At the dawn of the second age, the desktop computer signaled the end of an era.
My coal-mining grandfather didn’t mean to but he inspired me to become an engineer. He regaled me with the stories of Doncaster, puffing on his pipe. We’d be standing in the middle of nowhere, Cusworth Country Park looking at the gentle rolling countryside. He’d be puffing on his pipe and he’d tell me we were standing on a roman road that ran straight to London. I’d think he was pulling my leg. Next he’d tell me Doncaster was a fishing port in them days. Oh come on! Grandad! Aye it’s true lad. With great affection I remember his patience in telling me the stories of the great lords of engineering and his own contributions to safety in the mines in the days before mechanization. My grandfather, from a family of twelve brothers (all down the mines), started work with the pit ponies at the age of eleven. He saw the general strike of 1929, he was refused military duty for the second world war and fought to keep Scargill from the mines and lost. When he retired he had spent 52 years down the mines and didn’t miss a day of it and wouldn’t wish a moment on anyone. He defined stoicism, pride and intelligence. Mechanization and the world economy changed the coal business in Britain forever. And my grandfather was indeed right about all the things he ever told me. Miners like him are extinct now.
The coal Britain produced for over a hundred years fuelled the mighty industrial revolution and the great lords of engineering ruled everything. One such great talent was Isambard Kingdom Brunel. He came from a family escaping the French revolution. His father Marc Brunel is credited with the first factory for making the threaded holes in wooden blocks for the rigging of the sailing ships, and boots for Wellington’s army. The end of the Napoleonic wars probably spelt doom for their ventures. Isambard went to university in Paris while his father avoided bankruptcy. Brunel had his first site experience on the first Thames tunnel and nearly lost his life; he designed the greatest sailing ships the world had ever seen, the fastest train time to Bristol and the first suspension bridge. An extraordinary talent who died at the young age of 54 from overwork. He was brash, aggressive but also a man who lived in the future.
Where was I? The desktop computer, the second age. But hang on whatever happened to the first age? The first age was ruled by mighty mainframes getting bigger aye lad. Puff puff, It were brilliant, structural engineers and mathematicians were the rulers of it. Puff puff. It were not pretty but it put man on the moon, built nuclear submarines and designed earthquake-safe bridges. Good enough for me. Then some booger comes along and puts a desktop computer out. Puff puff. What he’d do that for? Can you hear my grandad ? That’s me now!
Quite simple, profit. Mass market, mass opportunity. Sort yourselves out chaps, well done thank you. Go go. I am not sure if Brunel had an accent but nothing stopped him, parliament, limits, or any other engineer. Maybe Bill Gates could measure up to Brunel but I am not so sure. At least Bill is a gentleman although he was aggressive in pursuit of his goal and he saw the future too. But Bill left a mortal wound in the structural engineering profession and it could continue to bleed us dry.
However, in pursuit of their own agenda, the structural analysis programmers, the lords of the second age undertook a pyramidal effort to build the best structural analysis programs. While the engineers struggled to come to terms with Windows for Workgroup 3.11 Lotus 123 and Symphony were slashing it out for the top spot only to become Excel. The rapid proliferation of computer languages, opportunities, diversities, continual upgrades and revisions left the engineers dispirited and exhausted trying to keep up. The structural analysis programmers saw an opportunity to capitalize and with a wink said, “we’ll take care of that.” And we accepted it. We turned out backs on the world and became specialists. Now when we analyze, we hit the button and file it.
The diversity the desktop technology brought, in terms of better pay in newly spawned industries and the old boys hanging their hats to retire, left us bleeding and lacking continuity. At one time calculations were the engineers pride and joy, with the power of the pencil he could draw the problems out to match anything Brunel designed. Now we are walking backwards into a tar pit of mediocrity and killing our potential productivity too.
Compare the ages. One age was the t-square on upright boards, rotring pens, pin ups, smoking, constant banter, slide rules, well-thumbed tables and a huge draughty hall. To be an engineer then was to be respected and leading the team. The current age is a silent sea of computers, cubicles, privacy, no tables, and a sterile office. The engineer is becoming a figurehead. The defaults of the new technology overwhelmed us and we sacrificed quality to third party. The modern programmers don’t realize the terrible mess they have left in their wake to innovate technology again and again. I am not nostalgic, I am worried, am I alone in what I see?
The major difference for me, is the calculations. I learned my trade and craft from the power of good calculations. It would simplify, educate and be a work of art to appreciate. I see a calculation today and it will likely be disappointing, difficult to read and very detailed. Is this the path into the future? Engineers have the power to change their roles and prove their ability but they have to be inspired. We live in the age of defaults and we have to break those too.
I lived in two eras and I believe we are facing extinction in the third. Puff puff. Now like my grandad, I am leaning on the fence staring into eternity wondering what Brunel would say?
