Straight outa Dilbert: Could a robot go to meetings for you?

25 Jan

Dilbert's Scott Adams got to this idea first, of course... but did he go for implementation? I don't think so.

My to-do list for 2012:  Create invention. Change the world. Get rich.

The invention:  A robot that goes to meetings for you.

Changing the world:In addition to freeing up a crapload of time, this invention will prevent a ginormous number of needless conflicts.  (If you hadn’t been at the meeting , you wouldn’t have responded to your colleague’s idiotic comment, and we’d all be better off, right?)

Getting rich:  This part seems obvious, since everybody needs one.

So, job one:  Major R&D.  How convincing can this robot be?

The Clever Apes guys recommended talking with Malcolm MacIver, a Northwestern University scientist who has consulted with the producers of the Battlestar Galactica prequel Caprica, and the movie Tron Legacy.  In other words, he’s one of the guys Hollywood people call when they want to know, “How do we make this robot really lifelike?”

And he’s built these crazily-awesome robotic fish.  (They even sing.)  But fish–even singing fish–don’t go to meetings.

So MacIver told me about a project by a colleague of his in Japan, Hiroshi Ishiguro.  “He had the Japanese movie-making industry create a stunningly-accurate reproduction of him,“ MacIver says.  “So he can send his physical robot to a meeting and it will smile and furrow its brow—and talk through his mouth.”

How accurate are we talking about?  “It’s realistic enough that he doesn’t want to show his young daughter,” MacIver says, “because he thinks it would creep her out.”

Wow.  So, is this Ishiguro guy beating me to market?  No, as MacIver describes things, it sounds like he’s mainly using it for pure research.

Ishiguro uses the robot to learn about non-verbal elements of communication “by disrupting them,” says MacIver.  “So you can say, ‘OK, I’m going to shut off eyebrow movement today, and how does that affect people’s ability to understand what I’m talking about?’  You know, are they still able to get the emotional content?”

So, back to stunningly-accurate:  Ishiguro’s robot would creep out a three year old… but does it fool his adult research subjects?  Would it fool my colleagues, if I left eyebrow-movement switched on?

Not so much, says MacIver.

What if he just got a much, much bigger grant?  “Um, unlikely,” MacIver says.

OK.  Super-lifelike equals. No go.  Moving on…

Someone mentioned to me that there’s a robot that listens really well.  it can kind of convince you that it’s listening to you.  When I saw the YouTube video, it looked like WALL*E.

It had these big goggle eyes that wouuld bug out a little bit, it would look down—It would respond emotionally to you.  The point of the experiment was—I mean, it was kind of heartbreaking—could you make old people in nursing homes less lonely, if they had someone to listen to them, and would this do it?

And even for ten seconds, watching this guy in the lab coat,  you think:  Yeah, maybe.

So, I tell MacIver, now I’m starting to think that the robot should be a cartoon version of me.

“Well, right, that’s a good point,” he says. “If you can’t do it perfectly, go to the other side of the uncanny valley and and you’ll be more effective.”

The “uncanny valley” turns out to be this phenomenon where, when animated characters—or robots– get too real-looking, they become creepy. Like in the 2004 movie, The Polar Express.

Lawrence Weschler explained it this way in a 2010 interview with On the Media:

If you made a robot that was 50 percent lifelike, that was fantastic. If you made a robot that was 90 percent lifelike, that was fantastic. If you made it 95 percent lifelike, that was the best – oh, that was so great. If you made it 96 percent lifelike, it was a disaster. And the reason, essentially, is because a 95 percent lifelike robot is a robot that’s incredibly lifelike. A 96 percent lifelike robot is a human being with something wrong.

So:  I want a cartoon avatar.

That’s one question down, but there’s a lot more R&D to do. Next, I think I need to talk with some Artificial Intelligence specialists…

… to make sure that the robot knows what to say if someone in the meeting asks “me” a question.  (I’ve got some ideas, but they’ve probably got better ones.)

Because, as it turns out, the Hiroshi Ishiguro model has another problem:  Not only is it creepy, but it requires Ishiguro himself (or some human being) to actively operate the robot.  In other words, he may have skipped the commute, but mentally he’s still “there.”

Which pretty much defeats my purpose.

And then there’s figuring out how to license the technology– like, would I owe Scott Adams a royalty?– plus a manufacturing supply chain, a marketing campaign– the whole shebang.

Stay tuned.

The Mirage: A fake tavern that exposed real corruption (ten bucks at a time)

16 Jan

In 1977, the Chicago Sun-Times bought and ran a bar.  For real.  Only for a few months, but it was enough to create one of the all-time great stories– and great achievements– in Chicago journalism.

Building inspector picks up his $15 bribe at the Mirage Tavern

Building inspector Burt Herrera picks up his $15 bribe at the Mirage Tavern (Photo by Jim Frost for the Chicago Sun-Times)

So Pam Zekman– then a reporter at the Sun-Times– had the idea that the only way to document this story was to live it.  Her boss agreed, and– with help from the Better Government Association– they sent her out to shop for a tavern.  (Bars were, and are, subject to more regulation and inspection than almost any other small business.)

Here’s how it happened:  Reporters got calls all the time from small-business owners saying they were sick and tired of being shaken down for bribes by city inspectors.  But nobody would go on the record.  They figured the city would find a way to get back at them, and they were probably right.

So Pam Zekman– then a reporter at the Sun-Times– decided that the only way to document this story was to live it.

Her boss agreed, and– with help from the Better Government Association– they sent her out to shop for a tavern.  (Bars were, and are, subject to more regulation and inspection than almost any other small business.)  By September, the Mirage Tavern was ready to open.

By then, they had already found corrupt inspectors aplenty, along with a spectacularly sleazy accountant who called himself “Mr. Fixit,” and who gave them specific instructions about how to pay off a city inspector.

The big surprise?  How cheaply the inspectors could be bought.  Ten, twenty bucks, and many of them would ignore anything.

During the two months they were in business, they had some interesting customers– including a gun-runner, a bookie, and plenty of city workers coming in for a beer or three while supposedly on the clock.  And they got to know the neighbors– like the folks who ran the brothel down the street.

After they folded up shop, on Halloween, they took a couple months to fact-check some details and write up the results.  The first stories were published on Sunday, January 8, 1978 (followed, that same evening, by a 60 Minutes segment in which Mike Wallace got Mr. Fixit to acknowledge, on national TV, that he routinely committed tax fraud, using the line, “Look, between you and me…”).

As a result, city workers got suspended and lost their jobs, and a lot of people got embarrassed.  But–hey, this is Chicago– nobody went to jail.

I got to take a look back at the project– and interview some of the journalists who pulled it off–for WBEZ, on today’s episode of Venture.  Look there for a longer writeup, or to download the audio.

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The rest: Do not forward to your mom.

17 Jun

Photo by Convenience Store Gourmet via flickr

The other shows I saw in 2010-11 were a mixed bag.  Some I hated, but I enjoyed writing about all of them, so I’m posting them all here.

So, a caveat: If you found your way here because a Google Alert on your own name picked up this link– well, read at your own risk.  Out of anybody whose name appears on this page, the only person’s mother who should read any further is mine.

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Not bad either: More shows worth seeing

16 Jun

In addition to my top five shows from Chicago’s 2010-11 theater season, the following shows all had a lot to recommend them.  I’ll be keeping an eye out for the writers, performers, directors and designers who created these programs.  In no particular order:

Melissa Hawkins in "Exiles." Photo by Marianne Bach

Exiles, Theater Y
James Joyce’s only play predates the wild experimentation of Ulysses, but gets a hyper-stylized treatment in Theatre Y’s inventive, intense production. The story concerns a brooding writer who jerks around his devoted common-law wife. By halfway encouraging her to return the romantic advances of his own childhood buddy, he sets up a manipulative, tragically un-passable test of her loyalty. Director Kevin Smith spotlights the play’s oppressive sexual politics: The female characters are done up like drag queens, their suppressed emotions bursting out in spasms, shouting fits, and–at the end of each act–explosive lip-sync numbers. Joyce’s script has some plodding passages, but the ensemble’s commitment, vision, and precision fire up many startling, haunting moments.

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Delicious! A Season’s Highlights

12 Jun

Anthony Kayer in "Arnie The Doughnut." Photo by Suzanne Plunkett

I’ve been reviewing theater for the Chicago Reader since last summer, and this seems like as good a time as any to look back on some favorites.  Keep in mind, I’ve only seen a small fraction of what’s out there– the Reader’s got a small army of us– so there’s a lot of good stuff that I’ve missed.

In no particular order, here are the five that I’m most psyched to have seen– the ones I walked out of, thinking, “Damn!  That was unusually awesome. I’m sure glad I’m alive.”

Arnie the Doughnut, Lifeline Theater
On the morning he’s born, chocolate-covered Arnie gamely resolves to find his life’s purpose. Discovering the shocking truth when his owner attempts to take a bite, Arnie makes his objections heard. Frances Limoncelli’s adaptation retains the absurdist zing of the 2003 children’s book by Laurie Keller while freely adding complementary ingredients, including zippy songs by George Howe and a Kafkaesque subplot involving a totalitarian condo-board president. Brandon Paul Eells brings not only sweetness but wit to the title role–this doughnut is a naive goofball, but nobody’s fool–and makes Arnie’s terror and disillusionment truly affecting. The entire cast provide spirit, charm, and jazzy harmonies under Elise Kauzlaric’s capable direction. The show is a delight–delicious and substantial, even without a kid tagging along. Continue reading 

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The MCC: Chicago’s (99% Invisible) Jailhouse Skyscraper

10 Jun

 The Metropolitan Correctional Center, or MCC, is a federal jail in the middle of downtown Chicago.  When the brilliant Roman Mars invited me to collaborate on a Chicago-architecture episode of his world-rocking show about design, 99 Percent Invisible, this was the building I wanted to feature.  (I’ll explain why below, but first, have a look.)

The Metropolitan Correctional Center

First, did I mention that it’s a jail in the middle of downtown Chicago?

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Woyzeck, reimagined. Twice.

5 May


Published in the Chicago Reader, April 28 2011

Avant-gardists have always been drawn to Woyzeck, and it’s easy to see why. For one thing, it was unfinished when its German author, Georg Büchner, died young of typhus in 1837. Some scenes look like fragments, some may’ve been rejects, and there’s no clear indication of their order, so an experimenter has plenty of room to mess around.

It’s also as dark as can be. Based on a sensational crime of the period,Woyzeck follows the unraveling of a soldier who, driven crazy by poverty and powerlessness, kills the mother of his infant child. The piece is full of biting social satire—with blackly comic, over-the-top scenes of powerful assholes abusing the hapless antihero—and constitutes a blueprint for pretty much all of Bertolt Brecht, parts of Waiting for Godot, and Monty Python at its nastiest.

This spring, six Chicago theaters and an opera company have banded together to present the Woyzeck Project, a festival anchored by two shows running now at the Chopin Theatre: About Face Theatre’s premiere production of Pony by Sylvan Oswald, which tosses a few Büchnerian elements into a contemporary story about transgender identity, andWoyzeck itself, as adapted and directed by Sean Graney for the Hypocrites. In addition to sharing a venue and a starting point, the two productions employ the same set, sound, lighting, and prop designers. Continue reading 

coming soon: The Godcast

12 Jan

It’s an extension of an old project from the Vocalo days, started with my friend and then-colleague Usama. (I think this may be the first example), under the name "God Talk." I’m wondering about the name for the next version: "God Talk: The Second Coming"? Or maybe, in tribute to Roman Mars, "100 Percent Invisible"?

I was out Sunday and took a few notes on what seem like promising leads. Using my camera. Here’s one:

Old friends here, and an old benefactor gone

20 Dec

Starting to migrate content from the old danweissmann.com over here.  Starting with two old favorites:  The Pink Nun and the Rat Patrol.

Coincidentally, very sad news tonight.  Cliff Doerksen, who edited the Pink Nun story– my first for The Chicago Readerdied recently.  He was just 47.  News got around today.  Cliff had moved on from The Reader by the time I published there again, so that was my only encounter with him, but he did a lot to make that story shine.

RIP, Cliff.  From the testimonials appearing now, it’s clear I missed a lot by not knowing you better.

I’m heeee-eere! (Or will be soon.)

15 Dec

I’ve been playing around with this for a while, and although the site is still a work-in-progress, I’m moving the danweissmann.com domain over here.

It’ll take a day or two for the whole InterWebs to figure out the switch, but in the meantime… yay!

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