I went camping this weekend with one of my best friends from high school. Somewhere between walking the miles and sleeping under the stars I found the time to write 1,500 words. I gave myself the space to explore and be hypocritical. A lot of things I’ve been thinking about over the past few months condensed into tiny thought bubbles. Toward the end of the trip, the heavier ones gained weight and dripped from my pen. I’ve typed up most of my writings here. Some of it goes somewhere, and some of it doesn’t.

Droplets of water forming on the ceiling of a cave we explored.
Droplets of water forming on the ceiling of a cave we explored.

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Suppose a startup has almost closed a deal with an angel investor. The angel produces a thick document which will rewrite the organization’s operating agreement. The angel points to the signature page and says “this is a standard contract.”

If they can’t afford to hire their own lawyer, the startup is in a bad position. You can’t trust someone who says a legal document is “standard.” That’s a big problem.

Less dramatic but analogous situations exist throughout daily life.

Here’s a company I wish existed: A reliable source of boilerplate contracts. Page 1 would be a succinct table of common parameters such as how arbitration would be enforced, payment terms, who handles repairs, etc. Pages 2 through n would be automatically generated based on the first page’s inputs. Any nonstandard addendum would have to be specified on the first page and highlighted on the following pages.

If the company were marketed at people like me, its name would reference Schelling Points. For a broader market, it should probably involve the word “formulary” or maybe “boilerplate.”

This is a tough (perhaps impossible) business to start because it relies on network effects. It can’t be a standard form unless everyone knows it’s a standard form and those who don’t use it are treated as suspicious. For all I know, this business already exists. But I don’t know it exists, so it doesn’t exist. If the business charges people to use its service, then it won’t get the widespread acceptance it needs. If the business doesn’t charge people, then it’s a bad business idea for potentially a very long time.

Perhaps it could work if a well-known lawyer people were comfortable aligning with (not the Kardashians) used the product as a loss-leader. I’m not sure that would be valuable.

Perhaps domain experts like Paul Graham or Zillow could introduce this product in their domains.

Perhaps one of my readers will steal this idea and prove me wrong? Like I said, I’d love for this product to exist.

Last weekend, I talked about sports with a lot of muggles. A surprising number of people were unable to process the sentence “I want Denver to win, but I think Seattle will probably win.” It was as if I had said “I want Denver to win, but how can mirrors be real if our eyes aren’t real.”

I put a lot of effort into segmenting problem spaces. A political issue is examined under “What does my moral code suggest?” “What best maximizes total utility?” and “What would be best for me?”

I think this is a skill worth developing, but maybe it makes sense for some people to not think this way. If your intelligence is regularly tuned to social issues, reasoning like this sounds like bitter griping. “I want to get sushi, but Cynthia wants to get fusion, so here we are.” Better to wrap the decision into one emotional ball of decisiveness, I suppose. “Let’s go get fusion.”

Sports are special, partially because it is one of the few socially acceptable places we are allowed to show unfettered aggression.

We all know aggression is there, lurking in the dark recesses of our minds, but we also know polite society won’t tolerate a mercurial fury. We tame and channel our rage while making outward excuses for our motivated behavior.

Sometimes it’s nice to flex your muscles and let others know the torrential outburst you regularly choose to hold back. In the same way board games let you broadcast your cunning, cheering for sports lets you signal your bloodlust. It’s aggression raised to the level of artistic expression.

I believe in being a complete human. That means living fully in tune with the impolite recesses of my evolution-honed brain. Sports is a glorification of testosterone. May it never change, and may your team ever serve you schadenfreude and signature wins.

crying fan

Or loyalty, if you’d rather use sports to signal that instead.

 

Here’s a modern list of things to do before 30.

I’ve done all but two of these, and I think following this list will make you feel fulfilled.

I want to make an important point. America is increasingly becoming a meritocracy. I think is good. There are far worse things than intelligence upon which to build a hierarchy.

However, there are downsides. In the same way that the French aristocrats didn’t really understand what it’s like to be born poor, modern elites don’t really understand what it’s like to be dumb. We are segregated by scholastic achievement, career success, political parties and suburban subdivisions. The modern elite has no exposure with people of even average intelligence, much less those with double digit IQ’s. Her coffee is prepared by a college student, and she can’t talk to her Mexican gardener.

I think everyone should try coding. It’s one of my two favorite kinds of work. It sharpens the mind and demands a self-erasing focus.

Not everyone can code, and it’s downright silly to put that as item #1. Some will never be able to grok the basics. I’m pretty good at math, but I can’t do word jumbles. We’re born all born with different talents, and the world is dramatically unfair.

We’ve replaced “let them eat cake” with “let them code.” Less than half of America is below median intelligence. That’s kind of scary.

I say this not to praise elites but to humble them. Be careful with your prescriptions. In the back of your head, remember: “I don’t know much about most of America, and I should be careful with my prescriptions.”

mibI recently learned there’s a sleep aid drug which blocks the formation of long-term memories. This is treated as a bug, but with the right framework it could be a feature.

Suppose you had to prove a product worked to a potential client without revealing how a product works. In the modern world, this is accomplished through a complex web of NDA’s, timed disclosures, careful phrasing and trust. Instead, the potential client could take a drug that inhibits memory formation, be shown the complete inner workings of the solution and then presented with a simple form where he can communicate his feelings of the solution to his future self. This portion of the form would have to be viewed by the discloser in order to prevent the disclosee from smuggling out trade secrets. Alternatively, the disclosee could signal his view on the project through a single bit of information.

As a nightmare scenario, the discloser could utilize threats and intimidation to make sure the disclosee checks the right box. To guard against this, the disclosee could have a private key that he puts into a separate field. Maybe “heads” means the disclosee thinks the discloser acted honorably during the meeting. Maybe “heads” means the disclosee thinks the discloser is not trustworthy. Either way, he’s only giving his future self one additional bit of information. For many applications, this won’t be useful.

This could also be used in personal contexts. Give both parties that pill. Confess that affair. Ask that question. Share that fantasy. Afterwards, find out if it was worth the risk.

This idea is probably too weird to be regularly accepted, but I’d like to live in a world where one could visit safe “Memory Hotels” for experiences such as this. Tagline: You forget thousands of things every day. Make sure this is one of them.

Honesty is extolled because you have to pay a price for its benefits. I want the world to be more honest. We should use currently-existing pills to make honesty cheaper.

Sometimes I think humanity deserves to die.

In 1977, a SETI telescope heard a loud and strong signal for all of the 72 seconds for which it was trained on a particular part of space. A possible sender is Tau Sagittarii, a star over 120 light years away. This is known as the Wow! signal.

Interestingly, the signal was at almost exactly at the same frequency at which Hydrogen resonates.

Perhaps this was merely a natural phenomenon or an error in the device. But maybe this was the start of something bigger. Perhaps this a distant civilization, reaching out and teaching us the first letter of the universal alphabet? Perhaps this was a intergalactic warhead ending an alien civilization.

We can only ponder.

All we know for sure is that the signal wasn’t repeated. If you were in charge, would you dare to send a response? Would you cower in silence? Would your curiosity get the better of you?

For decades, we simply stared at the space and silently plead the sound returned. And then, last year, on the 35th anniversary, we sent 10,000 tweets as part of a marketing effort for an alien hunters show.

10,000 tweets.

The self-congratulatory segment is on YouTube. One of the tweets that popped up said “John 3:16.” Good job, anonymous proselytizer. I’m sure the aliengs will go to their space bibles and look up the quote. You saved their space souls.

As I’ve previously written, I think there’s a high chance aliens would be hostile (or at the very least harmful) to life on Earth. We really should be careful with the megaphone.

sanguineOne thing I liked about Skyrim is that the developers didn’t spend very much time balancing. Much like in real life, there are exploits everywhere. You can enchant better alchemy gear, alchemically brew better enchantment potions and eventually create infinite magic pools. In the game of capitalism, you can invent Mortgage Backed Securities, become a billionaire and bring down the world.

There’s no god that runs around saying “this is too awesome, we’d better nerf it.”

Christianity is equally exploitable. If I knew it were real, I’d sell my soul to the devil, become a multi-millionaire and use all the money to vaccinate children overseas. I wouldn’t spend a bit of the money on myself, I’d just keep on keeping on at my current trajectory plus knowing that I had saved countless lives abroad.

When I died, I’d dare God to send me to hell. If he subjects me to the worst possible torment for all of eternity, then I am literally infinitely better than Jesus. Christ went through one lame afternoon and then stayed dead for an extended weekend. I’d be going through infinite amount of infinitely terrible days to prevent much suffering in a clearly-defined way. I would be infinitely better than Jesus who, by the way, didn’t even bother telling his disciples that vaccines existed.

If God is the all-loving, sacrifice-fetishist he claims to be, then he wouldn’t possibly subject me to hell for such a noble gift. He’d probably be impressed by my resourcefulness and forgive me for keeping some of the money for myself.

If God really is just stamping out moral judgments like a bureaucrat with a flowchart, then maybe the devil isn’t as bad as the propaganda would make you think.

medium_58499153I know two reliable methods of tricking my subconscious into writing.

The first is to embrace the fact that creativity blossoms under constraints. The size of potential solutions is large. Quite often, the hardest part of being creative is knowing where to start. When you first started learning how to drive, it was easier to park next to another car than to park in an empty spot. Knowing where you can’t say will make it easier to figure out what you should.

For writing: have a secret you can’t share. Try to write without revealing your secret. An example I’ve used in the past is [CENSORED].

The second is to write about a topic which has status implications and then, on the second pass, take out all the “I” or “we” sentences and see if you’re left with something interesting. One of the reasons our brains evolved was to make and interpret subtle status signals, and you will write voluminously, persuasively and naturally if you set your brain on this task. Sometimes, you’ll accidentally develop interesting sentences along the way that will stand on their own and give your readers something to think about.

For example, you could write about changes in America if you start by trying to raise the status of your generation. You could write about how you come up with business ideas while trying to raise the status of risk-takers. You could come up with novel arguments on all sorts of topics by trying to shame members of one country or another.

I think many writers follow this strategy accidentally. Here’s a potential example from the NYT’s opinion pages. Follow it consciously (and take the second pass seriously), and you won’t alienate portions of your readership. It’s a giant game. Play it badly, and you’ll be boring and predictable. Play it well, and you can manipulate the pride of your target audience without the victim audience noticing.

Disclaimer: This is a reliable way to effortlessly generate prose. It is not a reliable way to think.

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Boston is lifting regulations requiring parking spaces alongside residential buildings. From the Boston Globe:

In a city where people can spend hours searching for parking, Boston officials are pursuing a strategy that seems as galling as it is counterintuitive: They are deliberately discouraging construction of new spaces.

The policy shift — which comes even as thousands of new residents flock into its neighborhoods — is being implemented across the city, with officials relaxing once inflexible requirements that parking be built with every new residence. The goal is to encourage the use of public transportation, and to devote more land and money to affordable housing, open spaces, and other amenities. Officials also say the city’s youthful population is becoming more accustomed to life without a car.

“We don’t need a parking space for every bedroom in every new building,” Peter Meade, head of the Boston Redevelopment Authority, said in a recent interview. He cited US census data showing that one in three Boston residents is between 20 and 35, and most bike, walk, or use public transportation to get to work.

But the reduction in spaces is roiling residents in some of Boston’s densely populated neighborhoods, with critics arguing that officials are allowing high-minded planning principles to trump the needs of residents who wage a daily battle over precious street spots.

[Hat tip: Tyler Cowen at Marginal Revolution.]

This is an interesting and instructive issue. Here’s an unorganized smattering of thoughts:

  1. Many from the liberal cluster will cheer for this deregulation. Many from the conservative cluster will claim the government should force small businesses to provide a public good. Embrace your natural response. This is what it feels like to be on the dark side.
  2. We all have many memories of circling tight parking garages, but no one can remember living in a high rise that wasn’t built, so there’s likely a bias making people overvalue parking spaces.
  3. Parking is a genuine positive externality, and the market will not provide enough parking for the driving population in most situations.
  4. In Houston, where labor is cheap, some midtown restaurants employ teenagers to make sure customers from competing restaurants don’t park in their concrete. This is an expensive way for private actors to internalize a public good. It doesn’t result in a pleasant experience for the patrons, and it doesn’t result in an efficient use of space. Space is also cheap in Houston, so this may not happen elsewhere.
  5. Policies that discourage public transportation can make poor people flee a city, which has its benefits. Think of Cartman singing about California.
  6. Like in most cases, Google can provide an answer. Driverless cars will make parking concerns obsolete. One day, we’ll all get around by renting robot taxi cabs. That day can’t come soon enough.