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Suddenly happy

Last Friday I rushed out a response to a Request for Qualifications, hitting the &#8220send&#8221 button four minutes before the 5 pm deadline. At the time, it seemed like another chore to get done before starting the weekend. I was feeling deskbound and work-weary, and I was already ginning myself up for my Saturday ride.

I shouldn’t have let myself feel so burdened. First of all, the project was right up my alley: digging through some arcane and confusing regulations, boiling those down into implementable design criteria, facilitating consensus among regulators and municipal staff, training land development planners and engineers&#8212all stuff I like to do.

And it was a chance to finally get some payday after months of off-the-books assistance to the beleaguered staff of small-to-medium-sized California municipalities, including many on the Central Coast.

Today I got an email from the prospective client, asking to discuss what I’d sent in. My first thought was that I’d left something out of the submittal. To my surprise, they’d already selected, and I’m in.

And suddenly I was full of energy, and quite excited&#8212not just with the satisfaction of having won something, but with the prospect of doing the project, and particularly the anticipation of working more closely and frequently with the people involved.

The fact of this sudden pleasure&#8212it’s good information. At 54, and in the mature phase of my career, I sometimes question the choices I’ve made, and ask myself how long I want to keep doing this. Apparently, for now, a while longer.

The stupid, it hurts

Four days after the Newtown massacre, I’ve had all I can stand.

The radio pundits, the listeners calling in, conversations on the street&#8230 pontificating, speculating, hand-wringing, making the same old tired points&#8230

Mass shootings, as horrifying as they are, and as frequent as they have become, are rare events. That means (in all probability) no valid trends, no valid comparisons, no valid generalizations.

Which isn’t going to stop all the talk about video games, or moral decay, or mental health, or being male, or a loner, or bad parenting, or (God help us) school &#8220security,&#8221 any of which may or may not have had anything to do what happened in the individual and incomparable events in Newtown, Aurora, and Oak Creek, or with what might have prevented any or all of them.

You want to look at consistently pervasive social factors that are closely correlated with violent tragedies?

Let’s start with stupidity, by which I mean the inability to tell the difference between fearful hand-wringing, idle speculation, fantasy, and moralizing, on the one hand, and thoughtful, dispassionate analysis, preferably backed up by actual data, on the other. Stupidity keeps us from addressing social problems and human suffering, and it is spread, avidly and without attention to consequence, ubiquitously and twenty-four-seven as we like to say. So if we’re going to go on about video games and moral decay, let me put in an oar and say that yes, it was stupidity that killed those kids and keeps us stuck in a social condition where more massacres are inevitable.

Of course, if you want a better kind of stupidity&#8212the &#8220keep it simple, stupid&#8221 kind that states the obvious in attempt to bring about some clarity&#8212then I’ll offer that common factors in all these incidents were (1) that they were horrible, tragic, and senseless, and (2) there were, um, you know, guns involved.

Training

A year ago last summer I helped Riverside County municipalities draft stormwater guidance for new development projects. After many subsequent revisions, the Regional Water Quality Control Board for the Santa Ana Region approved the municipalities’ Water Quality Management Plan on October 22. New permit requirements kick in for projects reviewed on or after December 6&#8212tomorrow&#8212so it’s timely I’m down here to do a training session for staff. Slides are here (20MB .pptx).

I had fun compiling, distilling, and adapting lessons gained elsewhere. The first of two duplicate sessions went well today, and I’ve got a whole new crowd tomorrow afternoon. Training for land development professionals is being scheduled for January.

Outputs and Outcomes

As noted in this post, our regional group of regulators and municipal stormwater permittees is moving away from quantifying trash loads and trash reductions.

That’s a good thing, but we seem to be stuck with assessing success by documenting outputs (for example, frequency of street sweeping, or portion of the drainage system equipped with capture devices) as well as documenting outcomes (for example, less trash on streets or in creeks).

Documenting outcomes is hard, and results are uncertain. A municipal permittee could try like hell to clean up the trash but trash could still increase because of factors beyond its control (for example, a demographic change, or windier weather). Or vice versa: There could be less trash over time, but for reasons that have nothing to do with the local trash reduction program. A municipal permittee’s compliance shouldn’t be subject to vagaries.

But the assessment of success shouldn’t be about compliance. It should be about continuous improvement.

To solve a problem iteratively, you need to first guess a solution. Then you need a way to tell whether you are off, and in what direction. Measuring outcomes at least gives you a chance to figure out whether what works and what doesn’t. You might give yourself a bum steer (because of vagaries), but you can at least try to consider the context and make sense of the results. In contrast, measuring outputs shows that you tried, but there’s no way it can help make your efforts more effective.

Similar and Different

How do we measure success?

In a meeting this past week, a group of municipal staff, Regional Water Board staff, and consultants reviewed a framework for local trash reduction plans. Each of 75-odd Bay Area cities, towns, and county governments will need to prepare these plans to reduce and eliminate&#8212by 2024&#8212trash in stormwater.

Back in 2009, most of these same folks worked on requirements for interim (short-term) plans to reduce trash by 40% by 2014. Those plans have been in effect for 3 years. What have we learned (or not learned)?

Here comes the crazy: We all know those numbers can’t be met. They certainly can’t be met in the places with the toughest trash problems, and not in the midst of a recession and financial crisis.

We could make some progress, though. We could make a difference, if we marshaled what resources we have and agreed to learn as we go along.
Even that is hard, because we also need to uphold the fiction of those numbers. For Water Board staff those numbers are a bulwark from political and legal pressures brought by environmental advocates and by other regulators. For local governments, the numbers are protection from enforcement actions and lawsuits.

Beginning in 2009, we created &#8220baseline&#8221 estimates of existing trash and ways to credit activities&#8212like street sweeping, public education, and creek cleanups&#8212toward the 40% goal. Recently we’ve agreed it didn’t work because the estimates are too imprecise.

But that’s not the half of it. There’s also a conceptual error here, one that goes to the core of what scientific understanding is all about.
Things are similar; this makes science possible. Things are different; this makes science necessary. (Paraphrasing from here.)

Urban trash is similar and different. Trash in storm drains is correlated to land use and to average household income. Sweeping streets more frequently does, ceteris paribus, pick up more trash. But the correlations aren’t strong enough to be the basis for directing local cleanup efforts. You’d be taking shots in the dark.

Generalizing from particulars is fine. But assuming any and all particular instances conform to the generality? Unless the correlations are very tight&#8212something that doesn’t happen much in nature or in stormwater&#8212that practice will yield wrong results much of the time.

Wrong as in creating perverse incentives to sweep streets that are already clean, to install capture devices where trash isn’t, and to overlook obvious trash sources that weren’t anticipated and weren’t assigned &#8220credits&#8221.

Two More Years

Sending in my check to renew my Professional Engineer’s License, my 11th 2-year renewal. It’s like the best cereal box prize ever. Especially the secret decoder ring.

Whatever the hell

Hunter is consistently the best read at DailyKos. Bitter, sarcastic, and self-amused, his satire seems a perfect balance to the jaw-dropping outrages that are politics and media in the US today.

Today he comments on birtherism (the belief that President Obama was not born in the United States). Noting the prevalence of this belief dropped in April 2011, after Obama released his long-form birth certificate, but has now increased again, Hunter writes:

&#8230releasing actual factual information about something only changes public knowledge about that thing for a short period of time, then folks go back to believing whatever the hell they want to believe.

Exactly. It would be harder, I think, to identify the set of conditions under which public knowledge could actually be changed by presentation of facts.

Cars out to get me

Not to be paranoid about it.
Jack, from whom I sublease this storefront space on Solano Avenue, called me Saturday afternoon. I was at home, so I rode the single-speed over, just in time to take a few pictures as it was all being boarded up.
There’s angle parking in front. Apparently an elderly driver was backing out of the space, and as happens all too often, collided with a vehicle coming down the street. The driver panicked, shifted from reverse into drive, and hit the gas, accelerating over the curb, across the sidewalk and into the nail salon next door to my office.
Meanwhile, in the nail salon, a customer had just arisen from the couch and headed for the restroom. The car slammed into the couch and pushed it through the wall into the real estate office next door.Couch pushed through wall
Next door, debris filled the vestibule. The frame of the street front door was mangled, and the glass shattered. Flying debris left a ding in the door to my office, which was otherwise unscathed.
Debris in the vestibule outside my officeSo here I am, working a few feet away from the debris, which hasn’t been cleaned up, and without my view out on to the Avenue. The new chipboard they used to board the place up, heated by the sun on the outside, is off-gassing. Time to get out of here and start my vacation week now.

Los Tocayos Carlos

In the first days of November 2004 I spent three days working for the John Kerry campaign in Albuquerque. My then-wife Jennifer and I joined with Jim Liebman to GOTV on the city’s northwest side. We parted from him in sadness after watching the returns that evening.

Nearly eight years later, I was glad to see his long-awaited book&#8212part of his lifelong efforts in opposition to the death penalty&#8212managed to get a little press.

Three somewhat random observations:

  1. Innocents like Carlos DeLuna will continue to be wrongly executed long as Americans continue to support the death penalty.
  2. Eyewitnesses can be dead wrong.
  3. If you ever wanted an example of how one person can make a difference, and what it takes to do so, I present you Jim Liebman. Heck, he even took on reforming the New York City Public School system.