomists. In the present day, with thinkers consigned to “left” or “right” on the basis of a few well-worn clichés, some would be tempted to class him as progressive solely on account of his long friendship with John Rawls, the late philosopher-saint of American income redistributionists.

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And yet Mr. Phelps, the winner of the 2006 Nobel Prize in economics and emeritus professor of political economy at Columbia University, is among the most lucid, passionate and original defenders of capitalism. (He is also the founding director of Columbia’s Center on Capitalism and Society.) He disparages European-style corporatist economies as being unsuited to dynamism or innovation. Progressives who’d claim him as their own would do well to remember that he takes a hostile view of the idea of a universal basic income.

In “My Journeys in Economic Theory,” Mr. Phelps declares that it is “disappointing that UBI”—embraced by such modish politicians as Andrew Yang and Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez—“has not received widespread opposition.” The idea, if implemented, “would entice people and their children away from meaningful work and thus from a sense of involvement in the economy—society’s central project.”

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It is this last, humane observation that distinguishes Mr. Phelps from the economists’ tribe, reflecting his belief that the nobility of capitalism lies in the chance it offers for prosperity and self-discovery on a national scale. He calls this phenomenon “mass flourishing,” words that make up the title of his late-in-life magnum opus, published in 2013 when he was 80.

Mr. Phelps will turn 90 in July, and these memoirs—economical of word and sometimes almost bashful—had to be squeezed out of him by close colleagues and well-wishers. They are scarcely as self-revelatory as the recent memoirs of Amartya Sen, another Nobel laureate, reflecting the difference, perhaps, between an argumentative Indian (Mr. Sen’s own phrase) and a taciturn WASP. Mr. Phelps’s first draft—I’m told by those who know him—was full of equations and mentioned his wife only rarely, which was at odds with his uxorious disposition. The elegant finished book, mercifully, has no equations. It also tells us how he met Viviana Montdor, a feisty Argentine who worked as an administrator at Columbia’s economics department, in 1972. Mr. Phelps bummed cigarettes off her for three consecutive days after they first ran into each other at the Xerox machine. On the fourth day, he asked her out—to a concert of Leonard Bernstein’s New York Philharmonic—and they married two years later.

That Mr. Phelps isn’t always celebrated alongside the other great American economists of the past 50 years is an injustice. To him, with Milton Friedman, goes the credit for refuting the Phillips Curve—conceived in 1958 by A.W. Phillips, an economist—which stated that inflation and unemployment were inversely related. In other words, the higher the inflation in an economy, the lower the unemployment, and vice versa. In 1967, both Friedman and Mr. Phelps arrived independently at the conclusion that there is no such trade-off in the long run. Their view was borne out in eye-catching fashion by “stagflation” in the 1970s.

In “My Journeys in Economic Theory,” Mr. Phelps recalls an encounter in late 1968 with Richard Nixon, then president-elect, for whom he was working on a task force on inflation. Shaking hands with Mr. Phelps in the receiving line at a bustling banquet, Nixon exclaimed: “I want to reduce the inflation without causing more unemployment, but [Fed chairman-to-be] Arthur Burns said that’s impossible.” This was pure Phillips Curve reasoning, of course, and Mr. Phelps writes that he “felt this packed room with its long line behind me was not the place to try to convey my thinking on the subject.”

Mr. Phelps has, to be sure, done plenty of thinking on an uncommon range of subjects, as acknowledged by his Nobel citation in 2006. Among the work flagged as seminal by the prize committee was his very first published paper, “The Golden Rule of Accumulation,” which appeared in the American Economic Review in 1961.

He is also lauded for his work on tracing the microeconomic foundations of macroeconomic theory, the roots of which go back to his undergraduate days at Amherst (class of 1955). He had wanted to major in philosophy, but, encouraged by his father (who’d lost his job in the Depression), he took a course in economics. He found Paul Samuelson’s textbook, first published in 1948, “brilliant” but was puzzled by something he encountered in the introductory course: “It was not clear to me how macroeconomics . . . might be connected to microeconomics. . . . There seemed to be a disconnect between the two fields.” The precocious sophomore Phelps was also drawn by “the sense that bridging the gap might make a difference for economic policy.”

Mr. Phelps is a courtly man, and his memoirs are unstinting in their praise for others, including even Mrs. Murphy from second grade at his school in Hastings-on-Hudson, for teaching him how to read. Occasionally—and entertainingly—he bristles. There is a flash of indignation on the page when he describes James Tobin, the 1981 Nobel laureate in economics who had been his advanced statistics teacher when Mr. Phelps was a doctoral student at Yale (a classroom experience Mr. Phelps describes as “not my cup of tea”). Both men were later colleagues at Yale together, but they became estranged after Mr. Phelps published his first book, “Fiscal Neutrality Toward Economic Growth” (1965). Tobin, a cheerleader for government intervention in the economy, never spoke of the book to its author, who had deviated from Tobin’s own cherished ideas. Mr. Phelps writes of him as “the teacher who underestimated me.” Tobin was “pained when someone close to him took a different view. And he had a hard time dealing with it.”

It is apparent in his memoirs that Mr. Phelps wishes to be remembered most for his theories of the past two decades, which focus on the workplace and creativity. He believes that economists are mistaken in their supposition that the reward for work is pay alone. As he writes in “Dynamism” (2020), in America “it is very clear that work is central to a meaningful life.” People at all rungs of the economy “possess imagination and creativity,” and the modern economy is “a vast imaginarium” in which growth comes from “creativity within the workforce.”

Mr. Phelps underscores a connection between economic growth and job satisfaction. He urges economists “not to stop at the standard theory” but to explore an “uncharted realm” of human desires and fulfillments. There’s more to life than capital, mere employment and national income. And certainly more to economics.

Mr. Varadarajan, a Journal contributor, is a fellow at the American Enterprise Institute and at Columbia University’s Center on Capitalism and Society.



Tuesday, May 28, 2024

It Happens Too Rarely.

In any form, whether it's husband and wife, children and parents, art directors and copywriters, company to their workers, politicians to their public, it's very rare for anyone to say they fucked up.

They were wrong.
They over-indexed.
They exaggerated.
They were seduced.
They bought something spurious hook, line and sinker.
They fell for it.

I've worked for 45 years in the advertising business. I can hardly remember five times where someone said to me, "I was wrong about killing that." Or, "I should have listened to you." Or "we made the wrong bet." Or "I backed the wrong horse." Or "that thing we all said would change everything was nothing but a fleeting turd of bullshit."

Usually you hear hedges. Excuses like, "we got out over our skis." Whatever that means. Or you hear like nothing. Because most people are serial wrongers.

You never hear, simply, "we fucked up."

That in itself is a fuck up.

For all the bushwa about transparency most people are as opaque as trump's taxes, his grades in school, his defaults, non-payments, and sundry schtuppings. Oh, and his skin color, his hair, and his weight.


In Saturday's Wall Street Journal, a tech writer apologizes.  


Since the WSJ has a paywall as sturdy as Constantinople's Theodosian Walls, I'll paste the entire thing at the end of this post. If your attention span hasn't been eviscerated by all the pings that surround you and the 450-calories from your "coffee" high-fructose, low-concentration drink this morning, it might make sense to read it. There are universal lessons we can learn from having deceived ourselves.

In fact, as the ad industry once again approaches its Sybaritic Cannes PatYourOwnBack-athon, as it once again pays itself billions in self-aggrandizement while it shrinks another 12-percent, it might make sense to wear some of these deceptions as a frontlet. You know, to remind ourselves that the road to hell is paved with exorbitant executive compensation and financial manipulation. Oh, and lies.

When you see the glossy digital pictures and hear the Vanity from Cannes, you might want to think about this--facts. The data below should scare the crap out of everyone who gives a shit about the future of the ad industry. Marketing budgets as a share of corporate revenue have fallen 40-percent over the last three years. If you owned a deli and PBR dropped 40-percent (pastrami-based revenue) you'd probably wonder if you were in the right business and had a viable path forward. 

All of this will be ignored at Cannes and by the Small Five Holding Companies. Instead they will be awarding their demise, while wearing loafers with no socks and sunglasses at night.



But now, back to the five common mistakes we make and rarely own up to.

1. 
While "Disruption" is a good advertising strategy--this widget will change everything so you have to rush out to get it or be left behind, we've forgotten the steadier, more evidence-based words of Pulitzer Prize winning historian, Barbara Tuchman. 

"The persistence of the normal is strong." In Faulkner's words, "the past isn't dead; it is not even past."

I've been saying for a couple of decades now, let's make our next shiny object simple, timeless human truths. Before there are no humans left. Or truths.

2.
Humans are rational.
When something better comes along we'll grab it like trump grabs pussy. No, we're still humans. We have inculcated over our 4.5-million years since Lucy, certain comfortable behaviors. We're not likely to just walk away, Renee. 

Mims writes "what’s most often holding back mass adoption of a technology is our humanity. A new technology has to fit with the quirky, unpredictable, and far-from-rational set of predilections, needs and biases resident in all of us." For instance, we don't have mechanical cameras anymore, we still like to hear a click. It reassures us. 

3.
Lying to the public is a given. But what we should question (when we get the grinning glow from Cannes) is how are we lying to ourselves. Magical thinking is inspiring. But dangerous. And not a great business or investment strategy. It's worse when the shillocrats believe the lies they're telling. That's when the walls collapse.

4.
Most shit is silly.
Most things "that will change everything," won't last as long as a change of underwear.

5.
Question everything. Refuse. Say no.
That doesn't make you a Luddite. It makes you a non-Lemming. AI customer-service bots and their like aren't good. They're not good for you. They're only good for the people no longer paying to actually help people. Don't be fooled by asinine advents like "self-checkout," "resort fees," "convenience fees," and the like. They're Newspeak for human evisceration. And if you accept it blindly, you're being made a monkey of.

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Say what you will about this blog, I fuck up a lot, and suck a lot. At least I ain't deceiving anyone.


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What I Got Wrong in a Decade of Predicting the Future of Tech

Over nearly 500 articles, I’ve made plenty of mistakes. Here are five big lessons those blown calls and boneheaded pronouncements have taught me along the way.

Christopher Mims

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In 10 years of writing this column, I’ve interviewed thousands of people, tried hundreds of gadgets and services, and, let’s be real, made more than my share of boneheaded pronouncements and predictions.

A decade ago, the S&P 500 was less than half what it is today. Of the 10 most valuable publicly traded companies in the world, only three of them—AppleMicrosoft and Google—were in tech. Today, the situation is inverted—only three of the 10 most valuable companies in the world aren’t tech companies. One of them, Berkshire Hathaway, is so valuable in part because until quite recently, nearly half its stock portfolio consisted of Apple shares.

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The past decade included the longest bull run in the history of the stock market, due in part to the fastest and most transformative rollout of new technologies ever. In 2014, one in four people on earth had a smartphone; today, it’s nearly three in four. Think about that for a second, and all it represents: roughly four billion people gaining access to a computer and the internet.

And now, here we are: It’s the 10-year anniversary of this column. Anniversaries are typically a time for people to get misty-eyed and recount their successes. But after almost 500 articles in The Wall Street Journal, one thing I’ve learned from covering the tech industry is that failures are far more instructive. Especially when they’re the kind of errors made by many people.

Here’s what I’ve learned from a decade of embarrassing myself in public—and having the privilege of getting an earful about it from readers.

1. Disruption is overrated

Why are three of the most valuable companies of 2014—Microsoft, Apple, and Google—bigger than ever? How is Meta doing so well even as people have for years been abandoning Facebook, its core product? Why is Twitter still chugging along, no matter what its new owner gets up to?

The short answer is that disruption is overrated. The most-worshiped idol in all of tech—the notion that any sufficiently nimble upstart can defeat bigger, slower, sclerotic competitors—has proved to be a false one.

It’s not that disruption never happens. It just doesn’t happen nearly as often as we’ve been led to believe. There are many reasons for this. One is that many tech leaders have internalized a hypercompetitive paranoia—what Amazon founder Jeff Bezos called “Day 1” thinking—that inspires them to either acquire or copy and kill every possible upstart.

A Toyota i-Road three-wheeled electric vehicle from 2015. It didn’t catch on. PHOTO: THOMAS PETER/REUTERS

Economic historians have been picking apart the notion of business-model disruption for a long time, and yet hardly a day goes by when a startup, investor, or journalist—including yours truly—doesn’t trumpet the power of a new technology to completely upend even the biggest and most hidebound of industries.

Don’t believe it. In a world in which companies learn from one another faster than ever, incumbents have an ability to reinvent themselves at a pace that simply wasn’t possible in the past.

2. Human factors are everything

Pop quiz: What’s the number one factor governing the pace of technological change?

If you said R&D spending, a country’s net brain power, or any of the other factors experts typically cite, you’ve made the all-too-common error of technological determinism—the fallacy that all it takes for the next big thing to transform our lives is for it to be invented.

I’ve made this error again and again, predicting that we were all about to abandon our laptops, that car ownership was not long for this world, and that, I kid you not, the end of food was imminent. And it’s by far the most common one I see others making, whether they’re C-suite executives, the world’s most powerful investors, or early adopters of gadgets. When something shiny and new debuts, otherwise sober thinkers leap to the conclusion that this almost-there technology is on the cusp of ubiquity. (Elon Musk is possibly the all-time world champion of this particular cognitive bias.)

Soylent promises to ‘take a few things off your plate.’ PHOTO: JOSH EDELSON/AGENCE FRANCE-PRESSE/GETTY IMAGES

But what’s most often holding back mass adoption of a technology is our humanity. A new technology has to fit with the quirky, unpredictable, and far-from-rational set of predilections, needs and biases resident in all of us. People who study how humans interact with technology call their field “human factors,” and one of their primary insights is that we are all hot messes.

The challenge of getting people to change their ways is the reason that adoption of new tech is always much slower than it would be if we were all coldly rational utilitarians bent solely on maximizing our productivity or pleasure. 

Our tendency to be creatures of habit is why electric-vehicle adoption has slowed, and in a broader sense why we’re still so hooked on cars in general. It’s why the Mac is still here—despite my declaration that Apple should kill it off. And it’s why we’re still eating food.

3. We’re all susceptible to this one kind of tech B.S.

Kara Swisher, whose Boomtown column at the Journal was in many ways the precursor of this one, once said on a podcast that when she interviews a person in tech who is hyping their company or product, rather than asking herself how they’re lying to her, she asks “how are they lying to themselves?”

Tech is, to put it bluntly, full of people lying to themselves. As countless cult leaders, multilevel marketing recruits, and CrossFit coaches know, one powerful way to convince people that following you will change their life is to first convince yourself.

It’s usually not malicious. Given the rate at which startups fail, to be a founder of one is to engage in a level of magical thinking that in another age would qualify a person for the sanatorium. Today’s venture-capital backed founders need to have a vision, articulate it clearly, and convince everyone around them that joining up is the equivalent of finding a winning lottery ticket, even if they would have better luck buying an actual lottery ticket.

It’s not just startups, though—tech CEOs have to go through this same ritual every time they launch some big new venture or pivot their company, even though most of those efforts will come to naught.

An unfinished Katerra construction site in Livermore, Calif., after the company declared bankruptcy. PHOTO: SHELBY KNOWLES FOR THE WALL STREET JOURNAL

Early in my tenure at the Journal, I also made the error of buying into someone else’s belief system about how their company is going to change the world. When inventor James Dyson explained why he had faith in a new battery company, I duly wrote it up, and years later realized just how unlikely that company had been to succeed. Ditto when Elon Musk and his cousin Lyndon Rive expounded on the synergy between Tesla and SolarCity, a vision that hasn’t panned out. Equally cringeworthy: my foray into writing about prefab construction unicorn Katerra, which later collapsed under the weight of its attempts to reinvent every part of a complicated industry.

4. Tech bubbles are useful even when they’re wasteful

The amounts of money thrown at startups at the height of the tech investment bubble of the past decade can seem like the kind of folly that only a people who have given up on solving their real problems—war, childhood poverty, climate change—could countenance.

On the floor of the New York Stock Exchange in 2016, I’m wearing Snap’s then brand-new Spectacles glasses, which sported a camera. At the time, the company behind Snapchat was attempting to sell itself as a camera company. PHOTO: CHRISTOPHER MIMS

It’s easy, and fun, to mock the most absurd of these investments. In one of my earliest columns, I asked, bluntly, if Silicon Valley was investing in the wrong things. (At the time, this included a startup that delivers quarters to you, and the infamous app Yo, which did nothing but ping your friends with an alert that said “yo.”)

But pointing out that most new ideas aren’t going anywhere should not be confused with moralizing about innovation in general. Something Bill Gates told Rolling Stone in 2014 has stuck with me. He said that most startups were “silly” and would go bankrupt, but that the handful of ideas—he specifically said ideas, and not companies—that persist would later prove to be “really important.”

A decade on, it appears he was correct. The last tech bubble gave us some deeply unserious “innovations” like Web3 and the metaverse. But it also gave us a fourth industrial revolution, powered by the mobile internet, automation and artificial intelligence, the impacts of which will be playing out for decades to come.

5. We’ve got more power than we think

Having all the wealth and technology in the world doesn’t matter if we don’t have the wisdom to use it in the right manner. Early in my career, I bought into the notion, espoused by science-fiction author William Gibson, that all cultural change is driven by technology

I’ve now witnessed enough of both technological and social change to understand that the reverse is also—and perhaps more often—true. Collectively, we have agency over how new tech is developed, released, and used, and we’d be foolish not to use it. Creating and rolling out new tech without guardrails is a recipe for a world in which tech is as likely to supercharge our worst impulses, as it is to enhance our lives.

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When the self-appointed superheroes of tech try to sell us their vision, it’s often in millenarian terms, and they speak as if innovation were a force independent of the people making it happen. If we believed them, we would conclude that superhuman AI is inevitabledeepfakes and misinformation are unavoidable, and that the erosion of the American middle class is the predetermined endpoint of all automation.

But this simply isn’t the case. For example, China-style mass surveillance and behavior modification may be uniquely enabled by technology, but it isn’t inevitable—it’s a decision by the Chinese Communist Party. And while America still has no far-reaching federal privacy law, years of violations of our trust by tech companies have led to a growing patchwork of laws, regulations, and voluntary changes that have curbed many of the worst offenders.

By paying attention to what’s just over the horizon, my hope is that in our collective, imperfect, democratic way, we can figure out how to use new technologies, rather than being used by them.

At least until the AI takes over.

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Appeared in the May 18, 2024, print edition as '5Lessons from a Decade of Being Wrong About Tech'.