AUTOMATION

A recent Wall Street Journal article reported on studies that found automation is making us dumber.  Doctors who use templates to diagnose a patient’s illness lose their intuitive diagnostic skills (e.g., the Dallas Ebola patient).  Pilots who train only on computer programing and seldom fly manually lose the ability to respond to emergencies (e.g., the Air France crash over the Atlantic Ocean).

AUTOMATION
(To the tune of, “Imagination,” by Jimmy Van Heusen & Johnny Burke (1940))

This automation is dumbing.
That brain in your head it’s numbing.
You, twiddle your thumbs hum-drumming
while machines think for you.

This automation is chilling.
Our common sense, it is killing.
Solving problems, once thrilling
How to do? Not a clue.

Due to automation pilots lose
those skills they used to hone.
Now they’re terrified to fly a plane on their own.

This automation is crazy.
Conveniences make you lazy.
All that bother to cogitate, what a fuss.
Meanwhile, they automate, and create
zombies of us.

Lyric © 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
All rights reserved.

WHO’LL HEAR THE LOVE SONGS?

Weekdays I usually walk in the park before work.  I don’t wear headphones or carry a smart phone as many there do.  Instead I tune into the music of the morning – the symphony of birds singing playful songs, the sun throwing shadows ahead of me, an honest rustle of trees moved by the start of another breezy autumn day.  Part of life’s beauty missed by those engrossed with technology.

WHO’LL HEAR THE LOVE SONGS?
(To the tune of, “Everybody’s out of Town,” by Burt Bacharach & Hal David, recorded by B. J. Thomas)

Who’ll hear the melodies?
Birds chirping love songs in the trees?
You’ve got your Bluetooth gadget in your ear.
Seems, everybody’s in the cloud.
No one’s, living in the Here-and-Now.

Who’ll watch the show at night?
Stars making magic with their light?
Try wishing on a star with your I-Pad.
Seems, everybody’s in the cloud.
No one’s, living in the Here-and-Now

Everyone these days, is so distracted
off in their own zone.
People bunk into me with their heads down.
Stuck in their I-Phone.

Somewhere a,
kid’s crying for his mom.
Logged onto Facebook, she won’t come.
Life slipping by, completely unnoticed.
Seems, everybody’s in the cloud.
No one’s, living in the Here-and-Now.

Who’ll see the magic? Who’ll hear the love songs?
When, everybody’s in the cloud.
No one’s, living in the Here-and-Now.

Lyric © 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
All rights reserved

WHO’LL HEAR THE LOVE SONGS?

WHO’LL HEAR THE LOVE SONGS?
(To tune of “Everybody’s Out of Town,” by Burt Bacharach & Hal David)

Who’ll hear the melodies?
Birds chirping love songs in the trees?
You’ve got your Bluetooth gadget in your ear.
Seems like, everybody’s in the cloud.
No one, living in the Here-and-Now.

Who’ll watch the show each night?
Stars making magic with their light?
Try wishing on a star with your I-Pad.
Seems like, everybody’s in the cloud.
No one, living in the Here-and-Now.

Everyone these days, is so distracted
Into their own zone.
People bunk into me with their heads down
Stuck in their I-Phone.

Somewhere a,
Kid’s crying for his mom.
Logged onto Facebook, she don’t come.
Life slipping by, completely unnoticed.
Seems like, everybody’s in the cloud.
No one, living in the Here-and-Now.

Who’ll see the magic?
Who’ll hear the love songs?
When, everybody’s in the cloud.
And no one’s, living in the Here-and-Now.

Lyric © 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire

All rights reserved