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In the near future, you may hear about the appointment of a Chief Internet of Things (IoT) Officer. Before you roll your eyes and chortle at the thought of another chief-of-something, consider the problem.
First, companies are beginning to make and implement smart, connected, data-producing products. That can be anything—automobiles, assembly line robots, washing machines and even coffee makers. This data can be used in predictive analytics to avoid product failures, as well as to schedule maintenance around when a product actually needs it. These products, mechanical and electronic, will likely get ongoing software updates.
Second, connected products are now part of a broader system. Or as Michael Porter, a Harvard economist, pointed out at this week's ThingWorx conference, you aren't just selling a tractor, you are selling a tractor that is becoming part of a smart farm, a system. Things have to be able to work together.
(Score: 2) by MichaelDavidCrawford on Sunday May 10 2015, @02:54AM
... another homeless man, and a complete stranger to me, gave me his blanket.
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(Score: 3, Interesting) by MichaelDavidCrawford on Sunday May 10 2015, @02:56AM
Isn't it good enough to have vice presidents?
"So what do you want your title to be," asked Dave.
"I don't know. Software engineer?"
"No. You're going to be our Product Development Manager."
Well that looks nice on my resume, but the resume Dave gave me the titular promotion was so that people at other software companies would take me more seriously.
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(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Sunday May 10 2015, @03:00AM
Homeless as in a Jack Kerouac lifestyle?
(Score: 2) by MichaelDavidCrawford on Sunday May 10 2015, @03:24AM
quite a few times, admittedly well-intentioned social workers and case managers offered to get me on the disability check and into subsidized housing. Always I refused, because I wanted those limited resources to go to those who really needed them.
I was held involuntarily in Reno because I told a psychiatrist that I intended to "go camping in the desert". Not being from Reno myself, it was news to me that "camping in the desert" is a local euphemism for "committing suicide".
They regarded my assertion that I was qualified to go camping in the desert because I have the Boy Scout Wilderness Survival Merit Badge, as evidence of my delusion.
Ironically, the desert is my favorite place to camp. I have a much harder time in the mountains, as I don't tolerate cold very well at all.
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(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Sunday May 10 2015, @03:43AM
First they decide you're delusional. Then anything you say or do is evidence of delusion, because you're delusional. Psychiatry is subjective quackery justified by circular logic and magical thinking.
(Score: 2) by MichaelDavidCrawford on Sunday May 10 2015, @03:58AM
It's important to distinguish the science of psychiatry from the human failings of individual psychiatrists. They're not all like that.
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(Score: 2, Funny) by Anonymous Coward on Sunday May 10 2015, @06:35AM
If you think psychiatry is objective science, you must be delusional.
(Score: 3, Insightful) by MichaelDavidCrawford on Sunday May 10 2015, @08:18AM
I quite commonly find the assertion that neither psychiatry nor psychology are scientific. That's not actually the case, however that view is commonly held by those who would benefit from treatment by mental health professions, but don't wish to avail themselves of it.
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(Score: 2) by captain normal on Sunday May 10 2015, @05:37AM
Should've just told them you were going to Burning Man. Isn't that "camping in the desert"?
When life isn't going right, go left.
(Score: 2) by MichaelDavidCrawford on Sunday May 10 2015, @08:24AM
... the mental hospital they put me in, each Labor Day weekend is chock-full of burning man attendees who are having bad acid trips.
Most irritating to me during my stay, was that their addiction counselor kept urging me to admit that I had a drug problem, because what she claimed were "bath salts" was found mixed into a bottle of psych meds that I was carrying in my pocket.
In reality, I'd never heard of bath salts. Some manner of designer drug, apparently.
Whenever she'd pester me about my claimed addiction, I challenged her to have a toxicology test performed on her alleged bath salts, because the stuff was nothing other than dirt. Desert topsoil that got into the bottle, when I emptied my pockets, so as to be more comfortable while I slept out in the desert - the night before I was held involuntarily.
Yes I Have No Bananas. [gofundme.com]