The weather beavers seem bent on destroying us. Every day: thunderstorms. Beginning to make up for this year’s mild tornado season. More vegetables blocking streets this morning than last couple of days – and I slept through it!
Since it is ice cream day I need to ‘hawg’ some tabs so I’ll set in here. First, I note that a robot (sic) has been prototyped to construct hamburgers from components.[Link] I would have characterized it as a robotic assembly line, but that doesn’t sounds as sexual nor menacing as “robot”. And that’s what modern journalism is all about, isn’t it?
This isn’t surprising, I think. After all, the modern fast food restaurant is little more than an assembly line. The components – hamburger patties, lettuce leaves, tomato slices … are all formed elsewhere and shipped in so there is no actually food preparation other than the application of heat to the meat (and the taters.) So automating this activity is eminently predictable, especially now that MacDougal’s workers are getting militant and demanding an actual livable wage.
On which azimuth, this seems a portent of the future where the fraction of the population that is unemployed/unemployable is greater than today and maybe very large. Exceeding recession numbers. So the question that arises is not the automation of services and such but how we are to engineer society to adapt to this. Do we just ignore these people and end up with a highly unstable situation, do we build large euthanasia facilities ala Nazi Germany, or do we get serious about figuring out (a) how to control population growth and (b) assure some sort of reasonable existence for the folks who can’t work either through being broken or absence of opportunity, the latter being the big deal.
Second, [Link] is some work out of Loma Linda U that indicates that humor can be a useful component in maintaining health and recovering from bodily whackedness. Again, not too surprising and again, the problem is that it has been and is ignored. In fact, the medicalist apparat seems opposed to humor. This is not surprising either. Telling someone they are whacked, perhaps unto discorporation, is not a time for humor. But humor absence during less intense periods is not beneficial. I can attest to this from personal experience. After I had heart attack and stents were inserted, I tried to find humor where I could to endure the hurry-up-and-wait of bureaucracy and treatment. The best response I got was stone faced silence. A couple of times I was directly criticized for being frivolous or disrespectful. And none of that improved my attitude or made me feel better.
I was forced to conclude that the medicalist apparat is not as professional as it should be. And yes, I know they are overworked, mostly with local and government bureaucracy. That doesn’t alter the fact that they aren’t doing their best.
But then no one does their best all of the time.
But I do have to conjecture that there are a lot of people working as medicalists not because they want to be good at what they do but solely because it’s a good job. Which is another reason we need to rethink how we manage society and the whole employment thing.
Sometimes it seems that society and civilization, irrespective of capitalist or socialist or whatever, means having lumpy carpets.
And I leave the correlation between hamburgers and medicalists as an exercise for the reader.