The Internet of Things

The Internet of Things

Amazon has Alexa, Apple has Siri, Google has Google Digital Assistance, Microsoft has Cortana and Samsung has Bixby. Why do I care? I don’t really.

Don’t get me wrong – I have been a technology enthusiast since the 1980s. I love being able to stream a movie or order some esoteric book or tool that I can’t find at my local store. (I still go to the local store as often as possible for fear the local store might not be there some day soon.)

And for communicating with my kids, my parents, my friends and the N-News readership, technology offers quick ways to interact.

The N-News office has multiple computers in it and I couldn’t make this magazine happen without them. In fact, niche magazines like this could not exist without the advent of desktop publishing.

BUT, when it comes to the intimate details of home life, I’m not so sure I want all of the technology that is available.

I recently perused a JC Penney catalog which featured a refrigerator that had four video cameras in it, allowing you to check the contents of the refrigerator from the grocery store. I’ve talked in previous editorials about a front door lock that unlocks when you get close.

There is a whole array of “smart home” devices (locks, thermostats, appliances, light bulbs – even an outdoor electronic smoker) ready to automate every facet of household management. To me, most seem completely unnecessary and maybe downright silly.

Alexa speaker next to laptopThe part that I find most repelling is having some phone /computer/smart speaker listening to what is going on in my kitchen or living room 24/7. I don’t think I am going to (willingly) participate in the “internet of things” revolution that is growing all around us.

Although Siri might be great for dealing with a hands-free phone call while driving, I still think I would prefer my fingers on a keyboard for looking up movies that are playing nearby or remembering what year the 8N was produced.

If I hear that Siri or Alexa can help out with springtime chores like stacking firewood for next winter, planting the snow peas and grading the driveway, that would definitely get my attention.

Until that day, I will stick with my old Ford tractor as a primary tool for managing things on the home front.internet-of-things-cartoon

Work, Money & Happiness

Work, Money & Happiness

Most people in Vermont have at least two or three jobs – it is just the nature of living in a rural part of the country. I am no exception. Certainly the N-News is my primary job and it takes up full time hours (sometimes more), but there are other things I do as well.

My extended family has grown garlic for the past twenty years. We have a few small plots growing a total of eight to ten thousand heads every year. It is a labor-intensive crop since much of the work has to be done by hand. It brings in a little extra income, makes for some good family and friends time and keeps us in good supply of “the stinking rose” throughout the year.

For the last three years, I have also been selling wood-fired pizzas, with support from friends and family. We go to a handful of private and public events over the summer. It isn’t a big money maker, but it is a lot of fun and very, very different from working in the office on a computer or in the garlic field. It is more social and interactive.

With the pizza ovenThe pizza gig came about when my wife and I were having a post-wedding party a few years ago. I started looking around for a pizza oven to rent, but found the prices to be incredibly steep. Being a “project guy,” I began to seriously consider building one myself. After doing some research, I remembered that a local gentleman had built a bunch of these ovens and had even written a book about it. I contacted Dan and he and I came to an agreement to build an oven together. It was a fun project and will certainly lead to other projects. The oven was a hit at our party, with many of our guests, kids and adults, enthusiastically joining the pizza-making fun. The pizza oven became a social center.

After the party was over, I had this, funky oven-on-wheels to make pizza or bake bread. Before I knew it, the local non-profit ski slope asked if we could come over for an event and make pizza, a neighbor/friend asked if we could make pizza at her family reunion, and a local micro-brewery asked if we would be the food vendor for their first anniversary celebration.

At a recent pizza gig, a young woman came up to order and asked if we took credit cards. “No, no cards – cash only, or you could write us a check.” She looked a little dejected. Her family didn’t have cash with them and the checkbook was at home. She started to walk away, so I said, “Hey, just drop a check in the mail when you get home.” She was surprised and pleased at this gesture of trust. Her family ordered a couple of personal pizzas and went on their way.

Sure enough, a few days later I got a check in the mail for $16 and a note of thanks for making their day. I was reminded of the reason why I live in an area where people value community and relationships. Even if she hadn’t come through with sending payment, I don’t think I would have been too upset. My pizza business isn’t about making a killing; it is about being a bridge for celebration and making people happy. That makes me happy, too.

Seize The Day

Seize the Day Regular readers of the N-News know I always have a pile of books I’m working my way through. Some are oriented towards tractors, motors and biographies of people involved in these areas. But I also read with the goal of finding some deeper meaning, both philosophical and aesthetic. Sometimes it’s possible to glimpse those goals through the books I review in the magazine, such as the two black and white photo books of barns in this issue, which offer a sense of place and history. This past quarter, I have been spending time reading Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End, by author and surgeon Atul Gawande. If you haven’t heard of him, I encourage … Continue reading

On the Seat & In Your Head

On the Seat & In Your Head There is something about driving a tractor that is so similar to riding a motorcycle it is uncanny. Obviously it isn’t speed or that feeling of the wind in your hair. Nor is it about the physics of counter steering or leaning into a corner. But there is something there in the “non-thinking” aspect of both endeavors. When I am running the mower on the tractor, or more recently cultivating the garlic with the 861 a few months ago, I am not actively thinking about anything. I am purely in that moment. I am observing where the front wheels are, glancing over my shoulder to watch the discs cut through the earth, focusing … Continue reading

Machine Age Patina and the Orbit of Attraction

There is something about the aesthetic of machine age objects that enchants many of us – a humanistic element or perhaps a beautiful simplicity. It would be easy to forget that the culture of the late 19th and early 20th century promoted the concept of machines replacing man and animal in doing work. When seen from our perspective now, industrial design of that period (say, 1900-1960) looks amazingly elegant. With its smoothness, its “form-follows-function” simplicity and its straight forward conception, nearly anything could have a sense of awe and inspired grace – including the Heathkit condenser tester from the January issue. Add the patina of age, and you have a formula that culminates with a directness of design, and in … Continue reading

Richard Barsotti’s Ford Truck

My neighbor Richard restores vintage motorcycles. Harleys, Nortons and Triumphs have come through the shop. Even more Vincents and BMWs have graced the doors of Wasted Spark Motorcycle. ( owners hope to get their bikes back to factory specs and Richard is the man for the job. Fifteen years ago, Richard decided he wanted a vintage pickup truck – something to cruise around in when he needed to move more than he could carry on a motorcycle. Continue reading

How Could I Help?

“How Could I Help?” Perhaps the four nicest words you could ever hear. It is that simple. My youngest daughter is about to become a teenager. She has been exhibiting the signs of teenage hood for a while; eye-rolling, exasperation, a general unwillingness to do any of the family chores. You know the story. But a few weeks ago I saw the positive signs as well, the light on the other side of the tunnel. She saw I was struggling to get the next issue of the magazine done, keep on top of the fast-growing late spring lawn, plant the garden and maintain the garlic plots (and the long list of other distractions) and she said, “How could I help?” … Continue reading

Equinox & Mud – Spring 2014 Editorial

 Equinox & Mud For whatever reason, I have always looked upon spring and autumn as transitional seasons. Of course, they represent a demarcation in a cyclical solar event, our trip around the sun every year. We just passed the point at which the earth is half way towards its opposite solstice, the longest day of the year, June 21th . (The other is the shortest day of the year December 21st). The spring (or vernal) equinox, March 20th and the autumn equinox, September 22rd, are the two days a year when the sun is directly over the equator, meaning both the northern and southern hemispheres have the same day length. It feels spring and autumn are the most volatile of … Continue reading

My Eyes and My Stomach – January 2014

The holidays can be difficult for me. I feel bombarded by an overabundance of great food, pressure to meet the expectations of the kids and family, getting the homestead ready for winter, all the while trying finishing the January issue of N-News. Sometimes, I just want to escape and go read a book by the wood stove. It is hard enough to find the time to do that, and harder still to decide what I  should be reading. Now that the holidays are behind us, we have the coldest months of the year ahead. (Well, with the exception of the handful of you in the southern hemisphere.) The axis of the earth is starting to slowly come back around and … Continue reading

Simplicity And Acceptance

If only life was as straight forward as trying to get your tractor to start. With the tractor, there are just a few primary things you need: fuel, air and spark. If you have these in adequate supply, you move to a secondary line of thinking, “How’s the timing and fuel mixture?” With enough time and effort (and parts), you will get your tractor started. Living a life well, is much more complex. There are so many variables, most falling into the gray areas, and few seem black and white. Growing garlic (or any crop) is somewhere in the middle. If you plant your seeds properly, conditions are right and you weed it on a semi-regular basis, chances are, you … Continue reading

Rhubarb & Waiting

Every year, the rhubarb is the first thing to really explode out of the garden. And it keeps growing all summer long-it even chokes out the bishop’s weed that grows all around it, but can’t survive under its massive leaves. This year, on the first unofficial summer weekend (Memorial Day) it snowed in central Vermont. In fact, if your place was above 1600ft, you got 2-4 inches. Good thing we didn’t have the tomatoes and basil in the garden yet. But the rhubarb just didn’t care. It sent out more stalks, laughing at the frozen precipitation and the strawberries shivering down to their roots. But rhubarb, for all of its exuberance, is not one of my favorites in the garden. … Continue reading

Spring, Mud, Change & the Present

At the end of every season, I can’t help but look forward to the next. As much as I love the idea that spring and summer are around the corner, I know, come the end of August, I will be looking forward to cooler weather – though that seems impossible right now. The same goes for autumn. The first few times I smell wood smoke in the crisp, low-humidity air of October, I am reminded of the excitement of snow, cold, moving firewood and plowing with the tractors. But, right now as I think about spring and mud season, winter seems like a mouthful of cod liver oil. Why is that? Normally, I would say I am not one to … Continue reading

Cold Blue January Snow & Elizabeth

My neighbor Elisabeth (now long gone) who, by the time of this story, lived by herself in the middle of a three hundred acre hill farm, milked cows by hand and, even in her early seventies, would think nothing of walking a mile to my house. She didn’t seem to be bothered much by the darkness of winter. In fact, she didn’t seem to be bothered by much. Elisabeth always had a smile on her face. One cold, snowy, January day, she drove her 1972 F250 pickup down to get the mail. Halfway down, she got stuck. Even with chains on all four wheels, low gear and in 4wd low, the truck slid and got caught in the ditch. She … Continue reading