You are dirt. Get it?

Posted in Culture of Lickspittle, Decline and Fall at 7:38 pm by George Smith

From Tom Friedman, the exclamation — which isn’t new to him — that you must, from here on out, be supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

Or go to hell.

That’s how it is in his world.

Well, actually you can fail to be be supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. But you should be able to work for almost free, have nothing, get sent to the emergency room because the work place is so asphyxiated and anoxic, or be poisoned or blown up in a superfactory in another country. And like it.

Or you can work for free on Amazon Mechanical Turk.

Yeah, really, there are tons of “human intelligence tasks” on Amazon/MTurk that pay $0.00. Presumably, you’re encouraged to do them so you learn how to not fuck up and can build your HIT number so that your qualifications and experience are enough to get you into the rarefied environs of those that pay 2 – 17 cents per job.

Friedman, in the Times:

In the past, workers with average skills, doing an average job, could earn an average lifestyle. But, today, average is officially over. Being average just won’t earn you what it used to. It can’t when so many more employers have so much more access to so much more above average cheap foreign labor, cheap robotics, cheap software, cheap automation and cheap genius. Therefore, everyone needs to find their extra — their unique value contribution that makes them stand out in whatever is their field of employment. Average is over.

And you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. Last April, Annie Lowrey of Slate wrote about a start-up called “E la Carte??? that is out to shrink the need for waiters and waitresses: The company “has produced a kind of souped-up iPad that lets you order and pay right at your table. The brainchild of a bunch of M.I.T. engineers, the nifty invention, known as the Presto, might be found at a restaurant near you soon. … You select what you want to eat and add items to a cart. Depending on the restaurant’s preferences, the console could show you nutritional information, ingredients lists and photographs. You can make special requests, like ‘dressing on the side’ or ‘quintuple bacon.’ When you’re done, the order zings over to the kitchen, and the Presto tells you how long it will take for your items to come out. … Bored with your companions? Play games on the machine. When you’re through with your meal, you pay on the console, splitting the bill item by item if you wish and paying however you want. And you can have your receipt e-mailed to you. … Each console goes for $100 per month. If a restaurant serves meals eight hours a day, seven days a week, it works out to 42 cents per hour per table — making the Presto cheaper than even the very cheapest waiter.???

Since this was invented by boffins from MIT it’s already much better than the elimination of polio in the United States. I mean, creating an app to rid restaurants of people who already earn crap is a whole lot more cool than giving away a cure to save people from iron lungs and crutches.

Anyway, I can imagine tens of thousands of people who would really like this all the time. All with iKit.

None of whom I ever want to meet. Although I may have actually met a couple in the last ten years. But we knew how to avoid each other from then on.

Which just goes to show Friedman is absolutely right. Eating unencumbered by others with your face down in multiple computing devices is common in lotsa places now. More fool you if you find such people complete boors.

You’re just envious.

Still awesomely on the money, for art.

1 Comment

  1. Bonze Anne Rose Blayk said,

    January 28, 2012 at 7:55 am

    “… and if you happen to knock your drink over into your date’s lap, you can press a button, and HEY PRESTO! Will be prompted with a dialog to determine the extent of the spill, the nature of the substance involved, whether medical assistance is required, and informed that the wait for assistance will be ‘interminable’, because after all we ain’t got no waitrons here no mo’.”


    Before you know it, the “eatrons” will be mechanized!

    – bonzie anne