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The Paradox of Labor Specialization

In economics, students are taught about the idea of specialization of labor, probably in their first few weeks. It is a concept that in principle, makes sense to us as people, and seems true on its face, but as we have advanced in our modern world, hardly applies on the micro or macro scale. In fact, the “resource curse” that economists use to describe countries’ economies that rely on a single, or handful of industries seem to fly in the face of the virtue of labor specialization that Adam Smith touts in The Wealth of Nations.

We are taught that it is better for countries to focus on the specialized production of a resource or product, and to trade that product with other countries than to have a diverse economy that produces many goods, and should then rely on trade with other countries to produce the most good for both countries. Similarly, on a micro-scale, Smith uses the production of a number of goods to illustrate the productive power of specialized labor in assembly-line type production of goods, comparing the ability for a single person to produce all stages of a pin, and the ability for a person who only completes part of the pin to perform those tasks on hundreds or thousands of pins per day, increasing their individual productivity.

In our modern era though, we have seen enough specialization that many people have become overly-specialized for their specific work, and that we expect too much specialization from people in their fields. This is in contrast to people who do multi-disciplinary work, which has become more important, but which is still severely lacking in attention. An example of multi-disciplinary work that might be useful would be technology ethicists. To create such a job, you would not only need to focus on classes related to engineering and technology, but also to philosophy and ethics. Computer science is another field which would be a good candidate for broad multi-disciplinary study. As advances in the field of programming make it easier for people to learn how to program, and to easily create more and more powerful neural networks, the ability for those to be applied to other fields depends on someone’s knowledge of both of those fields. A text analyzer for certain literary works would be undoubtedly useful, but would require someone who is also familiar with the type of analysis that the project requires. Both to help determine what exactly it is that they are searching for, but also to verify the results of the study.

On the scale of regional economies, what we have learned is that while some areas produce more or higher quality resources than others, or may be more beneficial for a particular industry, that an economy that wholly relies on a single industry is particularly vulnerable to even small disruptions in economic conditions. Things may of course be good while the going is good for their resource, but once the global winds shift (and they always do eventually), then the course that the country goes down can quickly fall apart (see Venezuela). Of course the solution is to diversify economies, and to, while the going is good, to be fiscally responsible, and to be good stewards of the bountiful harvest, so that when the price of oil plummets because there was a spill, or bad trade conditions, that those most affected can be spared the worst of those effects, and that the country can maintain stable rule over its citizenry.

Now, how would we do that, and where do we do that? First we have to reckon with automation. As automation continues to rapidly get more advanced, we’ll need to realize that many jobs that involve physical labor, or certain types of intellectual labor will eventually disappear. As this occurs, more of the uneducated workforce sector will be pushed into service industries and entertainment. This can be dealt with by encouraging those industries, or also by facilitating more higher-level education for their citizens. High-level intellectual work is also one of the fields that at least for now, that seems to have the ability to provide large returns on investment to an economy.

Even on the scale of the individual, however, we no longer want people who specialize in a single task, since automation could easily put the single task out of commission. Instead, our modern workforce needs to specialize in learning new skills, and a large variety of skills, so that when single skills or tasks are automated out, the worker can adapt to the new work, and not be displaced by becoming obsolete. A person who specializes in a single task is now seen as not being flexible enough in a modern environment which prizes flexibility. Now, increasing access to education would also alleviate this problem, as currently, people who are already behind on the skills necessary to function will continue to otherwise fall further behind. Also changing the types of things that we teach, teaching students to think flexibly, and to put more focus on creativity by fostering cultural and artistic expressions in the public. This would also feed more potential talent into the entertainment segment of the economy, helping us move towards that goal.

To do all of this though, requires a recognition that our education system in the US is not what it needs to be, and that fixing it will require a lot of money, and real effort to overhaul our workforce pipeline. We must recognize that if we do not do this, we risk foreign powers overtaking us in the long run, severe labor mismatches for various fields, and difficulty sustaining growth and innovation.

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A Poem: “Wounds”

I cry, each tear a reminder of the world that once was. I remember it only in secret, because I cannot stop the flow. A life full of regret, and still so young. How much more can I carry before collapsing? Each moment missing out on what I know could be only deepening my wounds with time. Someday promises relief, but remains invisible beyond the horizon. I die a little each day, but still I shuffle onward. My anger turns to bitter sadness, and my machinations are left to rust. What is the point of burning it all if there is nothing left for us? I want to turn a page and start over, but I cannot abandon those who care. The temptation to easy riches pulls me, but who am I if I give in? 

 

Someday will come. 

 

It must.

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The State Of Education Is Unacceptable

Skillshare, The Great Courses Plus, WikiHow, Coursera, Khan Academy, LinkdIn Learning. It seems that every few weeks there is a new learning site to help master some new skill, learn some new subject, or make yourself more marketable in an increasingly skill-intensive job environment. Just getting a degree isn’t enough, you need experience, and even if you have experience, you may not have the right experience. Sometimes people want to learn something new, or refresh an old skill, or catch up on something that they missed, but for a lot of these companies, their model is to supplement the university learning process, with many of them attempting to gain credibility, and possibly even accreditation.

 

It highlights that there is a huge problem in the American education system in our modern era. Our schools don’t teach children the right information for our modern era, continuing to teach rote information instead of more flexible skills that will translate better down the road. We tell our children college is the only way to truly ensure that you have a chance at succeeding in life, but once they finish college, that is if they even finish, all they are left with is crippling debt, and unsatisfying service work, because they cannot afford to do anything else.

 

At the moment, college is just still so inaccessible to so many people. Now though, there is a large labor mismatch in the economy that only threatens to grow wider, and no flexibility in the labor force to meet it. The expense of education has become exorbitant, even in our internet age, when theoretically, a person could study an entire degree’s worth of coursework from their phone, and receive no recognition for their desire to better themselves.

 

Online colleges, such as the University of Arizona Online provide full undergrad courses where one can finish a degree, however, this is still at an exorbitant cost. Even the cheapest option that you can get, without aid, you can still be paying well over $100 per credit hour. Even this amount, which may seem minuscule for some, represents more hours of expense than many can spare. This along with the transportation costs can make college simply inaccessible to some, and for those who wish to return to finish, can present a high barrier to entry.

 

This raises a quite simple and obvious solution, which is to establish a national online university system, with the goal of providing free or nearly free continuing education for anyone who wants it. The ability to gain an education that can allow for them to perform their desired work, better work, or to move from one type of work to another due to automation, will be necessary to successfully navigate the murky waters of the future economy. Of course, this by itself certainly won’t be enough to stem the tide of problems that will be caused by the advances of technology in the next few decades, but taking such a step would not only quickly increase the quality of life for many who desire to be students now, but will act as a bulwark against some of the worst effects of poor economic conditions in the future.

 

A single national online college system certainly would not be able to completely replace the traditional educational institutions that are already in place, but they could certainly help meet some of the demand for education, reducing applications to universities overall, and hopefully causing those increasingly expensive institutions to bring their prices more in line with what students and their families can actually afford. An online national university system would be able to cut down on the administrative overhead that is often involved. Of course, dealing with student tutoring needs could be difficult, as the service would likely become highly used quickly. However, as our ability to create AI has advanced, we should now be able to create AI tutors that can handle most basic coursework, and then still have some number of humans who can handle more advanced needs.

 

Similarly, a national university online, would provide the opportunity to create a new curriculum, and to have an all-digital set of learning materials, further reducing costs to students, as books for a single class, especially those related to math and science can cost upwards of $200 per student. Finally, it will hopefully reduce the power of private interests in education, which at the moment have themselves embedded at every level of the educational system, raising the costs to private citizens.

 

Once again, as I wrap up, it seems unreasonable to me that with how far we’ve come, that this still has not yet become the new normal, and the creation of such a system would help bring the US back up to speed in education with many parts of the modern world that are pulling ahead of us in that department. If we fail to cultivate our intellectual capital, we risk losing out to other countries, such as China, and eventually, losing out to technology itself.

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“The Stairs” – A Short Thing

A fire escape, four stories high, from out of nowhere. It appeared in an abandoned cotton field in south Texas, its corners planted into the ground, pushed into the soil from the weight of the steel rods from which it was comprised. I saw it, and knew that I must investigate this curiosity. Four flights of stairs, towering above, the shadows a grid pattern across my face as I approached. Though it had just appeared, the steel was old, with patches of rust, flecks of chipped steel, and rails with dings and dents in them. I approached with caution, the dried cotton buds crunching beneath my sandals. I reached out to the railing expecting it to be scorching in the hot Texas sun, but it was cold, almost like ice, but it felt wonderful contrasting against my warm skin. I clutched the rail, and pulled my body on to the first step. 

 

I remembered being four, climbing the ladder on a slide. One of the tall metal ones that you typically found in playgrounds in the 90’s, the kind that on a hot summer day become impossible to use because they become scorching hot, and can burn you. It was my first time climbing up a slide this high. I was excited because I had seen other children sliding down, and it seemed like they flew across the playground, landing in the sand that filled the playground, laughing, and rolling through the sand, kicking it up as they tumbled through. I got to the top and looked down, just in time to see the person in front of me flying what seemed like miles from the bottom of the slide. It was a popular slide, and there were kids behind me, already urging me to hurry up, despite my pause only being momentary. I finished climbing up, and sat at the top of the slide, afraid of getting hurt, afraid of what might happen when I hit the bottom. The height, the distance, it could hurt, what if I go too fast? The children were yelling at me to go. I closed my eyes to gather my courage, and felt a push on my lower back as I started to move.

 

My hand slid up the rail, the rough, cool feeling surprisingly relaxing as I took each step. With every step, the structure reverberated, as the sound of leather clapping against the metal rang out. I reached the first landing, and looked out onto the field. I could see the field that stretched so far, it felt like it went on forever. Then I continued upward.

 

I remembered stepping up the ladder to the high dive in my swimming class. I was seven at the time, and it was the final test to be allowed to swim in the deep part of the pool. There was the normal diving board, which was scary to me as it was, but I had jumped from there with little issue. The high dive for our pool, thinking back wasn’t incredibly high. It was next to the normal board, and was about three or four feet higher. I got to the top, practically crying I was so scared. I didn’t have the choice not to go now. All of the students in the class were lined up. Someone at the bottom of the ladder, someone at the end of the board. They jumped easily, and made a decent splash. I moved towards the end, carefully, timidly, afraid of the fall. I was so frightened I thought I was going to pee myself. Now it was definitely too late to turn back, there was someone behind me on the board. I looked around, trying to find some other way out that didn’t involve penetrating the deep waters of the pool. I was being yelled at for being afraid, holding other people back from finishing. I stepped all the way to the edge, and let my toes curl over the edge, to try to grip what I can, to get some sort of hold. I closed my eyes, about to jump, and felt a push as I fell forward, unseeing.

 

I made it up to the second landing, paused once again to look out, this time on the other side of the structure. I looked down and saw my shadow, stretched with that of the tower. I looked so tall like this. Like I was ten feet tall. Of course, the tower looked like it was over a hundred feet tall, as it stretched, like a plaid pillar of darkness across the field, a sundial almost, telling a time, but one nobody could understand. I shook my head, and continued up the stairs.

 

I remembered when I was fourteen. There was a tree in my front yard. It was a tall oak. I knew the trunk so well. I had tried so many times to climb it, but its lowest branches were too high. I knew a number of possible footholds, if I could just get my hands around the lowest branch. I was going to climb that tree. I jumped, and managed to get my hands around the branch, the bark digging into my skin. I swung my legs up to the footholds I had scouted out. They were a series of indentations in the tree, separated in a way that I could walk my torso up the trunk. I swung one of my legs over the branch I was holding on to, and inched my way around, slowly turning my body upright. I was finally in the tree. I moved around a bit on the branches, carefully, so as not to fall. I had pretty good balance, which I was proud of, so I did take a few risks, such as actually standing up, and walking on the thicker branches. the branches leading further up into the tree were thick and stable, so I explored the tree, moving higher and  higher up. Then my mother called for me to come inside for dinner. I yelled back that I was coming, and started to shimmy down the branches. Then I got to the branch I climbed up on. I sat down on it, looking down at the far drop. It was seven or eight feet, and I started to panic. Below me were twisted and gnarled roots that came out of the ground. What if I hit them? What if my foot got caught in one as I hit the ground and rolled? I could twist or break my ankle, even if I just don’t land properly. My mother, being impatient, came back out, and saw me sitting in the tree started to freak out, demanding that I get out of there immediately. I knew I had to eventually, my mother started to walk towards me. I closed my eyes, to gather courage, and felt a pull on my leg as my body slid off the branch, pulled from under me.

 

I was at the top of the stairs. I looked out from the top all around me, and could see the edge of the field, on one side, there was forest, on the other, road, and between those two edges, more fields. The shadow of the stairs stretched even further, now seeming like a monolith, the grid pattern of the steel no longer distinguishable in the shadows, making it a solid mass of darkness. There was a cool breeze, and despite the time, and the hot sun, the rail was still cold to the touch. The top landing was small, with a gap in the railing where one would expect a window to be, or some sort of mechanical lift. I looked down, across the shadow, seeing my own shadow, like a flagpole on top of the tower, stretched thin from the waning sunlight. I looked behind me at the stairs I had climbed, stretching far down into what seemed to be infinity, a metal spiral marking my journey. The landing here was a solid sheet of steel. I took my sandals off, and placed my feet on the cool metal. I looked down into the field, and saw the dried up cotton plants, and the weeds and wondered what they thought about the staircase that had suddenly invaded their territory. I stepped to the very edge, and let my toes hang over, gripping the smooth steel surface. I closed my eyes. There were no questions, no worries, only curiosity and resolve. 

 

I moved my foot, and stepped into darkness.

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A Few Short Poems (NSFW)

“Bucky”

There once was a man named Bucky

Who thought himself ever so lucky

His crush gave him a sucky, 

Then things got fucky

Indeed a lucky man was Bucky

 

“Monsieur”

There once was a man I abhorred
And everyone called him “Monsieur”.
So I laid in wait,
Until he walked out the gate
Then I abhorred him no more!

 

“The NSA”

The NSA can read this poem.
But I haven’t opted to show ’em
They’ve seen all of the pics
Of all of your dicks
Every time you send them to someone

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#LunchPics (A Short Poem)

Just a short poem type thing I wrote a while back, enjoy!

 

The car is dark

The flash is bright 

So my selfies don’t come out just right

 

All of the filters

Each of them terrible

But I try to find the one most bearable

 

Now to upload

Which app to choose

Snapchat and facebook are my most perused

 

Likes and comments

After a day, still not any

So I go and have lunch at a Denny’s

 

A Grand Slamwich I get

A new picture I take

This time I upload my food.