Jobs for Everyone

Traveling abroad as I have been recently, combined with reading as many of the news blurbs on jobs and the economy (foreign and domestic) as possible, has given me a new perspective on the Future of Jobs in America.

And it's hopeful ... but with a pretty big 'Gotcha'

The World will need us to Work - there is simply no way as large and capable a workforce as in the US can be idle without hurting the World Economy.

US workers are innovators: whether it's to make our jobs easier, or to make more money, or both, we tend to create new ways to do things rather than repeat the same process over and over. This can increase productivity which means we are valuable.

We Live to Work. Not all of us, thankfully, since that would be boring, but American culture is still immersed in Work-as-Identity-as-Life. This keeps us working all the time - not always efficiently, but all the time, and that can boost productivity, which makes boardroom work metrics presentations look good.

So American Workers will still be needed ...

But here's that Gotcha. Actually there are three:

(1) Our schools may not be capable of producing enough well-rounded, capable people equipped to be flexible in the future workplace. And flexibility will be required.

(2) There may not be enough jobs available for every willing US worker. And worse, there may not be a viable support system for those who want to work, but can't find employment (and yes, I do mean even less viable than we have now ... )

and;

(3) The jobs we do get may be harmonized over a global economy, and may not support our accustomed standard of living. (There are good aspects to this, though. Think about it.)

The Future of Jobs in America is both bright and stark. Bright because there will be a need for us in the Global Economy; stark because there won't be Jobs for Everyone, and the employed will be judged and compensated on a balanced world scale, with all the changes that implies.

Good Luck to Us All

Binned Laden

Monday morning in Bangkok, the English-language version of 'The Nation' shouted the news '...World on Alert', which got my attention immediately. It only took a few moments more for the wheels to crank until I recognized why the World was so alerted - Osama bin Laden had been killed by US forces inside Pakistan. Way inside Pakistan. Killed. And his body dumped at sea. After Muslim funeral rites.

My faculties could barely stand the wave of contradictory emotions and thoughts crashing around in my noggin.

Like most people around the World, I am happy the man is no longer the leader of a deadly terrorist organization. I am also not broken up that he was killed rather than captured. But a part of me is a bit ashamed at our Country for implementing a national policy of assassination. Watching throngs of gleeful celebrators on the news later only added to the uneasiness.

Should we be celebrating anyone's death - even bin Laden's? If his death was necessary, so be it, but why make a Holiday of it? And apart from the questionable morality of the celebration, I am also leery of the precedent this may set for the future. Licensed national hit squads anyone? (OK, I hear some of you whispering this is already the case, but I'm talking overt here, not James Bond stuff). This smacks of cartel behavior, not that of a democratically elected government.

But the deed has been done, and there are many who have good reason to be happy bin Laden is no more. President Obama is happy. This will lift his credibility with the hawks ahead of the election, and more importantly, make him look like he's won something to the general public. (A feeling of 'winning' is definitely lacking in Afghanistan). I'm not too sure George W. Bush is happy; he says he is, but there must be some regret that it didn't happen on his watch. Not that he appeared to try that hard. (The bin Laden family was close with the Bushes, before 9/11 at least)

And now, just as with Saddam Hussein, bin Laden the evil terrorist will fade to vague memory (more so, since he's been hidden for so long already). But the problems of Al Qaeda and terrorism in general will persist.

And we've opened another can of worms too: what to do about our 'ally' Pakistan? Certainly someone in that country harbored bin Laden, right?

I am inclined to forgive on this issue. Pakistan is not a small country, and there are lots of factions with complicated loyalties. America has many partners within this fractious cultural soup, but enemies too. Determining who you can trust with really crucial information is difficult, but so is assigning blame. It appears the Obama administration is trying to strike the appropriate stance by shutting out the Pakistani's before and during the mission, while publicly lauding their assistance over the years with intelligence that made the assault possible. Media scrutiny is turning this stance into more of a high-wire walk over the Grand Canyon, but I admire the administration for trying it.

And we did send bin Laden off with some ceremony: a Muslim funeral at sea. Odd that we'd shoot him dead (unarmed the reports say) yet respect his religious beliefs. The burial at sea, we are told, was needed to honor the muslim requirement that the dead be buried within 24 hours. Honorable, then, what we did.

Convenient too, though, and that self-servingness takes a smidge off the honor. The actions also feed into conspiracy theories; like one that bin Laden is really alive and in custody, renditioned to some godforsaken part of the world like Newark, or Bakersfield. Being forced to listen to Lady Gaga and watch 'Married with Children' reruns until he spills his guts on every connection Al Qaeda has ever had. After all, why would you kill bin Laden when you could force him to betray every terrorist cell in his network?

But never mind any of that, our great nemesis is gone (it appears). Will the national angst return to pre-9/11 levels? Will the eternal orange terrorism alert drop to yellow, or even green? Will regular airport irradiation no longer be necessary?

I surely hope so ...

Bye-Bye bin Laden. Good Riddance to a nasty little human black hole.

Bangkok Dangerous

Borrowing a title from the less successful remake of what (I hear) was a good film may seem desperate, and it is.

I just couldn't come up with anything better to describe this sprawling, vibrant, discordant city.

Bangkok is dangerous, but not for fear of personal harm - at least no more so than Mexico City, or Los Angeles even. This alternate City of Angels is dangerous by the way it changes your view on the World. It's dangerous by virtue of forcing you to experience the gulf between wealth and poverty prevalent in this part of the globe. It's the same gulf that exists in the US and Europe, but it is stealthier in those places. Here in Bangkok it's right upon you and unmissable.

Visiting Bangkok, and more especially if you venture outside the city to other regions of Thailand, you realize how central this land and it's people are to the Asian economy. And we all know by now just how important the Asian economy is to 'western' countries.

But even more than economic impact, Bangkok looks and feels like a cultural nexus; a place where problems will be met and solved, if they are to be solved at all.

And that is why this city is 'dangerous'. If events go wrong here there will be repercussions across the region, and perhaps the World.

Phonely

Since the dawn of the new electronics-as-umbilical age, I have only been SWAP (Stuck Without A Phone) once. I left my mobile phone in my car at the Catalina Express dock in Long Beach and had to spend a weekend in Avalon incommunicado.

Tried to use a pay phone lately? Good Luck finding a working example.

Today my daughter called to tell me she'd left her cell phone in our car when I dropped her off at the airport. She'll be spending the next two days SWAP, and Phonely.

For those of you out there old enough to remember living the 80's as grown-ups (or at least as fully-fledged teenagers), you can appreciate both the despair and the risibility of being Phonely. Our modern model of constant communication provides a reassuring sense of safety and connectedness, so when it fails we feel more acutely alone than we ever would have felt in the 80's pre-cellular World, where disconnection was the norm and as a result not scary.

Just like, as children, we once could spend an entire summer's day playing on our own, or with kids our age, without our parents getting alarmed (until you missed dinner), we once could spend hours a day without even thinking about phones; without feeling compelled to call, or be called.

Now, with mobile phones as the crutch without which we can barely function, the loss of connectivity is as keenly felt as being stranded on a desolate highway with a broken car. More so, since if our car broke we could always use the mobile to call for help.

In a very real sense, life here is emulating art: in our cellular mobile hyper-connected World, we are becoming hive mind Borg, requiring the constant contact of other minds; abhorring the independence of even transient solitude.

And Phoneliness is the result when connectivity fails ...

(So DON'T forget and leave your phone in the car!)

Oh, Mexico

Leaving my hotel, located cheek by jowl to the US Embassy, I jumped in the waiting black SUV and rolled into some of the worst traffic it's possible to experience outside of Moscow, Rome, or Sunset Blvd in Beverly Hills at 5 on a Thursday.

As my driver inched (millimetered?) us along the Place de Reforma and onwards to our ultimate destination, my mind wandered (as it will when it has an hour of forced inactivity to kill): what would it be like to live in this city? How much does one of those nice three-story townhouses in the Palanco cost? What? Too much! What about something cheap in the suburbs? A shack near the waste dump? Renting?

It's not like I'm planning to become an expat in Mexico. After all, the only Spanish I know is what's on the menu at El Torito. It's just I can't help wondering what it's like to live in places I visit.

And the sheer size and importance of Mexico City makes that wondering more intense. After all, what the Cuidad is today, Los Angeles might be tomorrow. Actually, chunks of LA are already like Mexico City, absent the beheaded corpses and interesting architecture.

Strike that next to last comment. There were no headless victims in MC. That carnage is further north, or further south, or somewhere other than the capital. It's hard to imagine anyone getting enough privacy to behead someone in Mexico City.

But the architecture is interesting. Mostly because I couldn't believe any of it was still standing is such an active earthquake zone. There it was, however, either putting the lie to the idea that 17th century building techniques were inefficient, or testifying to the patching power of cheap cement and a little stucco.

But I digress. My driver got me to my destination. I worked - in a tough situation - with some of the nicest people I have ever met, and then I was safely deposited back to my hotel.

And as I slept a sleep that only comes after eating not wisely but too well in Mexico City, I could only dream of a bright and hopeful future for that messy but easy-to-love metropolis.

And to it's inhabitants I wish good water pressure, safe commutes, freedom from corruption and gangs, and an endless supply of Zantac.

Radioactive

When will I stop worrying and learn to love being ... radioactive?

Will listening to The Firm's 1980's hit by that name calm my shattered nerves?

Will cookies with a glass of iodine 131 laced milk?

If you have been tuned into the horror show that is the Fukushima Dia-ichi nuclear plant disaster, you may wonder how I can voice concern from 5000 miles away, given the far more dangerous levels of radiation exposure local to the plant. What we are getting here in California is barely noticeable in comparison, right?

Well, maybe so, but it's not my nuclear plant. Neither I nor any other of the 39 million (or so) Californians, and the millions more in Oregon, Washington, and the rest of Western North American (and Mexico), ever received a single watt of power from that facility. We got none of the good, so getting even a little of the bad is a galling proposition. And I'll bet the folks in Japan who DID receive plenty of benefit from the plant's power production still bristle at the contamination with which they now must contend.

You may well wonder if I've lost my reason, given the news releases claiming how low, low, low the levels in our Milk are. Even the Huffington Post got into the act with their rehash of the no-threat claims.

But I stand by my paranoia. In my totally non-scientific but logical assessment, even a little radiation in a form (e.g., iodine-131) that, when consumed, concentrates in a particular part of the body (thyroid), and sits there for up to 80 days frantically emitting a shower of DNA-shattering energetic particles (which might lead to cancer) is not desirable.

I wouldn't be afraid to take a bath in our contaminated milk, but drink it? No, not regularly anyway; except in coffee, which I like to believe has magical anti-radiation properties (don't disabuse me of this notion, please. I need the caffeine, and I like it with milk).

No, I won't regularly drink tainted milk other than in coffee, or the random amounts that may splash accidentally into my mouth while bathing in it - not until Dia-ichi is safely contained and the radioactive clouds stop drifting our way.

Hurry The Day ...

Poetry Break: Do-Over

The Prez is out to Run Again

In 2012

For Hope and Change

(but we hope not the Mayan world-ending kind of change ...)

We praise his choice but fear it too,

since we are having some trouble with trust.

Will Obama version 2 be continuation and completion,

Do-Over, or Bust?

And if the Tweets, Pokes, Likes, and Viral Vids don't carry the day;

If Mr Obama must go away

We will miss his genial grin and earnest look;

His thoughtful mind; his open (check)book

We will miss his naive belief that change can be willed,

or if not, then bought and later billed

Will Obama version 2 be continuation and completion,

Do-Over, or Bust? (It seems a choice between dirt and dust)

Can Republicans do any better?

Not if they drink Tea at their Party

Are there Democratic competitors who may arise?

No, none visible (yet) to human eyes

So I guess we must hope to see

A Re-Do, Done Completely

Go, Go, Mr Obama, version 2

We may be tired, depressed and more than a bit disappointed, but we'll (probably) still vote for You.