Jewish Mothers of Technology

Here is a post I wrote for the Jewish Women’s Archive last week. I have been watching the tech revolution from a cozy perch in the Tramiel family since 1983, and I have decided that the difference between a tech worker who becomes a hero and a tech worker who becomes a retired tech worker is just PR. So I’m out to give the women who have been innovators, mentors, facilitators, or otherwise important parts of the tech revolution some attention.

I have to say Sheryl Sandberg inspired me by crystallizing what I might have known all along–women don’t promote themselves enough.  And these days, it is ALL about promotion.  The smartest thing Apple did was pour money into promotion. They still do.  But that’s a post for another day.

Read and enjoy:
http://jwa.org/blog/esther-wojcicki-jewish-mother-of-tech-revolution
 wait, how does one cut and paste?
Here. But it looks better on JWA.

I sometimes direct tourists toward ‘the HP garage,’ which is marked with a plaque and gets photographed a lot. It is three blocks down the street from my house. HP bought that garage, and the house it is attached to, decades ago, and preserves it. HP holds receptions in that old house sometimes, and people cherish the honor of being close to two pioneers of the technology revolution.
I’m here to tell you this: Some pioneers of the technology revolution are Jewish women. You don’t hear very much about them, because no one has put up a plaque for them yet. One of then is named Esther Wojcicki, aka “Woj.” Woj serves as Vice Chair on the Creative Commons Board of Directors, and is a pioneer in education and technology.
I sat down with her, and when I listed a few of the women contributors to the technology revolution, she had never heard of them but was not surprised that she hadn’t heard of them. “Girls, women, are taught to be retiring, and quiet,” she said. “I tell my kids to be very careful about that when they go out into the world.” Woj, as she is called, is the mother of three daughters who went into high tech, and is the surrogate mother to thousands more students she has taught in her 27 years as head of the journalism department at Palo Alto high school. She acknowledges that there is a lot of discrimination, and thinks women should just go ahead anyway.
“My daughter, Anne, had it the worst,” she relates. “She was in investment banking, and men would ask her to get them coffee, would try to get her to sleep with them, and she just told them,” Woj paused, “she just told them where to get off.” Anne, the youngest of Woj’s daughters, ran a mutual fund specializing in biotech before starting 23and Me, a personal genomics company.
“I would say I’m a feminist, yes,” Wojcicki said thoughtfully, “but I’m not a flag-waving feminist. I don’t devote my life to feminism. But what I do is I basically walk through life as a feminist and try to make sure all the doors are as open to women as they are to men, and I treat women in my classes the same way I treat men.”
Woj is proud that, even though they don’t have to, everyone in the family works. She and her husband helped their children, but only to a point. Her oldest, like most children, got some help from Mom and Dad when buying a house, but needed to rent out part of that house to two young graduate students (named Larry Page and Sergei Brin) to pay her mortgage.
“It was a huge house, 5 bedrooms and 3 baths for two people,” Woj said “We told ’em ‘use your resources!’ and it worked out.”
Now that Wojcicki daughter is a vice president at Google, “in charge of all their revenue,”Woj said proudly. “It worked out really well.”
Part of it is an unspoken ethic of tikkun olam, or as Woj calls it, making the world better. “You bring it into their childhood, the ethic that you can’t just sit around and do nothing, you have to change the world,” she said “And you have to realize that as a mother, you have almost zero control, once they get their own ideas.” Rebellion, she insists, is more than healthy—it’s essential.
Wojcicki has belonged to a synagogue all along, and sent her children to the public schools K-12. She is proud that her three daughters all belong to synagogues in the Bay Area, but a little puzzled that they send their children to private school.
“All my grandchildren are in Jewish Day schools.” Woj said, looking surprised. “I never thought that would happen.”
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Celebrating Women, Erma and Humility

I’ve just come back from the Erma Bombeck Writers Workshop. It was a wonderful weekend. I came away empowered, excited, and with a new perspective.  Erma was the first mom blogger–I ran around in high school thinking that I would be the next Erma Bombeck.  That did not happen.  I was not a mother,  I was Jewish, I was a teenager, and I was a New Yorker, not a Midwesterner. 

Then my dad got cancer and took a year and a half to die. While I got into lots of schools. I went to Barnard for college, not because it was single sex, but because it was close to my mother, and cheaper than Brown or UPenn.
I could have stopped shaving my legs and become a raving feminist, but I didn’t.  I used Nair, and  I stayed away from the “womenin” courses, you know Women in Film Women in Religion, Women in Literature.   I used the fact that I placed out of  Freshman English to take Shakespeare.  My first trip to the Columbia Bookstore I bought two huge books–an unabridged dictionary and a Complete Works of William Shakespeare.  I also took a JTS course on “Pirke Avot–Ethics of the Fathers,” that semester. 
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In the news, for the worst reason, my beloved father-in-law

If you know me in the real world, you know my father in law was famous at one time. Or maybe you don’t know.  Well, my father in law—I called him Dad, since my own father died in 1975–was Jack Tramiel, and he was a man who had incredible success in business, and changed the world through his Commodore products–inexpensive calculators and computers for everyone.
Then, at the pinnacle of Commodore’s success, he walked away from that business in January of 1984, started a company called “Tramel Technologies Limited,” with ‘Tramiel’ spelled without the “i” so people would say “Truh-MELL” instead of “Truh-MEEL” (didn’t work—people pronounced it “trammel”) then bought a division of Atari–the division that made home game machines and computers–from Warner Communications.
Atari Corporation (not Atari Games–that was the arcade division, they always made money) had a not-bad run as a public company for a few years. That company ceased to exist in 1996, and Jack retired into a quiet life of advocacy for Holocaust survivors, anonymous (mostly) philanthropy, family, and a struggle with a bad heart. There was a valve replacement, there were angioplasties, there was a pacemaker and defibrillator, and so many emergency trips to the hospital that Jack became friends with the ambulance drivers in his area.
He passed away on a Sunday afternoon one week ago, at Stanford hospital, with his family around him.
By midnight someone had tried to change Jack’s Wikipedia page TWICE to say he was dead, and my husband, a true geek, had received an email request for confirmation of the status change.  He confirmed his father’s change of status from living to dead.
The phone rang in my house Monday morning, when Jack’s sons were at the funeral home making arrangements.
That was a blogger for Forbes who looked me up in the White Pages. We chatted, and I confirmed the change of status.  He also confirmed the place of death and the pronunciation of his last name.
In the following days, many journalists called, and Jack’s sons answered their questions. My husband said “If they care enough to call to check their facts, they deserve an answer.”
The Washington Post called.
The San Jose Mercury News called.
The LA Times called.
The Wall Street Journal called.
The New York Times called.
Email and Facebook contact was made with Reuters, the IDG group, and the Daily Telegraph from England.
Every one got the facts straight, except for the NY Times, that got the pronunciation of “Tramiel” wrong, saying it was “Truh-MEEL,” when it is really “Truh-MELL,” to rhyme with “done well,” or “death knell.”
I sent the NY Times an email pointing out the error, and while I did not see a correction in the appropriate section, subsequent reprints did not have the sentence with “Truh-MEEL.” It’s a natural mistake.  In English, words that end in “iel” ( e.g. glockenspiel) are pronounced EEL, not ELL.
After reading that error, I set up a Google alert to see how many more the press turned out. I looked at most of the articles that Google highlighted. No one else that I saw repeated the “Truh-MEEL” mistake.
Several media outlets and blogs called him “Jacek Tramielski.” I can only speculate that people assume that if someone is foreign born, they had an ‘original’ name.  The researcher from the Daily Telegraph in the UK who contacted me on Facebook asked me that.
I don’t know if things are as simple as an  ‘original name’ for someone born in Europe before WWII.  My father, for instance was known as Adler, Adler Hershi, Samuel, Herman, and Harry Adler in business, but when I found his birth certificate, it was Samuel Armin.  Armin?  I had never heard that.
 Well, whatever.   I thought something like that might be the case with Jack, but we don’t know what his birth certificate says.
I kind of hoped one of the journalists would dig the birth certificate up, but as famous as Jack is, he is no Barack Obama. No one is looking for his long form birth certificate.
One blogger, in a rather bitter entry, said something nasty about the fact that Jack’s first name is a bit mysterious. Because bloggers live and die on page views, I’m not mentioning him. At all. Let him stew in his own bitterness.  I know lots of Yiddish curses I’m thinking of….
Here is what I know of Jack’s name: His wife and Polish friends called him Idek, his kids called him Dad, his Hebrew name was Yehuda, his last name changed from Trzmiel to Tramiel in 1948 or so.
I liked it so much, I’m putting it in AGAIN:

I read it out loud to the family at dinner–we sat and ate together a LOT this week, which was the only nice part of sitting shiva.  You can visit Robert X. Cringely’s blog all you want.  Twice.
Here’s his blog address again. Visit it a lot.


http://www.cringely.com



I like him.
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“Honey, could you Fix My Computer? Part II

I have to come out about something.
I’m not  straight.
But I don’t know what to call myself.  Maybe you can help me.
I don’t know the word for what I am, besides old.
I’m so old  I don’t know what words mean anymore.
 I’m so old I think a tranny is a part of car.
I’m so old I think three-way refers to an intersection.
I’m so old I think that LGBTQ could be a really fancy sandwich (maybe  LettuceGoudaTomatoBaconQuiche.  (why anyone would put quiche in a sandwich is beyond me, but these are modern times.  Stranger foods have appeared on the Web. And in books))
I’m so old that I was surprised to find there were THREE genders of bathroom in Crown College at UC Santa Cruz (and Crown is the most practical of the UCSC colleges, supposed to produce engineers and scientists. Porter is the arts college, they may have more than three )
I’m so old that I don’t know if PC  is short for  Politically Correct  (ideology), Personal Computer (as opposed to mainframe), or  type of operating system (MAC vs PC)
In the last sense, the sense of operating system, I am definitely bi.  I have an Apple laptop, and a PC desktop.  I go both ways.
I HAVE to.  It’s who I am.
Perhaps I was born this way.
When I started with computers, they were not separated by operating systems, just by brands,  sizes and programming languages, and we learned to type, not to keyboard. There was carbon paper. There was corrasable paper, and White-Out was on every desk next to the stapler.
 I was an early adopter,  a mainframe gal.  In junior high, I punched cards for the IBM 360. The card puncher had its own room, at the end of the hall, where it couldn’t hurt anybody. In high school, I could go to the  Gandalf terminal in the guidance office, set the “dip switches” to the prescribed settings, and do what I needed to do on monochrome screens along with the guys from the AV squad.   In college, I opened up my free student account at Columbia Computing Center and used EMACS to write programs whose output was printed out on paper that had green and white lines and holes on the sides. Out of college, I typed on IBM Selectrics with magnetic card systems. And I was using a Commodore 64 before it came out.  I had an inside track–one of its developers was my boyfriend.
I edited a magazine called the Atari Explorer in 1984, and wrote half of the Spring 1985 issue.  But my favorite writing in that magazine was just a title–it was an article on word processing programs for Personal Computers, and the title I wrote was  ‘Throw Out the White-Out.’  Which  I did, and never looked back.
Our house was the old kind of ‘PC’–  IBM compatible– till 2002,  when  against my husband’s wishes,  I bought my younger son an Apple Ibook when he was in 6th grade.   All his friends had one, and I wanted him to be normal.
 Imagine my surprise when I unwrapped the little white thing and discovered that it was solid and compact, and could probably survive being run over with a car.
It was well made.  It was darling. It had smooth corners. I fell in love with it.  Then I gave it to my younger son to take to school, and went back to working on the husband-approved computer – an HP desktop with an AMD processor .  I don’t remember if we still called them clones then.  But when we traveled in 2004, the ibook was the machine we took along to store our pictures.
In 2006 eldest son got a job at the Apple store and to support him, I bought a Macboook of my own.  But just for something on the side. Then I got my eldest son’s old IPhone. Then I replaced my ibook with a MacBook Pro.   And now I’m in really deep.
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Openness in Hamantaschen?

Hi, all,
I got the whole concept of cookie cleavage from an  estranged friend of mine named Marjorie Peskin.  Cleavage seemed to be the best thing to call that space where the filling peeks out.  But the rest of the ideas, and the pictures, are all mine.  This appeared in the JWA blog yesterday.

I took these pictures last Purim to illustrate a little-discussed aspect of the aspect of hamantashen baking: Cookie cleavage.
By this I mean, how much of the filling is left exposed? And if your dough relaxes during baking, and the cookie opens up a little, how much exposed filling do you consider acceptable? Do the laws of tzniut apply to cookie fillings in the Haredi communities? I’m just asking.
Very tightly buttoned up hamantashen, where you have to guess at the filling flavor, really were a problem for me as a child, since I loved prune-filled hamantashen, and hated I poppyseed. I threw away many a lump of poppyseed filling, after first eating the uncontaminated corners.
too tight hamantashen
The more relaxed ones, that show just a peek, a tiny bit of filling, are easier to figure out because you can at least tell the color of the filling. But the apricot-filled ones always went first at the parties, because they were easy to spot, and I still threw out a few poppyseed hamantashen, thinking they were prune. Hebrew school was not that well lit.
As a baker, I can tell you I have agonized over this choice. In the end, I decided to adopt an open but not overly open cookie. I like to make hamantashen with homemade chocolate ganache filling. It is a very delicious cookie, and won the Hamantashen Bake-Off at Congregation Etz Chayim. I am proud of my chocolate filling, so I show it off.
just right hamantashen
But if I neglect to seal the corners of my hamantashen tightly enough, they relax, and open up, and I do not use them for my shalach manot plates. TMI.
too loose hamantashen
Because with the filling all exposed like that, the hamantashen become tarts. And that’s a different kind of cookie.
array of hamantashen

Comments

Cookie Cleavage

Your cleavage is perfect, but you forgot the other temptation – overly endowed hamentashen!

cleavage in cookies

devilishly funny

Thanks for the comments

MS, “Devilishly Funny” makes me think of Devil’s Food Hamantashen, I wonder if such a thing is possible?
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“Honey, could you fix my computer?”

  My husband was a contributor to the firmware in the earliest personal computers made by Commodore, and was VP of software for Atari for 12 years. 
Now I’m going to brag for a minute.  The Commodore 64 was the single biggest selling model of personal computer. Ever.  And his work was included in it, and the part of the reason that MOS technology produced the Commodore Pet in the first place was that MY HUSBAND told his father that personal computers were a good idea.  
 Remember this was in the days of magnetic tapes and Telex machines. And terminals. I made pocket money by putting data on punch cards for an econ professor, so he could feed them into a FORTAN program.  I started writing papers in 1980 using a terminal in the engineering building that led to a UNIVAC computer (size of a boiler)  somewhere.  I finished my senior thesis (three years late, long story there) on a ‘luggable’ C-64, and with my then-fiancee’s help,  used a 4-color pen plotter to produce graphs on interest rates that impressed my advisors in the Barnard Economics department.
So my husband was a most excellent IT guy–consumer electronics were his business. He still is the goto guy for his brothers and for me. And I’ve gotten very lazy as a result. Especially since he retired quite a while ago, and is available almost 24/7. 
So I’ve been hollering “Honey, can you fix my computer”  every time I get stuck.
It’s no way to keep up with current technology. I am convinced that the reason Apple became so big is that first, they understood that technology had to be easy to use, and second, that there was a lot of money to be made in hand-holding. If you have lovable  IT people, whether its a husband, someone you pay to come to the house, a nice kid in Austin on the phone, or a phalanx of people in matching T-shirts in a futuristic white store.
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PDA–Personal Digital Archives

I went to the Personal Digital Archiving Conference this weekend. This Conference is fairly new, only three years old, and is put on by The Internet Archive, a 501(c) 3 organization that is dedicated to saving stuff on the Web, or in other words, Brewster Kahle. Everyone who took part in the dot com boom knows Brewster.  And everyone at the conference, which took place in a converted Christian Science church on Funston Street, knew more about computer science than I.  Well, not everyone.  There was a dog.
I was privileged to go to this conference as a representative of the Jewish Women’s Archive.  And I think that the JWA is going to be doing quite a bit with some of the organizations and people I met there.  The Internet Archive itself, for one.  Memoir Tree. Debbie Weissman and Cathy Marshall, who research and publish extensively on this new social construct that brings people together across space and time.
When registering for the conference, I was asked for my contribution.  I was reaching for my credit cards when I realized that was not what they meant. This was an academic conference, and they wanted to know if I had a presentation I could contribute, something to make the others in the room think.  Well, for that I would have to see.
The keynote was about the importance of education people on how to save their own work.   I can certainly do that.  HEY GUYS, SAVE YOUR STUFF! 
There.
As one speaker after another described what they were doing—very interesting work, covering everything from what people planned to do with their own digital information after they die (most people plan to not die) to how much it would cost to save that information for 100 years (a lot, if you pay it all upfront) I wondered how I could contribute in some way to this gathering.  Since I had driven up from Palo Alto, I made an announcement at the end of the conference—I could give some people a ride home.
I ended up driving home the most popular speaker at the conference, David Rosenthal, who generated economic models on how much digital storage is going to cost, long-term, and a PhD student who works with MUSE, a program that works with email archives to do all manner of cool stuff, a program that essentially automates—no, facilitates—what I did for a huge paper on Victorian Literature, which studied correspondence in The Times of London.
And in the course of conversation, it occurred to me that I had let my own computer skills and understanding atrophy because I had such a handy IT department, mainly, my husband, who could have contributed to that conference for hours. 
So that’s what I’m cooking up next. Personal digital literacy and finding out what I look like online.
 First step: Pinboard and bookmarks.
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Facebook, you need a mom!


While Facebook might be a lot of things, it isn’t female-heavy.  There are NO women on the board, despite the fact that Sheryl Sandberg, the COO, is a woman who is vocal in supporting women’s rights. 



A board today is supposed to protect the interests of the shareholders and keep things aboveboard and honest.
I can do that.

I was a researcher for a trade paper for Wall Street analysts and fund managers. I worked for Atari in editing, investor relations, customer relations and philanthropy. I coached AYSO soccer for seven seasons, have been on many local board, and did my job well.


 I have two grown boys, and my husband is one of three boys. So I’m very used to boys.  Men, even. And I’ve been watching the tech sector for as long as anyone. I understand responsibility.  I know that attacking a problem early is easier in the long run than letting things slide, and sometimes that means fighting, and I am pretty good at fighting.  Just ask my husband.


My husband is my secret weapon. While I may not be the sharpest tool in the box, he is.  He has a PhD in physics, and is a fanatic programmer.  He is my LAN manager and was one of the architects of the PET, VIC-20, and Commodore 64 computers.  And he did the firmware for the Atari personal computers from 1984 to 1996.  He is retired, so he has plenty of time to study Facebook stuff with me.

 You know what I like about Facebook? That FB ‘gets’ the way people think more completely than almost anyone.   What Facebook does is brilliant.  Not unique, but brilliant.  With the new Timeline feature,  who needs to remember anything?

So  choose ME for your Facebook board.  Even Peter Pan needed a mother.   Only 11.9 percent of boards are all male. The majority of Facebook users are women!

 I won’t challenge Mark Zuckerberg’s  status as boss, I won’t challenge any of the officers unless necessary,  I run a meeting well, and I produce the fastest minutes in the West.   My kids are out of the house, my book is almost finished, and even though I am going to be president of Congregation Etz Chayim next year, I would like a part-time job.  I don’t NEED one, but I would like one.   Another nice benefit of being married to my husband is, I have enough money to exercise my options every year that I get them.

 I am the perfect typical Facebook user.  If you keep your interface simple enough for me to understand it, anyone in the world will be able to use it.  As a board member, my carbon footprint and effect on the bottom line will be minimal. I’ll bike to work and take $1 a year in return for a few  stock options and the privilege of using the cafeteria.  I promise to cash out all my options every year and pay all my taxes.

How about it?


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HPV: What about the boys?

In 2007, when the Federal government mandated that the quadrivalent HPV vaccine Gardasil be given to all young women and girls, I  seriously thought about vaccinating my boys.  Two people I knew have had run-ins with the Human Papilloma Virus.  One was a man my age who got a throat cancer which was viral in origin.  The other was a  woman who fell in love with a man that had vaginal warts caused by the HPV, and she  paid for her own Gardasil series before they had sex.
In 2007, my youngest was 17, and over six feet tall, and a junior in high school. I could not even get him to do his homework. How could I get him to agree to series of three shots, painful shots, administered over the course of 6 months?
The recent press and new guidelines about giving Gardasil to boys moved me to talk to my gynecologist, Tanya Spirtos, M.D., about it today. Tanya is a big deal. She is a great doctor, and  a trustee of the California Medical Association. She is in favor of giving it to boys and men. “There is a lot more anal and oral sex now than when we were young,” she said.  ‘You have the Farrah Fawcett syndrome.’
“What?” I said.
“Nobody talks about it, but Farrah Fawcett died of anal cancer. There aren’t that many reasons for anal cancer.”
Tanya vaccinated her daughter 4 years ago, and is now for her son, her daughters’ twin brother, to come home from college so she can vaccinate him herself.
I wish I had spoken to Tanya,  before I talked to my older son about Gardasil. He is a very nice young man and we have  good relationship, but the subject was so awkward  that at one point I just stuck my head out the window (we were in the car) and had a good shriek, so I could let off steam and get back to the topic.
My older son is in a committed relationship with a woman who has had the Gardasil vaccination already.  Today Tanya told me it would be a waste of money for him to get the vaccine, HPV would not enter their bodies unless one or the other of them cheats and brings it into the relationship that way.  I wish I spoken to her first.
When I brought up the topic with my younger son, who is not involved with anyone yet, he cut the conversation short.
“Mom,” he said. Can we not talk about this when I’m eating?”
The only thing I can do, Tanya tells me, to protect him against catching HPV is bring up the subject of HPV with any girl he brings home in the future, and make sure she is vaccinated. 
OK, that is my plan. Son, can you hear me?
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Ma’s Marble Cake

Ma’s Marble Cake (good with milk)
1 well-greased bottom part of a “Nu Wonder Baker” or 8” diameter old fashioned coffee cake pan. These cake pans are smaller in diameter than Bundt pans, and have larger center holes, and assume that the cake will be served the way it sits in the pan in the oven instead of being turned over. Let me explain again. The bottom of the cake takes the flat shape of the pan, and the top of the cake is rounded from rising.
Bundt cakes are baked, then the cake is turned out of the pan right onto the plate. Using the Wonder Baker, you turn the cake out onto a rack, let it cool completely, then turn it back onto a serving plate. This is so the cake can get a nice round top from the rising, and still have a flat bottom to sit on.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees
1 stick butter
2/3 cups sugar
3 eggs
2 tsp vanilla
1 cup whole milk
2 tsp baking powder
2 heaping cups flour
4 TB Nestlé’s Quik
My mother-in-law, who has a sunbeam mixer from the 60s, combines the first four ingredients and beats for 1 minute on medium.
Stir in:
1 cup whole milk:
Stir together, in separate bowl,
2 tsp baking powder, added to 2 heaping cups flour; add flour mixture to mixing bowl
Beat for 3 minutes
Pour batter into greased cake pan
Put Nestle’s quik on batter, one tablespoon at a time at 4 points spaced evenly around the pan over the batter:

Using a butter knife, work the Quik into the batter with vertical movements, so the chocolate powder almost disappears. This is your marbling. Don’t stir too much or instead of marble cake, you get brownish cake.

Bake in center rack of oven for one hour. Let cool in pan for 10 or 20 minutes, remove from pan, then cool cake on plate or cake rack.

Makes 10 servings

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