Reflections on science, technology, and computing — leavened by personal experience


I was five years old when I learned an important moral lesson in the red clay hills of the Arkansas Ozarks.

With a seven year old’s theological certainty, I knew she in heaven, and the preacher did too. The only question in his mind and mine was whether the rest of us were good enough to get there with her. With the bar set this high, the preacher and I both had some serious doubts.

In a world of exponential technological change, with its concomitant social and economic disruptions, it is all too easy for the intelligentsia and technorati to pontificate glibly on macroeconomic trends, demographic shifts and global talent flows while speaking sotto voce, if at all, about the human cost of technological future shock. I confess that I…