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Brrr! Not
just another frosty January in Cambridge, not just a new year,
but 010101: the real dawn of the new millennium. But it feels
like a digital winter in more ways than that. The Internet
bubble deflated, leaving not only pissy investors and a chill on
Wall Street but a generation of hackers frozen like mastodons in
the Microsoft ice age, and a lot of decent people wondering:
What good is this computer stuff anyway? Sufficiently advanced
technology may be indistinguishable from magic, but is it really
making life more worth living? Where's the beef?
Even at
the MIT Media Lab, which has been ground zero for blast after
digital blast, teams are scrambling to pioneer a post-computer
society, exploring implications for life in the numinous
high-tech beyond, sometime after the Internet. A few years ago,
to teethe on this, we launched an effort called Things That
Think (TTT), our cute name for a research thrust to explore
embedded intelligence very broadly. What might happen when
commonplace objects, like shoes or underwear or furniture or
toys, begin to contain more sensory and computer power than we
can currently predict, and when innate, wireless nets fluidly
link them to the rest of the planet's infinitely scaling
information systems? Surely, thinking machinery will infest
heretofore inanimate things. What then? The implications are
fantastic and profound.
TTT felt
like a big bang when we launched it. We put on our sunglasses
with embedded holodisplays, ready for a bright future. After
all, we were blazing trails into a networked world that would
stretch far beyond today's Tinkertoy Internet. It was so
obvious: the computer revolution hadn't even begun yet. But
after just a few years, folks (observers and researchers alike)
became blasé. Being digital was for old farts. As the giddiness
faded, we tried being more outrageous: How about edible
computing? Quantum machinery? A smart coffee cup? Teleportation?
And visitors would say, "Oh." It was as if every
whizzy thing that could be dreamed could be built. Science
fiction was just an implementation detail. What's a poor
inventor to do? Retire to a life of venture capital?
As the
digital industries grow out of their adolescence, people are
beginning to question where these technologies are really taking
us. So when an old lab's research themes fade and new ones
emerge, folks pay attention. And at the Media Lab, the freshest
aims involve domains such as art and human expression, creative
societies in developing nations, expeditionary and ecological
field efforts, and Media Labs in other countries as an ongoing
way to explore creative technology in indigenous contexts—bold
and humane efforts that take computing and communication and any
other sort of imaginative technology utterly for granted, like
paper or duct tape.
To me,
some of the most interesting avenues involve the deployment of
powerful technologies in communities that are furthest from
being overtly ready, in the hands of people who are passionate
and starving to put it to use. One of the world's best examples
is Cambodia.
The first
time I visited, about five years ago, Cambodia was a nation of
about 10 million people with perhaps 10,000 telephones. You
could count the cars in Phnom Penh. Most taxis were scooters
(for 50 cents, you could ride almost anywhere). Few roads were
paved. Electricity was sporadic. The temples at Angkor had
recently reopened, though few visitors made the pilgrimage.
Pockets of Khmer Rouge troops were still at large in the
Elephant Mountains to the north, as was Pol Pot, so the remote
temples were off limits. I saw a horrifying number of amputees.
My most
vivid memory, though, is of the children: There were wonderful
kids running and playing everywhere, bubbling over with energy.
It was like seeing the green baby plants that grow back after a
forest fire. Walk through the temple ruins at Angkor, and you
were never alone: A swarm of kids surrounded you, first begging
for handouts but quickly giving way to laughter and games. They
seemed to be able to chatter in most of the tourist languages
and make lightning calculations of foreign currency values.
At the
time, I wondered how technology might take root there. Cell
phones were a natural; developing regions often leapfrog to
next-generation technologies. But with such a lack of
infrastructure, how would computers find a useful role? The
answer turned out to be by leapfrogging to the next generation
of people.
Today, for
U.S. $14,000 you can build an elementary school in rural
Cambodia. You can even name it for someone you love. Click on http://www.cambodiaschools.com/
and build one. Last year, I saved my money and built a school
for my mom; it was the nicest Christmas present she had ever
received. And what happens to your donation is extraordinary.
Your
$14,000 is matched by $12,000 from the World Bank. And $2,000 of
it is kept for teachers' salaries (in order to import a new
breed of teachers). So for $24,000 net, a three- to five-room
elementary school is built in a rural village. But for an extra
$1,700, the school gets a solar roof to power its computers (ah,
there's the technology). Apple Japan and others have been
donating machinery to these causes.
Now, in
these schools, there is no segregation by race, age,
intelligence or anything else, which is undoubtedly a healthier
way to learn than the factory format used in most Western
countries. There's certainly no busing. And as quickly as we can
manage it, the schools will be online: remote village schools,
jacked into the world's online knowledge. You'll find Khmer kids
tuning in to online lectures from great university professors.
It's already happening. There's only one problem: Who can help
these schools bootstrap, and bring them up to speed with
computer skills? The amazing answer turns out to be—orphans.
One of the
heartbreaking consequences of the Pol Pot regime is the number
of orphans. The Future Light Orphanage on the outskirts of Phnom
Penh is a computer learning center for orphaned kids (http://www.camnet.com.kh/future.light).
The orphanage has been equipped with a large number of computers
(including machines no longer needed at MIT). In just a few
years, some of Cambodia's savviest computer experts have grown
up there.
So when it
came time to bootstrap computer-based teaching in rural villages
like Robib (see http://www.villageleap.com/),
the orphaned kids were invited to help (with permission of the
minister for education). Like an MIS SWAT team, the kids set up
machines, got e-mail working so they could stay in touch with
their pals back home, and hacked at ways to transmit Khmer,
their native language (Microsoft Outlook chokes on Khmer)
instead of broken English. Today, this network helps Robib
villagers sell silk weavings in a new worldwide market.
When you
ask Cambodian kids what they want to be when they grow up, the
answer used to be "a truck driver." Or a cook, or a
waiter in one of the fancy new hotels. But ask the kids at the
orphanage, and the answer is, "I want to be a computer
pioneer." And ask the orphans after they've gone into a
village to help the schools bootstrap, and they say, "I
want to be a teacher." They are not just bootstrapping the
technology; they are bootstrapping the culture, and the
self-esteem of the community around them.
By
January, there will be between 30 and 50 new schools in
Cambodia. Thanks to this new form of networked microphilanthropy,
you can watch online, brick by brick, as the school you helped
found comes together. You will receive the very first e-mail
messages as kids come online. I plan to visit the schools myself
in February, with my mother. Mom will help dedicate the Dixon
Learning Center. It's the best Christmas present ever: a cure
for the digital winter, and a reconnection to things that
matter.
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