Saturday, October 18, 2025

Laggard or Luddite?


Artificial Intelligence, or AI for short, is all the rage these days. Silicon Valley is all over it. AI-related start-ups are everywhere. AI-related posts and stories are flooding social media, LinkedIn and business news stories. Market valuations for AI-related companies are soaring just as dotcom companies did at the turn of the millennium.

Take Nvidia, for example. This relatively modest chip‑maker once focused on graphical user interface chips (the technology that renders images and video on device screens). In recent years, it’s become a poster child for the AI boom. Nvidia’s chips are ideal for AI because they can handle thousands of calculations simultaneously, making them perfect for the massive data processing AI requires.

Its valuation recently climbed to over $4 trillion, making it one of the most valuable companies on the planet. In essence, investors believe that as demand for AI hardware (like the specialised chips Nvidia produces) grows, so too will its profits. However, when valuations shoot up so fast, there’s always a question of whether expectations are running ahead of what’s actually possible.


Sadly, I’m old enough to remember more than one tech boom in decades past. When I began my career at IBM in 1991, the desktop computing phenomenon was taking off. Desktop computing was hot, and local area networking, the technology linking desktops together, was emerging rapidly. Likewise, new desktop applications were on the rise, including tools we take for granted these days, such as spreadsheets, word processors and email.

When I joined IDC, a technology industry analyst firm, later the same year, I quickly learned that in the previous decade, minicomputers had been the proverbial golden child. They'd progressively transferred the capabilities of room-sized, and horrendously expensive, mainframe computers onto smaller and cheaper machines. I was writing about the industry's evolution as research manager for The Computing 100, the local technology industry's annual bible. At the time, the minicomputer boom was drawing to a close, and the industry was in recession for the first time in more than a decade.


As an aside, I ghostwrote most of the publication in 1993. It subsequently opened the door for my 20-year career in technology public relations. In March 1993, I responded to an ad in the computer section of the Sydney Morning Herald's employment pages. A company called Recognition Public Relations was seeking applicants who enjoy writing about computers.  During my job interview with Steve Townsend, the company's owner, I was asked about my relevant writing experience. I placed a copy of The Computing 100 on the desk and said, "I wrote this."  Needless to say, I got the job.

By the late 1990s, the rise of the internet had superseded the desktop revolution. At the time, Recognition Public Relations was actively promoting this burgeoning technology and its day-to-day use. I still recall the first time I wrote about the internet. It was a user story prepared on behalf of a client called Softway.

It had helped implement a Unix-based internet solution for the Royal Botanic Gardens in Sydney. I interviewed the Chief Botanist, asking him about his use of the Internet. He explained that he could instantly view images of leaf images in the archives of Kew Gardens in London. I remember thinking, "How on earth do I make this internet thing sound remotely interesting?"

Soon after, the dotcom boom was upon us - followed swiftly by the dotcom bust. A few years later, the mobile app and social media boom emerged, and a new wave of Silicon Valley unicorns was born. Scroll forward another decade or so, and now it’s the turn of AI.

I’ll be honest — I still don’t fully grasp the whole “AI” phenomenon. There's also a hint of deja vu about the whole thing. Everyone talks about it like it’s the dawn of a new age, just as they did about desktop computers, the internet and mobile phones. I’ve also attended numerous events where I've seen stunning demonstrations of AI writing, drawing, creating video content and holding conversations — even making decisions of its own. It’s impressive stuff.

It's mind-blowing that machines can now “learn” from experience. I understand the theory, but part of me still finds it unsettling — a tool that thinks for itself somehow blurs the line between human and machine. In simple terms, artificial intelligence is just a fancy way of saying “teaching computers to think a bit like people.” It’s not magic — it’s math and pattern recognition.

Machine learning, the part that gives AI its smarts, works by feeding the computer huge amounts of data — photos, text, sounds, you name it — and letting it find patterns on its own. The more examples it sees, the better it gets at guessing what comes next. It’s a bit like how we learn: by making mistakes, getting feedback, and slowly improving. Show it enough pictures of cats and dogs, and eventually it can tell them apart — though it doesn’t see them the way we do. It’s really just number crunching on a massive scale, but somehow, out of all that math, it starts to look a lot like thinking.


As I look at my own business, I struggle to see the role that AI can play within it. However, we’ve been experimenting with AI in small ways. For example, we’ve used it to create lifestyle images for some of our older products lacking this kind of marketing content (like the image above). We also use it to quickly generate code for new product pages on our website. I’ve used it to help me create the first draft of advertorial promotions. I even used today to help draft this blog post.

However, I realise that I’m finally showing my age. The thought of trying to learn AI and master its use does my head in. I’d rather leave this challenge for a younger generation. I vividly recall my father expressing similar sentiments about spreadsheets. He wasn’t keen on learning how to use and apply this desktop technology. As someone who’s used spreadsheets his entire working career, I couldn’t imagine life without them. No doubt some young person will say the same thing about AI in the years ahead.

While I’m not keen to be a digital pioneer, I'm certainly no technology luddite. I’ve learned over time that entrepreneurial organisations eventually find clever ways to integrate new technologies into the mainstream and help smaller businesses deploy them in meaningful ways. Therefore, I'm more than happy to adopt this new technology as practical applications emerge and their day-to-day installation and activation become seamless. I wonder what I’ll be saying about AI in a decade from now.

Sunday, October 12, 2025

On the fringe


The Sydney Fringe Festival is a quirky event which has been running for more than a decade. It’s a 30-day arts festival filled with all manner of eclectic events, exhibitions and live performances. According to its website, The Sydney Fringe Festival is the largest independent arts festival in New South Wales, with over 450 events presented in over 70 venues across Greater Sydney each year.

On Saturday, Garry and I had tickets to Elixir Revived, a comedic acrobatic routine being performed in a temporary dome at the Sydney Entertainment Quarter. The performance delivered by three athletic young men lasted little more than an hour. Some of the acrobatics on display were impressive, while other aspects of the show were a little mundane. However, given the relatively modest ticket price, we couldn’t complain.


Earlier in the day, Garry and I met up with friends at The Paddington on Oxford Street for lunch. Jacqui and Mandy were in full force. Lunch kicked off at 1:00pm. We then went for a drink (or two) at the Paddo Inn, before Garry and I walked directly to the Entertainment Quarter to catch our festival event at 7:00pm.

Someone left their sunglasses at the pub. That would be me. As a result, after the show Garry and I walked back to Paddington, collected the lost sunglasses, and went for dinner at Thai Nesia. This restaurant is an institution. I recall dining here thirty years ago. I was surprised it was still going. According to my phone, we clocked up 13,763 steps. Not a bad day’s outing.

Monday, September 29, 2025

My seventh decade begins


And just like that, I turned 60. Last Saturday, Garry and I hosted a party for 35 people in our apartment (we had at least four last-minute dropouts). Garry has been secretly beavering away for months, preparing for the big day. While I was privy to some details, he’d successfully kept me in the dark regarding much of what ultimately unfolded.
 
Matt and Shelley, and Hamish (who’d just returned from Europe a few days earlier) flew in on Friday evening. I collected them from the airport after work. They stayed with us over the weekend before flying out again today. As Hamish noted, this is the first time all three brothers have been together in Sydney. 

The weather forecast was perfect. Saturday dawned warm and sunny with a predicted high of 31°C and an overnight low of 19°C. However, temperatures were forecast to be around 22°C at midnight (which they were). It was perfect weather to host a party outdoors on our rooftop balcony. And what a party it was!


Hamish was assigned the task of keeping me out of the house while a team of friends and family prepped the apartment. This included Matt and Shelley, who were roped into helping with the set-up. Garry transformed our apartment into the most extraordinary venue in less than seven hours. I’ll let the photos speak for themselves. I was absolutely blown away by what greeted me when I arrived home at 5:40pm.
 

Hamish and I kept ourselves busy from about 10am by walking into the city to venture up Sydney Tower. It’s been a decade or two since I last visited this landmark attraction. As part of our excursion, we made a last-minute decision to do the Skywalk experience. This involved putting on a harness and walking around the outside of the tower’s observation pod more than 268 metres above the street.

At first, Hamish was a little dubious about the hour-long experience, but came away glowing. Afterwards, we walked down to The Rocks, wandered through the weekend market, and took the Argyle Cut through to Barangaroo. We completed our city excursion by walking the length of Darling Harbour and catching a tram back to Moore Park. Hamish went directly up to the apartment while I changed into my party clothes at a friend's apartment. Earlier in the week, Garry and I had gone shopping for new outfits to ensure we looked our best for the occasion.


Hamish was under strict instructions to ensure I didn’t eat a big lunch or knock back too many beers. As a result, we arrived home sober and hungry. I’m glad we did. Garry booked a private chef, two waiters and a barman for the party, thus releasing the two of us to host our guests. The evening kicked off with canapes and champagne, before a sumptuous buffet dinner was served. Again, I’ll let photos do the talking.


The evening was a roaring success. The crowd was a wonderful blend of friends, old and new, plus family members, young and old. The longest-standing friendship in attendance was Adam Benson, whom I met in 1994, while the newest friends were Stu and Sally, whom Garry and I met in Tonga earlier this month.

Apparently, the City Council’s Noise Abatement Officer made an appearance around 10:30pm. We were politely asked to turn down the music; otherwise, if he returned, our stereo would be confiscated. I had no idea this had happened until Matt revealed all at breakfast on Sunday.


Hamish delivered an impressive, heart-warming speech before I launched into a pre-prepared monologue (queue groans as I pulled out my sheet of paper). I wanted to acknowledge the common bond that united everyone in the room, beyond just the family. In essence, those who were there share an innate curiosity about life and an annoying habit of pushing the boundaries. Each, in their own way, was an entrepreneur of some description, personally or professionally. Someone who takes a risk in life, gives everything a go, and rarely accepts 'no' for an answer. 

I also took time to list some of the other numbers beyond 60 that have meaning in my life. Numbers like 35, the number of years since I migrated to Australia, or ten, the number of years Garry and I have owned Artiwood, and of course, the number two, representing the two mothers we lost last year.

As the cake cutting and speeches concluded, purely by chance, the skyline lit up with fireworks over the harbour. Garry and I farewelled our final guests around 3:30am. It really was a night to remember. I couldn’t have asked for a better celebration.  I think it may have even topped my 40th birthday weekend.

Welcome to my seventh decade!


Monday, September 22, 2025

Count down to the big event


We're into the final week of preparation for my 60th birthday party. Garry and I are hosting about 40 people in our apartment on Saturday. It's going to be huge! We have guests flying in from New Zealand and driving down from Ballina and Newcastle.  Hamish, Matt & Shelley fly in on Friday evening.

We didn't do anything grand for my 50th birthday, so it's been twenty years since our last big bash (although we did host Murray's 70th birthday in our home).  Garry is making up for lost time and is going all out with the festivities. We have a private chef coming in to prepare canapes and cook a sumptuous buffet meal, plus we have a dedicated barman and two waiters working hard to keep everyone happy. Garry has also hired furniture for the evening, including bar tables, bar stools, a temporary bar and outdoor gas heaters.

Garry has a mammoth decorating plan in place that I'm not privy to. I've been instructed to leave the home at 9:00am on Saturday and not return until it starts at 5:30pm.  He's roped in Matt and Shelley as his decorating crew, while Hamish has been assigned babysitting duties to ensure I stay away from the house. 


Garry spent yesterday cleaning the entire northern balcony, water-blasting the tiles, walls and shade cloth.  I washed more than 70 wine and champagne glasses, as well as weeding pots and potting replacement plants around the balcony. We now have four lovely new Woolly Bush plants in place, ready for Summer.

The night is going to be epic!  Watch this space.

Sunday, September 14, 2025

And that was Tonga


Garry and I are homeward bound following a relaxing couple of days in Tongatapu. Thursday consisted of a leisurely wander through the local Talamahu Markets, followed by an outdoor lunch at Friends Cafe. At the markets, we secured a few handicraft souvenirs to remind us of our time in Tonga, including a simply carved wooden Humpback whale. It perfectly captured the essence of our whale swims on Ha'apai.


We've also bought a turtle print hand-painted on paper made from pandanus leaves. The artist is a delightful old woman who explained to us how she'd made the paper as well as creating the final artwork. The pandanus leaves are first softened by soaking them in seawater, then beaten, pressed together and dried to form smooth sheets of paper.  In the image below, our souvenir was displayed in the gap visible in the top row of artwork.


Earlier in the week, while snorkelling, Garry and I came across long ropes of pandanus leaves tied to the seafloor by the locals. We'd initially thought these waving strands were farmed seaweed. It was fascinating to then see the same flowing strands carefully dried, trimmed and bundled, ready for sale in the market.

Friday was spent on a full-day private tour of Tongatapu Island. The itinerary included plenty of noteworthy highlights. Our first sight of the day was Tsunami Rock, also known as Maui Rock. This humongous rock sits in splendid isolation on the island's southern coast. It's one of several similar boulders lying along the coast.


This massive lump of coral reef, measuring approximately 15 × 11 × 9 metres, was swept more than 200 metres inland hundreds of years ago. These days, it sits on an open plain towering above the surrounding grassland. According to geologists, Tsunami Rock is one of the largest wave-lifted boulders ever found and the third-largest boulder in the world. Let’s just say it is big!


Our next stop, the Mapu'a Vaea Blowholes along the island’s southwest coastline, were unbelievable. We spent at least half an hour watching kilometres of blowholes going off again and again in a mesmerising sequence along the coast. Without a doubt, this experience made up for our failed attempt to visit the Alofaaga Blowholes in Sa'avii last year.

Our guide then drove us across the island to Anahulu Cave. Along the way, we stopped to visit Captain Cook's final landing place in Tonga. He visited the islands on three separate occasions. The last of these visits, in 1777, is marked by a small park and plaque. Our guide showed a partially hidden hole cut into the tidal rock shelf, revealing that Cook had carved it as a mooring point for his longboat. Who knows if this is true? It certainly made for an entertaining story.

Garry received a text message from his Dad while at Cook's Landing. Sadly, Murray's brother, Alan Smith (Garry's Uncle), had just died. The previous night, while walking to dinner, Garry and I called Murray to wish him a Happy Birthday via FaceTime. Murray told us Alan was in palliative care, so this news wasn't entirely unexpected.


We were lucky enough to enjoy the entire cave system to ourselves for almost an hour.  This included a 15-minute swim in one of the cave's crystal-clear underground freshwater pools. The caves were completely enclosed and lit by electric bulbs. We ventured about 50 metres into the interior, weaved around stalagmites and stalagtights, before reaching the swimming hole.

The water was surprisingly warm. Our tour guide's young nephew, who'd joined us for the day, demonstrated how to jump safely from a rock ledge. I decided to give it a go. Garry wasn't game to try. Enjoy the video above. I can honestly say, I've never swum in a cave before. It's a truly magical experience.


Our final two stops were historical highlights. First, we visited the ancient royal tombs at Lapaha on the northern shores of Tongatapu. They're the remnants of the first and second royal dynasties of Tonga. The precision stonework still visible on these decaying rock platforms is impressive to say the least. 

As we wandered through the grounds, our guide explained that the current Tongan Royal Family is actually the third in a series of dynasties. The first dynasty originated in the 10th century with a mythical figure called ʻAhoʻeitu. This line ended around 1470 when the reigning Tuʻi Tonga transferred his temporal powers to his brother. This second dynasty then ended in 1865 with the death of the last Tuʻi Tonga, Sanualio Fatafehi Laufilitonga. 

The current House of Tupou is a continuation of the Tuʻi Kanokupolu Dynasty led by the first constitutional monarch, George Tupou I.  We learned that the white marble lion we'd spotted adorning the modern royal tombs during last week's self-guided walking tour marks his grave.

  
Our final stop was Ha'amonga ‘a Mau'i Historic Park. This is the site of the second capital of Ancient Tonga, known as Heketā (Royal Compound). It was home to the first royal dynasty. The prominent feature of this park is the Ha'amonga ‘a Maui (Trilithon) - a monumental stone gateway comprising three coral limestone slabs. It is estimated that each slab weighs more than 20 tonnes and stands at 6 metres in height. It's colloquially known as Tonga’s Stonehenge.


Our tour concluded with a drive-by viewing of the island’s famous fishing pigs! They’re local pigs that go rooting for worms and shellfish in the coastal mud at low tide. Unbelievable.
 
  
We finished our final full day in Tonga, catching up with newfound friends we made on Ha’apai. We enjoyed cocktails overlooking the reef with Fee and Mary-Jo Van Hoppe before joining them for dinner at their hotel. Earlier this week, Matafunoa Lodge featured them doing an ocean swim in an awesome drone-shot video

Our time in Tonga has been an incredible experience. It’ll be hard work getting back to reality!