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Fight! Fight!

Sebastian Thrun sounds downright triumphalist in his Pacific Standard post about artificial intelligence:

We need to prepare for a world in which fewer and fewer people can make meaningful contributions. Only a small group will command technology and command AI.

Not so fast, says Alan Jacobs, who sees Thrun’s paean to “unprecedented times” as little more than “incoherent vapidity”:

I’m not asking for a detailed roadmap of the future, but just sketch out a path, dude. Otherwise I might think you’re just talking through your artificially intelligent hat.

All things being equal, I think Jacobs wins this round.

Highway 95 Revisited

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I drove to Lewiston last Sunday to say goodbye to a friend. Just two days later, she was gone.

No matter how many times I’ve been down that grade on U.S. 95, I still like to stop at the viewpoint near the top. Maybe it’s nostalgia (I went to high school 30 miles away), or maybe it’s because the austere beauty of the area still has the power to take my breath away. Hard to say.

The next time I stop will be a little more poignant, I reckon.

Word of the Day

postprandial (adjective) Occurring after a meal.

Courtney’s steep decline in productivity as the afternoon wore on was initially thought to be an acute case of workplace ennui; upon further examination, however, it was determined to be nothing more than postprandial lethargy.

Amber Waves

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When you think of Whitman County—if you think about it at all—chances are your mind conjures up images of rolling farmland dotted with the occasional farmhouse, one-horse towns anchored by enormous grain elevators, or John Mraz. And you’d be pretty much spot-on. But there’s also a 300-acre microclimate nestled in the shadow of a massive island of Precambrian quartzite that’s definitely worth a look-see.

The photo above is taken from the 3,641-foot summit of Kamiak Butte. (That’s right, I bagged a peak yesterday. No big deal. What’d you do?) It’s accessed via a short spur off of the main 3.5-mile Pine Ridge Trail, much of which is in the cool shade of towering yellow pine, Douglas fir, and tamarack before traversing a long, exposed ridge. Spectacular views abound, not to mention 130 species of bird, 170 plant, and 30 mammal.

Best of all? It’s less than 90 minutes from Spokane. Check it out.

In Praise of Boredom

“The world into which I was born no longer exists, of course.” Thus begins a thoughtful essay by author Claire Messud in the August 2015 issue of Harper’s. Frightful words indeed, considering that she and I are roughly the same age.

Messud is talking about the stark differences between her and her children’s generations—and the “monolithic” world we live in today:

Now that the very understanding of experience is communal, there’s less leeway for idiosyncrasy, less patience for indirection. These days, if you can’t share a thought—either because it’s hard to articulate or because it would take more words than a tweet or a text will allow—you might as well skip it.

Messud’s essay is no curmudgeonly cri de coeur against technology, however. It’s a desire to “show the wisdom of restraint.” After all, she concludes, “if you attend thoughtfully to what you already have, you need nothing more.”

From SFCC to HCKA

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Since this blog is accompanying a news release about helveticka’s wonderful new hire, Morgan Lynch, it seems appropriate to stick to a theme related to her alma mater, Spokane Falls Community College (SFCC). I’m a graduate of SFCC, as are both Linda and my associate and senior designer, Shirlee. Over the years, we’ve had several Falls students wander through our doors, mostly as interns but a few as staff members. Even the firm’s co-founder, John Mraz, spent several years teaching at SFCC. (It’s where we first met.)

The photo above is of the rarely seen front and back covers for the 1981 SFCC design student portfolio booklet—featuring all eleven graduates—designed by one Chuck Anderson just a few years before the moniker “CK” took hold. Those were the days when a steady hand for drawing was extolled as much as one’s design skills. And when tracing paper was your best friend.

New Music

I’ve long eschewed the music of Philip Glass, in part because it’s always sounded so…pedestrian. He’s the classical-music composer you listen to if you don’t like classical music; the minimalist who represents everything that’s wrong with minimalism. (Yeah, I know: it’s pure snobbery on my part. Whatever.)

So how’d I end up purchasing this? Two reasons: (1) pianist Bruce Brubaker, who regular readers may remember from Part 1 of 2014’s The Year in Music, and (2) this NPR story, which lets you listen to all 17 minutes of “Mad Rush,” the centerpiece of the album.

While I’m not quite ready to join the Philip Glass Fan Club, I have to admit that Brubaker’s contemplative approach to the music—not to mention the intimate quality of the recording (every once in a while you hear the unmistakable creak of wood, presumably from Brubaker’s piano stool)—have me reaching for Glass Piano far more than I ever thought I would.

Need more convincing? Take a listen to “Metamorphosis 2” and tell me it isn’t breathtakingly beautiful in its simplicity.

Quote of the Day

The poet, novelist, and essayist Philip Larkin, in an album review for The Daily Telegraph in 1965:

I’m afraid I poached Bob Dylan’s “Highway 61 Revisited”(CBS) out of curiosity and found myself well rewarded. Dylan’s cawing, derisive voice is probably well suited to his material—I say probably because much of it was unintelligible to me—and his guitar adapts itself to rock (“Highway 61”) and ballad (“Queen Jane”) admirably. There is a marathon “Desolation Row” which has an enchanting tune and mysterious, possibly half-baked words.

Here are the lyrics to Dylan’s masterpiece.

Flush with Trivia

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If you travel south along US 195 toward Colfax, you’ll eventually come upon the Horn School rest stop. Now I don’t normally talk much about rest stops, especially in a family blog, but this one is special. A recently installed interpretive sign we created for Avista—featuring information about the nearby Palouse Wind farm—may now be considered one of the area’s highlights.

With a little help from our illustrator friend Don Baker, the sign provides rest stoppers with information and trivia about the wind farm, the energy from which is purchased by Avista. From the sign, you can actually see the turbines themselves off in the distance.

And speaking of trivia, did you know that the Washington Department of Transportation calls these rest stops “safety rest areas?” And that they record flushes at each one to gauge traffic? Horn School hits about 225,000 annually—more than 600 every day.

In God’s Country

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I’m not from around here, so I don’t have the advantage of multigenerational lake cabin ownership. And since CK pays me in Valpak coupons and day-old Hostess Fruit Pies, I can’t afford to buy waterfront property. So when people talk of “going to the lake,” well…it’s only my strong moral compass that stays my hand and prevents their swift and merciless death—especially now that I’ve experienced for myself the jaw-dropping beauty of Priest Lake’s Huckleberry Bay. So, yeah. I get it. For your own safety, though, you should probably just keep it to yourself.

Mumm’s the Word

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On a recent wine tour in Napa, Linda and I had an opportunity to not only taste some of Mumm Napa’s award-winning sparkling wines, but also take in their exhibit of twenty-seven gelatin silver prints created by Ansel Adams. Titled Poetry of Light, the collection is on loan from the Adams family.

In 1980, President Jimmy Carter awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom to Adams, saying, “Drawn to beauty of nature’s monuments, he is regarded by environmentalists as a monument himself, and by photographers as a national institution.”

I’m sorry. You were saying…?

I spent much of the holiday weekend reading Neal Stephenson’s science fiction epic Seveneves. There’s a lot to love about the book, not the least of which are little gems like this:

“He had had many conversations during his long life. Some were fascinating and stayed with him more than a century later. Others were less so. As a younger man he had tolerated those as part of the cost of doing business—a sort of tax that all people must pay in order to take part in civilized society. When he had turned one hundred, he had decided to stop paying that tax. Henceforth he would engage only in conversations that really interested him…”

So, I guess the question is, do I have to wait until I’m one hundred? Because I’ve pretty much already started.

Sasquatch Sighting in B.C.

A boat, a beer, a solid BBQ, and good people around me is how I like to spend the summer holidays, and this 4th of July was no exception. But even with all these things on the agenda, we still managed to take a quick detour to…Canada! I admit, our patriotic timing isn’t perfect. (We started and ended the day in the U. S. of A. but took a quick trip across the border to Columbia Brewery in Creston, B.C.)

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After some amusing vintage commercials (consider yourself warned: standard definition television is worse then you remember), we took a tour of the facility and learned about the process of brewing liquid gold. Two free beers and some chit-chat about which were our favorite vintage cans later, we headed back across the border for a family-filled evening of food and a perfect sunset.

For one more gem of advertising history, click here.

Mr. Jones Retires

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I’ve had the good fortune of working with a lot of great people over the course of my career. One of them is Brian Jones, a print sales rep I’ve known for more than 30 years. Brian just retired as sales manager at Lawton Printing. An official celebration was held in his honor last Thursday, when the photo at top was taken (L to R: Darin Klündt, Brian, and John Mraz).

The photo below, on the other hand, was taken way back in March of 1986. That’s me, at right, pointing out several flaws during a press check. You know—just another designer making life miserable for the printer.

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Thank you, Brian, for all the support you’ve provided me on countless projects during your long and distinguished career. And for all the crazy press checks you’ve endured. (Not just mine, either. You know who I’m talkin’ about.)

New Music

Somehow I missed last year’s Taming the Dragon by Brad Mehldau and Mark Giulana. Thankfully, my son came to the rescue. I’m just gonna get out of the way and let you listen to the title track. (Some NSFW language here and there, so don’t play it around your mom.)

More from my daily playlist:

Gary Peacock Trio, Now This
Bruce Brubaker, Glass Piano
Matt Berry, Music for Insomniacs
Milford Graves & Bill Laswell, Space / Time • Redemption
David Torn, Only Sky

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