Dambisa Moyo: Cut Off Aid to Africa

Controversy herself.

Dambisa Moyo: Cut Off Aid to Africa.

Wired put out a brief article about this woman, Dambisa Moyo, who is a Zambian transplant Goldman Sachs banker who is loudly advocating for the cutting off of aid to Africa (specifically, aid offered to governments, which manage it poorly and/or corruptly, not to cut it off to people directly). The loud and outraged national response to her explanations reminds me of my favorite class at Cornell, taught by Dr. Chris Barrett, Contemporary Controversies in the Global Economy , which I was also a TA for during my senior year.

How do we fix the economy of developing nations? Is it our responsibility to be concerned with how corrupt their governments are? What do we do to help? Who has the right idea?

Sometimes I miss school. I just know the students of that class would have come up with some clever ways to address Moyo’s position. I, myself, would have to think long and hard before I put pen to paper for THAT essay.

Humanoid robot Nao wants to be friends | Crave – CNET

Humanoid robot Nao wants to be friends | Crave – CNET.

Nao, the robot.

I can certainly admit that the robot is super cool and advanced and “Whoa!” in theory, but in practice…why would you want/need this in your home? I fail to comprehend.

TechCrunch 50, my take

I haven’t written a post about the actual experience of being at TechCrunch 50, and I wanted to put it down on paper before I forgot about it. I have been reading other bloggers takes on it, like Maya Baratz’ take on the Silicon Ceiling, a statement about how there still aren’t enough women representing the tech world at events like these (or at all) as well as the Red Beacon guys’ article about what he wasn’t taught at Harvard (but learned at TC50). All of these recounts and recollections are good, they recount the event in that way I remember it too.

But for me it was also this:

1) Fascinating

2) Social

3) At times, annoying

Excitement was pouring from my ears.

Excitement was pouring from my ears.

I was fascinated by the ideas, and more importantly, the balls it took to have those ideas created, of the people all around me. I met a dude who created mechanical mannequins (which strikes me as a good name for a band) whose mechanically paneled bodies shift in and out, grow fat and thin, according to the dimensions it is programmed into. He showed me the use of these robots for instances where one is shopping online– you like that blue sweater? Would you like to see a mannequin who has your exact dimentsions wearing it? Would you like to see him wearing a one size larger or smaller version of it? You can see exactly how it would look over your growing pregnant (or beer) belly. It was super cool. The company, called Fits.me, is still in stealth, and the guy came not to get judged at the event but simply to spread the word. And it stuck for me!

I was fascinated with how much MORE people thought they could improve things we already use in our everyday functions. Lots of “better” email apps, way too many new social aggregators. Everybody went batshit nuts over Threadsy, who from their website claims to be hard at work creating “the brand new messaging experience,” where the service is “first truly integrated communications client. See your email, social networks, and twitter in one place.” Sounds meh, looks pretty, relatively compelling certainly, works well (at least in the demo.)

But where’s the beef?

I don’t know what I was expecting, bionic appendage startups, regenerating plastic startups, intelligent appliance startups– but what I got was a whole lot of Twitter focused, email improving, social chatter. It’s all good, but my mind wasn’t blown. I loved AnyClip which allows users to watch any clip from any movie instantly (because they’ve been tagged, clip by clip, minute by minute through every movie and are searchable!) I can see that being the next big thing– instead of sending your buddy the latest LOLcat link to crack them up, you send them a particularly funny inside joke via a movie clip. I can see it being used for e-greeting sites, and other communication services. I thought it was fun, and we certainly spend a lot of time having fun (where having= wasting and fun=time) on the internet.

I was fascinated by the volunteers I met– people from the Singularity University, smart, funny, startup running college students, avid bloggers and hyper geeks. I met some new acquaintances, maybe even made a couple new friends. I loved that! Everybody at the conference was outgoing, super social, and interesting to even walk by. They would catch your eye and start their pitch, some better than others, but all enthusiastic as though they had the next Google on their hands. I wish I had that kind of enthusiasm about something. People were quick to launch swag into your hands, their business cards (some WAY better than others, I’m lookin at you, mugshot guy, that was an AWESOME business card).

There were some annoyances though, mostly in the form of the actively Twittering audience. When I manned the Crunchbase booth, I kept an eye on an auto-updating Twitter search of the TechCrunch hashtags…the people who were talking shit about presenters, making fun of their accents, talking down the product in their high and mighty 140 character posts– what douchebags you were. Take looks around you, this is a place of people trying to change worlds (sure, they’re mostly social media worlds, perhaps not the noblest of causes to pursue) but motivated, bright, and focused nonetheless. Talking them down with insults reflects poorly only on you, not them. What jerks.

Overall, I had a ton of fun! It was great to see the judges in person, the super internet celebrities we gobble up gossip about online: Marissa Mayer, Kevin Rose,Mike Arrington, Jason Calacanis, Robert Scoble, Tim O’Reilly, Marc Andreesen. Getting treated to an open bar afterwards was an added bonus! But most of all, getting to meet the people around me who knew exactly what I was talking about when we chatted about the TechCrunch Twitter scandal, or the day that GMail hiccupped and the Twitterverse had a panic attack, those people made my experience fun and memorable.

Kevin Rose getting his facial expression analyzed by an emotion detecting software.

Kevin Rose getting his facial expression analyzed by an emotion detecting software.

I do hope our paths cross again.

Would you pass the Marshmallow Test?

Watching these kids try to is hilarious.

The researcher brings them into a room and says they can either sit in the chair in front of a marshmellow thats meant for them and eat it immediately, OR wait for her to leave the room and return to bring them ANOTHER marshmellow! But if they want two, they have to wait to eat the first one. Awesome experiment in self control.

Oh, The Temptation from Steve V on Vimeo.

TechCrunch50

I used to intern for TechCrunch, while I was in school. I loved it. I love the industry and the people, the things that get written about, and the controversies that arise. But most of all, I like the tech “insider” world, where the CEO’s of the most powerful companies get written up by their first names and treated like celebrities. For me, Silicon Valley has the coolest celebrities, not Hollywood.

That’s why I am SO excited I get to go to this year’s TechCrunch50 conference! I took two days off of work so that I could stay in San Francisco for the event, and today I went to help with set-up. Tomorrow I will be on the main floor, helping to represent the Crunchbase demo display. If you’re there, come see me!

Setup entailed many a lanyard.

Setup entailed many a lanyard.


Reason No. 1,009,0039 I NEED to have one!

Oh. My. God. Just ohmygod. Via CuteOverload.

Time Zones, Area Codes

Can I just mention how confusing it can get, over time, to do work in two different time zones while you also travel between two different time zones?

There are feelings associated with time, I think. When you’re at work and you look at the clock, it stirs an emotion in you, whether it be “holy shit, can this day go any slower?” to “Oh gosh, I only have 20 minutes left to finish this report!”

When I’m shuttling in between time zones, its funny because it throws me so off balance. I have a daily 9:30 am ET meeting, which means I had to get up at 6:30 for it here, at home. Following that, I decided to get some work done, and watching the clock as it nears noon, I know that noon my time is when somebody at work is due to send out a weekly defect report which I have to fold into an overall assessment of the weeks events. Noon, according to the computer, is in 15  minutes!

So I walk into the bedroom to change my shirt, and notice the time on the clock is before 10. My brain did a flip, and then I realized I had it all wrong. Oh, time shifts. You toy with my heart so!

Bring your own? Boo-Yah!

Tonight, after work, Diana and I hiked up 10 Philadelphia blocks (which is to say, we walked at a leisurely pace for maybe 15 minutes) until we came upon Kanella, a BYOB Greek restaurant in Philadelphia’s Olde City, where we stay in a hotel for work.

One of the major advantages of Olde City (and probably the only reason anyone on the team tolerates the 40 minute commute to and from the client site each day) is that it has some majorly awesome food, all clustered around a very small perimeter. In addition to always being sunny (*right*) Philadelphia is a very foodie friendly city! To that effect, which is to say to the effect that I enjoy food, which is to say, a FRIKKIN lot, evenings spent exploring have been pretty sweet.

Remember yesterday’s wine story, then? The one where I had the Hyatt deliver me a bottle of Chardonnay, to enjoy on their dime for my being so loyal and so awesome? Well, we took that bottle with us to dinner, where the waiter cheerfully uncorked it while reciting the daily specials. For free! I already like this place.

I was super excited for the food to come out for several reasons.

1. I had never had rabbit before. Rabbit was ON THE MENU! Therefore, rabbit was going in my belly.

2. Haloumi cheese, which I was introduced to at an Israeli place during a team dinner, blew my mind then and I was mentally preparing for it to blow my mind again.

3. Diana! A young, virile, fully meat eating no diet bound young lady who shares my sentiments about food! Do you KNOW how hard that is to find? Are you a vegetarian? Do you have anything you refuse to eat on principal? Do you need everything to be fried in order to find it edible? Then you wouldn’t excite me as an eating partner like Diana does.

Then, these things happened:

The Haloumi cheese blew my FLIPPIN mind.

The Haloumi cheese blew my FLIPPIN mind.

Haloumi is a middle eastern cheese made from goat and sheeps milk and it has an extremely high boiling temperature, which makes it especially friendly towards baking, broiling, and frying. And OH-MY-GOD was it friendly. I wanted to croon sweet nothings in its ear and coax it to take its clothes of to the promise of my passionate and attentive lovemaking skills. (Instead, I just ate it. And moaned like an animal.)

That rabbit? Yeah. Well, it uh...tastes like chicken.

That rabbit? Yeah. Well, it uh...tastes like chicken.

And I don’t particularly favor chicken. To me, to walk into a restaurant and order chicken is like admitting you have zero imagination and enjoy reading articles from the dictionary and/or thesaurus for fun. Meh. I left  most of it behind.I didn’t feel bad for wasting my dinner because I genuinly didn’t know how bland it would end up being– I was so excited for the bunny to arrive! Now I know. Fluffy-Longears is nothing better than a wrinkled, skinny Cock(adoodle-doo).

And finally!

Diana ordered goat. Do you SEE why I like this girl?

Diana ordered goat. Do you SEE why I like this girl?

Goat! I had a fab evening. Sometimes all you need is a good gossip hour (or two) with a girlfriend to take the load off your workday and week. Or a bottle of wine. We still need to do a controlled experiment to see which one had more impact on my attitude. (Clinical trials begin next week.)

Diamonds are a Girls Best Friend

This morning, when I arrived at my hotel after my all night flight, I was greeted by the concierge with the statement, “Hello, Ms. Papaya! [This is not what she actually said, but it's more fun this way] I see you are now a Diamond Member.”

And this is where the floodgates opened. Diamond membership is the highest level of status a guest can attain within the Hyatt chain. Once achieved, after 25 stays or 50 nights, (which having attained, I can tell you is not necessarily a happy milestone to mark, 50 nights in a box [albeit a nice box] by yourself) you are treated like the creme de la you know what within the company. It’s always nice to be treated nicely, I think, especially when its so amusing to me the mildly confused look most attendants take on when they see little ole me with my 22 year old face and outfit, and then have to treat me all shpecial like some sort of celebrity. But hey, I’ll take it.

The woman at the desk this morning whipped out a fanily printed card which listed two columns of welcome amenities I could choose from. Among the drinks column, there were bottles of wine, my choice of two domestic beers, 2 bottles of Fiji water, gourmet sodas. (But wait. Fiji water? On the same list as a bottle of wine? Doesn’t that seem silly to you? I mean, YES, in an airport, you would likely pay around $6 for one bottle of Fiji water, which is likely greater than the bottle of wine the hotel orders in bulk…but still!) On the food side, there were baked cookie platters, some things I don’t remember anymore, and a fruit and cheese plate.

Me, having been taken off guard with the surprise of free gifts (and fancypants gifts, which made me feel like a fancypants girl) circled this:

If I eat this, will I gain a more pronounced cultural refinement?

If I eat this, will I gain a more pronounced cultural refinement?

When I came to my room in the evening after work, I had that lovely platter waiting for me along with a 2008 Chardonnay (from Canvas winery in Napa, CA…ironic, much?) I ate all the fruit on the plate and probably 1/4 of the least smelly cheese. Did I forget to tell you I don’t like cheese that much? Or wine?

That’s my mistake. What was it then, that made me order these two things when offered? Maybe it was some internal desire to come off as refined and cultured (which, in my mind, people who enjoy wine and cheese paired together, and I mean ACTUALLY enjoy it, seem to come off as?) Especially now that I am DIAMOND level, I should be the type of person who likes this stuff right? I don’t know. Next week, I’m just going to circle the bonus points.

(By the way, no, I didn’t drink the whole wine on my own. I left it unopened and am bringing it to a BYOB dinner tomorrow night with my coworker Diana, who also stays in the hotel, but ALAS, is not DIAMOND. Are you reading this Diana? That’s right, I am SO much cooler than you.)

But we already knew that.

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