by Adrian Daniel Schramm | Nov 22, 2016 | Nonfiction
For years we’ve heard that the U.S. is losing jobs to countries that get things done quicker and cheaper. President-elect Trump had this issue at the forefront of his campaign. As he said in an early Republican debate, “I will bring jobs back from China. I will bring jobs back from Japan. I will bring jobs back from Mexico. I’m going to bring jobs back and I’ll start bringing them back very fast.” But in trying to bring back the jobs we’ve outsourced, we miss a simpler reason as to why these jobs have disappeared: They are out of date, and obsolete for humans. Trump has promised manufacturing and other blue-collar jobs that simply do not exist anymore. Technology is coming for, or has already taken, as many jobs as have been sent abroad. The blue-collar, benefits-laden work that allowed for a down payment on a nice, two-story home in an American suburb and the means to start a family have now been handed over to R2D2. Well those damn robots are taking our jobs! Recall the 1964 Twilight Zone episode The Brain Center at Whipple’s in which robots replace all workers at a factory, including, in the end, the boss himself. This is what we are dealing with now. We have millions of Americans scrambling because Happy Days-era jobs don’t exist anymore, and too many people are unwilling or unable to retrain, stuck with a skill set better utilized by robots. As Rice University professor of computational engineering Moche Vardi told Factor earlier this year, “US factories are not disappearing; they simply aren’t employing human workers. Job losses due to automation and robotics are often overlooked...
by Adrian Daniel Schramm | Nov 20, 2016 | Fiction
He walked in with his face all cut up. His eye split open and bleeding down his cheeks. A fat man yelling curse words at him. Both cooks at a bar downtown that serves greasy and good food you’ll regret eating, but not until the morning. I was on the patio drinking beer and listening to Mac tell stories about Nassau, about Fox Hill, the Bahamas. I was eating a cheeseburger I knew I’d regret come morning. He walked in with his face all cut up. His eyes going in opposite directions. Too drunk to notice. From the way he was walking, stumbling, rather, the pockmarks on his pale skin catching blood like a thousand tiny pools. Down the block a man covers his face with a black handkerchief, a pistol in his hand. The girl next to him has her face covered too so you can only see her eyes, green, and nothing else. They pass the all-night diner, Mickey’s, with their eyes on the street ahead. I don’t want any trouble. A police car will be passing soon, but what will change? Lily is home asleep and I should be there with her. Safe and sound in the warm bed we bought together. What am I going to do on these crazy streets? What am I doing with this beer I don’t need, looking up at neons overhead that blur and focus and blur again? Mac next to me smokes cigarettes and they stink. Everyone outside is smoking cigarettes. A homeless man shuffles by, his long overcoat dragging on the ground and he asks for change through the...
by Adrian Daniel Schramm | Nov 14, 2016 | Nonfiction
Fake news has existed from the earliest days of journalism, long before Bat Boy became Hillary Clinton’s alien baby. In 1835, Richard A. Locke published a series of six fake articles about the discovery of life on the moon, now known as the Great Moon Hoax, in The Sun newspaper. Sales of The Sun went through the roof. Writing false news stories and calling them real is generally protected by the first (and 14th) amendment (though libel can be prosecuted, and harassment). A groundbreaking 1931 case here in Minnesota defined journalistic freedom for the decades to come. The Near v. Minnesota case, dealing with a small newspaper that attempted to report corruption in the Twin Cities, went all the way to the Supreme Court. It set a precedent for recognizing freedom of the press by disallowing prior restraint on publication. (If you want to know the full story, read Minnesota Rag by Fred W. Friendly) This isn’t satire we’re talking about. We all know The Onion, or the New Yorker’s Borowitz Report, as reliable sources of satire. The number of humor-free sites attempting to convince an audience of authenticity without any real truth or foundation in them has been growing. As has their audience. At first these sites were easily identifiable. They were cheaply made and clearly unprofessional. But it was only a matter of time before duplicity got a makeover and began looking a lot more legitimate. The Big Hoax Facebook is perhaps the biggest offender. 66% of Facebook users get news from the site, and falsehoods have spread there like the plague. As outlined in the Select All article Can Facebook Solve Its Macedonian Fake-News Problem? the ability to generate income through ads...
by Adrian Daniel Schramm | Nov 14, 2016 | Fiction
The dancer I go to work like normal. It was papa’s store and it’s a store that keeps a roof over our head. Work hard, he says, so I can go to college. I go to work like normal because whenever I don’t have class he wants me to work. Papa doesn’t appreciate free time, he says, There’s no time for free time. These boys come in a lot and they’re kind of cute. I stand at the top of the stairs in a beautiful dress and curtsy like they do in the movies. I took dance lessons when I was young because mama wanted me to. That was the one thing she wanted for me. So I stand at the top of the stairs and gracefully descend. The moonlight shining through the window. My date in his tuxedo standing at the base with his arm outstretched waiting for me to take it like, You look beautiful, Marnie. Would you care to dance? Yes, I say all cool. I would like to dance. Then he says all suave, Well, would you care to dance with me? and I finally take his arm and we dance all night underneath a chandelier that sparkles and shines bright like diamonds. Missus Corcoran was a strict dance teacher and she would always tell me to focus. She was always yelling at me more than anyone else. Ligne! Marnie are you paying attention? I mostly read at work. Not very many people come in at once. It’s not that I love Organic Chemistry, I just hear papa’s voice telling me, Why would you just...
by Brandon Randolph | Nov 10, 2016 | Food&Drink
Potatoes and apples. It may surprise you, but these two go together very well. The crunch of fresh, sweet apple paired with the earthy, creamy potato is textural bliss. You can add a pinch of sugar to the vinaigrette if you wish, but I prefer to just use a sweeter apple for the salad to round it out. This recipe is a bit heavy on vinegar to combat the richness of the potato and egg, leaving the finish bright, herbaceous and refreshing. Serve it warm or eat it cold, I don’t care, just enjoy! Potato Salad with apples yield: 2qt Ingredients: 6ea medium potatoes, medium dice 2ea sweet apples, medium dice 1ea medium shallot, small dice 2ea garlic cloves, smashed or chopped fine 1T Dijon mustard 1T stone ground mustard 1/4c Champagne vinegar 1/4c chives, chopped 1/8c tarragon, chopped 1/8c Italian parsley, chopped 3ea eggs, hardboiled and chopped 1/4lb bacon, rendered crispy (optional) TT salt/black pepper 1/2c grapeseed oil Directions: Boil potatoes in salted water until tender, pull out and set aside. While potatoes are going, place shallot, garlic, vinegar, both mustards, and a pinch of salt in a non-reactive mixing bowl. Whisk until the mixture is emulsified. Once mustard base is emulsified, slowly whisk in the grapeseed oil (this is a mustard vinaigrette, great for all types of salads). In a large mixing bowl, combine the warm potatoes, apples, vinaigrette and herbs. Fold together until it looks evenly mixed. Put into serving dish and top with the chopped egg, bacon and fresh cracked black pepper. Serve warm....
