Going on everyone, Sam here, late in sports cards, ripping 22, Panini Immaculate, football hobby, 6 box, full case break, number 8, random division style. There's a look again at your random results. As always, you can find these on the website under the results tab as well as the link in chat. So good luck everybody, let's do it. Random division style, that is Tyler Lockett 299, that's kind of nasty actually. One of the AFC East, we've got a Xabian Howard, 73 of 99, that is game worn Xabian Howard as well with the on-card players collection, there you go Brayden Kay, congrats Brayden. Next up we've got AFC North 49 of 49, the standard is Jamar Chase, one of the AFC South with Thai N, 5 of 5 is Traylon Burks, that is so sick. I am so happy they made a card of this dude, you know what that's from right, yup dude that's so awesome, this is like one of the coolest cards I've ever seen. Another one of the NFC South, we've got Signature Moves, Joe Horn doing the phone in the end zone when he hid the phone underneath the goal post, that's so awesome dude, oh my god. NFC South, Adam M, congrats buddy, that's so cool, oh man, wow, wow wow wow, that's such an awesome card, holy cow man, wow and then AFC South on the jersey number, Santa 14, Alec Pierce, there you go, congrats AFC South is, Thai N again, there you go, Thai, that's so freaking cool, oh man, dude that's amazing, that's so amazing, yeah that was like the Dion had that same one, that's probably like, let's see, let's see how many are in the checklist, so right now it's Hertz, Taylor, Herbert, Waddle, Waddle would be sick, Horn, Ray Lewis has one, oh god, oh boy, oh no, yeah the Teo with popcorn would have been sick, yeah, or Randy Moss mooning the crowd, right, I mean Chad Johnson it could be a number of things, who knows what it's gonna be, him doing like putting the pylon, or him proposing to the cheerleader, him doing the Irish step dance, reviving the football, there's so many it could be, NFC West is Matt Stafford, Zeke with a kettle would be cool, or doing the like the feed Zeke, that'd be cool too, we've got a clearly immaculate 299 AFC West is Xamir White, this is really cool, 8 of 49, that's going to the AFC West again, we've got Patrick Mahomes, right Colin, did you imagine, nice Mahomes, NFC North that is gonna be a Kyler Gordon, 45 of 49, NFC North on the rookie auto, another NFC North, this time immaculate records, that is a Jay Jedis, 25 of 49, Justin Jefferson on the got 30 year Justin Jefferson, my lord, I don't like that at all, and nice one here going to the NFC East, 10 of 99, Wandaille Robinson, nice one there congrats NFC East, that is Seanan, Dallas Goddard, NFC East to 99 on the base, got AFC North again, Justin Tucker, 6 out of 99, two-colored patch, AFC North, nice one here is gonna be the NFC South, that is Chris Olave, clearly immaculate, 69 of 99, nice for the Saints, I could probably mag this because it's true, 33 of 99, EZE, Erica Zucanma, wow, going to the AFC East, yeah this is big time card, going to Jason G and the AFC North, 2 of 10, Kenny Pickett, my black laundry tag, light blue ink dude, wow, what a card, holy cow Jason, congrats buddy, and AFC North going back to back, 4 colored RPA, Kyle Hamilton, 39 of 99, some actual instructions there, thank God illegal, nice Hamilton, what's up Mike, that is a nice looking auto, yeah the blue ink makes it pop for sure, really makes it pop, alright here we go, here we go, here we go, box four, Josh Allen, that's kind of wild, AFC East, another one, another Xavian Howard for the AFC East, this time it's signed twice on the Jersey and on the the auto for the AFC East, game worn too, game worn Xavian Howard, very nice, Braden Kay is stacking up, cornering the Xavian Howard market right now, he has a stud though, when he's healthy dude, 23 of 49, the standard, the standard, Mac Jones, going to the AFC East, again Braden Kay, Braden was the last, took the last spot of the night too, we've got to a five, laundry tag, Mac Jones, congrats again, Braden, there you go buddy, two times five is ten, ten is yours, number E by one one, easy, Mac Jones on the laundry tag, nice one there, we'll get that magged, hey no problem let's go, Jason congrats buddy, we've got going back to you again Jason that is going to be 46 of 49, Jack Lambert on the all-time greats, there you go, brats on that, and to follow that is 90 of 99, Matt Corral, excuse me 80 of 99 going to the NFC South, Adam M, that Lambert's pretty sick too, I do very much heavily respect Jack Lambert as a fan of linebackers, one of the all-time greats for sure, him and Jack Ham, Lambert's cool, I think he did, that wouldn't surprise me, yeah old school's cool, really cool for sure, Trevor Lawrence for the AFC South, two of ten, nice one there for the, what was I gonna say, AFC South, yeah that would be awesome Edward, awesome, there's a Christian Maverick going to the NFC South, I don't know what that's from, oh Jack Youngblood, yeah yeah yeah, we've got another one of one, Vilis Jones Jr, boom, NFC North, there you go, hey, I don't even know what that's from dude, that's so sick, whatever it is, probably not, maybe glove or cleat maybe, yeah, that's so sick, it's actually pretty cool, marks of greatness that is 38 of 49, Jeff Saturday going to the AFC South, that's what I think Paul, I think it's got to be cleat, does it say on the back, no, soles, soles, so yeah soles the shoe, so yeah it must be a cleat, gotta put them up there for sure enough said, there's Alec Pierce, that is 41 of 49 for the AFC South, so you could probably mag this next one as well, just so you're ready, NFC North again, it's gonna be 16 of 99, Christian Watson on the dual jersey patch auto, congrats on that again, NFC North, Bob A again, there you go, Bob, you can pull a shield, one on one shield out of this last one, why not, why not us, why not now, it's the design, so it'll just be like the single, it'll be the vertical one and it'll have like the little patch up on the I think top right, yeah so this is considered top left, this is considered the true RPA, it'll be to 99, it'll have the patch up there, that's the true, 10 out of 25, nice one there for the bangles, AFC North, AFC South that's gonna be 9 of 25, that's nasty, Davis Mills, that's so cool dude, that's kind of wild actually, going to tie in in the AFC South, we've got sideline towels, Trayvon Walker with like half the Jags head on it, that patch is incredible, 9 of 15, Trayvon Walker on the sideline towels, we've got 19 of 99, is Donovan McNabb and Jalen Hertz, Jason, Jason he's still here, it's nasty, Jason, Jason, paging Jason, how about to go with the other one, true RPA Kenny Pickett, 90 of 99, boom, let's go Jason congrats buddy, unbefreaking leaveable, two Kenny Picketts in a case dude, incredible, awesome dude, we'll get that one magged as well and finish it off, AFC West, 5 of 25, Xamir White, AFC West, Druby, that'll do it for the break guys, we'll do a quick recap here, we've got a Christian McCaffery, Matt Jones, Jamar Chase, Justin Tucker, Hatchama Holmes, absolutely man, Chris O'Loughlin, Xamir White, Trayvon Berks, Duel for the Eagles, Davis Mills, and Trayvon Walker, that IMAQ is so spectacular, autos we had Jack Lambert, Xavian Howard, Kyle Hamilton, Alec Pierce, Jeff Saturday, Wondale Robinson, Kyler Gordon, Xavian Howard, Alec Pierce, Justin Jefferson, Joe Horn, Matt Corral, and Xamir White, thank you sir, another just stack of mags dude, this is crazy, so awesome, start here, Eric Azucadema, true RPA to 99, we also had a Christian Watson, 16 out of 99, for the Packers, a Matt Jones, two of five on the laundry tag, one of one, Vilish Jones Jr. on the cleat, and not one but two Kenny Pickets, one true RPA, 90 of 99, and a two of ten laundry tag, iBlackAuto, both for the AFC North, congrats to Jason G, that'll do it for the break guys, thanks again for the fill, next up we got one more


Hey guys, I am going to pick up a another Gammon 5 piece drum set that I got via an auction Through Amazon, so I am going to do that right now Pretty dangerous to be doing this in the car while I'm driving, but I don't care. Okay now so Yeah, just wanted to update on what is happening and the next time you see me I should have the drum set and we'll get in and look at it and see if anything's missing and if there's any issues All right, so I have the Gammon drums home now from picking them up at the auction and I've taken everything out of the box and gotten them out Geez, and then I have discovered that right here. There is a Pretty decent amount of damage on the bass drum where I don't want to do it anymore but something has punctured on the inside pass this through here and Made a dent Well, I guess that's not the right word. It's made a big like gouge on the inside of the bass drum so I'm not sure how I'm gonna go about that fixing that or anything, but This is what you need to be careful of if you buy drums from an auction. That's like Through Amazon in this case that's just getting rid of Inventory like returns so this was obviously returned because or not sold because it has a frickin gouge in the bass drum So I will update you on what happens with actually selling them, but yeah, this is a bummer Yes, yes, yes, yes


CHAPTER 17 THE AMATURE MD When we sailed from San Francisco on the snark I knew as much about sickness as the Admiral of the Swiss Navy knows about salt water. And here, at the start, let me advise anyone who meditates going to out-of-the-way trumpet places, go to a first-class drugist, the sort that have specialists on their salary list who know everything. Talk the matter over with such in one. Note carefully all that he says. Have a list made of all that he wants. Write out a check for the total cost and tear it up. I wish I had done the same. I should have been far wiser, I know now, if I had bought one of those ready-made, self-acting, fool-proof medicine chests such as are favored by fourth-rate shipmasters. In such a chest each bottle has a number. On the inside of the lid is placed a simple table of directions. Number one, toothache. Number two, smallpox. Number three, stomachache. Number four, cholera. Number five, rheumatism. And so on, through the list of human ills. And I might have used it as did a certain venerable skipper who, when number three was empty, mixed a dose from number one and number two. Or when number seven was all gone, dosed his crew with four and three till three gave out, then he used five and two. So far, with the exception of corrosive sublimate, which was recommended as an antiseptic in surgical operations in which I have not yet used for that purpose, my medicine chest has been useless. It has been worse than useless for it has occupied much space which I could have used to advantage. With my surgical instruments it is different. While I have not yet had serious use of them, I do not regret the space they occupy. The thought of them makes me feel good. They are so much life insurance only, fairer than that last grim game one is not supposed to die in order to win. Of course, I don't know how to use them. And what I don't know about surgery would set up a dozen quacks in prosperous practice. But needs must win the devil drives. And we of the snark have no warning when the devil may take it into his head to drive. I, even a thousand miles from land and twenty days from the nearest port. I did not know anything about dentistry, but a friend fitted me out with forceps and similar weapons and in Honolulu I picked up a book upon teeth. Also in that subtropical city I managed to get hold of a skull from which I extracted the teeth swiftly and painlessly. Thus equipped I was ready, though not exactly eager, to tackle any tooth that get in my way. It was in Nuku Hiva in the Marquesas that my first case presented itself in the shape of a little old Chinese. The first thing I did was to get the buck fever and I leave it to any fair-minded person if buck fever, with its attendant heart palpitations and arm tremblings, is the right condition for a man to be in who is endeavoring to pose as an old hand at the business. I did not fool the aged Chinaman. He was as frightened as I and a bit more shaky. I almost forgot to be frightened in the fear that he would bolt. I swear if he had tried to that I would have tripped him up and sat on him until the calmness and reason had returned. I wanted that tooth. Also Martin wanted a snapshot of me getting it. Likewise, Charmian got her camera. Then the procession started. We were stopping at what had been the clubhouse when Stevenson was in the Marquesas on the casco. On the veranda where he had passed so many pleasant hours, the light was not good for snapshots I mean. I led on into the garden. A chair in one hand, the other hand filled with forceps of various sorts, my knees knocking together disgracefully. The poor old Chinaman came second and he was shaking too. Charmian and Martin brought up the rear, armed with Kodaks. We dived under the avocado trees, threaded our way through the coconut palms, and came on a spot that satisfied Martin's photographic eye. I looked at the tooth and then discovered that I could not remember anything about the teeth I had pulled from the skull five months previously. Did it have one prong, two prongs, or three prongs? What was left of the part that showed appeared very crumbly, and I knew that I should have to take hold of the tooth deep down in the gum. It was very necessary that I should know how many prongs that tooth had. Back to the house I went for the book on teeth. The poor old victim looked like photographs I had seen of fellow countrymen of his, criminals on their knees, wading the stroke of the beheading sword. Don't let him get away, I cautioned Martin. I want that tooth. I sure won't, he replied with enthusiasm. From behind his camera I want that photograph. For the first time I felt sorry for the Chinaman. Though the book did not tell me anything about pulling teeth, it was all right, for on one page I found drawings of all the teeth, including their prongs and how they were set in the jaw. Then came the pursuit of the forceps. I had seven pairs, but was in doubt as to which pair I should use. I did not want to make any mistakes. As I turned the hardware over with Rattle and Clang, the poor victim began to lose his grip and to turn a greenish yellow around the gills. He complained about the sun, but that was necessary for the photograph, and he had to stand it. I fitted the forceps around the tooth, and the patient shivered and began to wilt. Ready? I called to Martin. Already he answered. I gave a pull. Ye gods, the tooth was loose. Out it came on the instant. I was jubilant as I held it aloft in the forceps. Put it back please. Oh, put it back, Martin pleaded. You were too quick for me. And the poor old Chinaman sat there while I put the tooth back and pulled over. Martin snapped the camera. The deed was done. Elation? Pride? No hunter was ever prouder of his first pronged buck than I was of that three-pronged tooth. I did it. I did it.  My next case was a Tahitian sailor. He was a small man in a state of collapse from long days and nights of jumping toothache. I lanced the gums first. I didn't know how to lance them, but I lanced them just the same. It was a long pull and a strong pull. The man was a hero. He groaned and moaned, and I thought he was going to faint, but he kept his mouth open and let me pull. And then it came. After that I was ready to meet all comers. Just the proper state of mind for a waterloo. And it came. Its name was Tomey. He was a strapping giant of a heathen with a bad reputation. He was addicted to deeds of violence. Among other things he had beaten two of his wives to death with his fists. His father and mother had been naked cannibals.  Big men, prone to violence, very often have a streak of fat in their makeup, so I was doubtful of him. Charmian grabbed one arm and Warren grabbed the other. Then the tug-of-war began. The instant the forceps closed down on the tooth, his jaws closed down on the forceps. Alas, both his hands flew up and gripped my pulling hand. I held on and he held on. Charmian and Warren held on. We wrestled all about the shop. It was three against one, and my hold on an aching tooth was certainly a foul one, but in spite of the handicap he got away with us. The forceps slipped off, banging and grinding along his upper teeth with a nerve-scraping sound. Out of his mouth flew the forceps and he rose up in the air with a blood-curdling yell. The three of us fell back. We expected to be massacred, but that howling savage of sanguinary reputation sank back in the chair. He held his head with both of his hands and groaned and groaned and groaned. Nor would he listen to reason. I was a quack. My painless tooth extraction was a delusion and a snare and a low advertising dodge. I was so anxious to get that tooth that I was almost ready to bribe him. But that went against my professional pride, and I let him depart with the tooth still intact, the only case on record up to date a failure on my part when once I had got a grip. Since then I have never let a tooth go by me. Only the other day I volunteered to beat up three days to windward to pull a woman missionary's tooth. I expect before the voyage of the snark is finished to be doing bridge work and putting on gold crowns. I don't know whether they are yaws or not. A physician in Fiji told me they were, and a missionary in the Solomon's told me they were not. But at any rate I can vouch for the fact that they are most uncomfortable. It was my luck to ship into Hedi, a French sailor who, when we got to sea, proved to be afflicted with a vile skin disease. The snark was too small and too much of a family party to permit retaining him on board. But perforce, until we could reach land and discharge him, it was up to me to doctor him. I read up the books and proceeded to treat him, taking care afterwards always to use a thorough antiseptic wash. When we reached Tutteila, far from getting rid of him, the port doctor declared a quarantine against him and refused to allow him ashore. But in Apea, Samoa, I managed to ship him off on a steamer to New Zealand. Here at Apea, my ankles were badly bitten by mosquitoes, and I confessed to having scratched the bites, as I had a thousand times before. By the time I reached the island of Sava'i, a small sore had developed on the hollow of my instep. I thought it was due to chaff and to acid fumes from the hot lava over which I tramped. An application of Sava'i would cure it, so I thought. The Sava'i did heal it over, whereupon an astonishing inflammation set in. The new skin came off, and a larger sore was exposed. This was repeated many times. Each time new skin formed, an inflammation followed, and the circumference of the sore increased. I was puzzled and frightened. All my life my skin had been famous for its healing powers, yet here was something that would not heal. Instead it was daily eating up more skin, while it had eaten down clear through the skin, and was eating up the muscle itself. By this time the snark was at sea on her way to Fiji. I remembered the French sailor, and for the first time became seriously alarmed. Four other similar sores had appeared, or ulcers rather, and the pain of them kept me awake at night. All my plans were made to lay up the snark in Fiji, and get away on the first steamer to Australia and professional MDs. In the meantime, in my amateur MD way, I did my best. I read through all the medical works on board. Not a line nor a word could I find descriptive of my affliction. I brought common horse-sense to bear on the problem. Here were malignant and excessively active ulcers that were eating me up. There was an organic and corroding poison at work. Two things I concluded must be done. First, some agent must be found to destroy the poison. Secondly, the ulcers could not possibly heal from the outside in. They must heal from the inside out. I decided to fight the poison with corrosive sublimate. The very name of it struck me as vicious. Talk of fighting fire with fire. I was being consumed by a corrosive poison, and it appealed to my fancy to fight it with another corrosive poison. After several days, I alternated dressings of corrosive sublimate with dressings of peroxide of hydrogen. And behold, by the time we reached Fiji, four of the five ulcers were healed, while the remaining one was no bigger than a pea. Now I felt fully qualified to treat yaws. Likewise, I had a wholesome respect for them. Not so the rest of the crew of a snark. In their case, seeing was not believing. One in all, they had seen my dreadful predicament, and all of them, I'm convinced, had a subconscious certitude that their own superb constitutions and glorious personalities would never allow a lodgement of so vile a poison in their carcasses as my anemic constitution and mediocre personality had allowed to lodge in mine. At port resolution in the new Hebrides, Martin elected to walk barefooted in the bush and returned on board with many cuts and abrasions, especially on his shins. You'd better be careful I warned him. I'll mix up some corrosive sublimate for you and wash those cuts with, an ounce of prevention, you know. But Martin smiled a superior smile. Though he did not say so, I nevertheless was given to understand that he was not as other men. I was the only man he could possibly have had referenced to. And then in a couple of days his cuts would be healed. He also read me a dissertation upon the peculiar purity of his blood and his remarkable healing powers. I felt quite humble when he was done with me. Evidently I was different from other men in so far as purity of blood was concerned. Nakata, the cabin boy, while ironing one day, mistook the calf of his leg for the ironing block and accumulated a burn three inches in length and half an inch wide. He too smiled the superior smile when I offered him corrosive sublimate and reminded him of my own cruel experience. I was given to understand, with all due suavity and courtesy, that no matter what was the matter with my blood, his number one Japanese Port Arthur blood was all right and scornful of the festive microbe. Wada, the cook, took part in a disastrous landing of the launch when he had had to leap overboard and fend the launch off the beach in a smashing surf. By means of shells and coral he cut his legs and feet up beautifully. I offered him the corrosive sublimate bottle.  From all of which I concluded that an amateur MD is without honor on his own vessel even if he has cured himself. The rest of the crew had begun to look upon me as a sort of mild monomaniac on the question of sores and sublimate. Just because my blood was impure was no reason that I should think everybody else's was. I made no more overtures. Time and microbes were with me and all I had to do was wait. I think there's some dirt in these cuts, Martin said tentatively after several days. I'll wash them out and then they'll be all right, he added, after I'd refuse to rise to the bait. Two more days passed, but the cuts did not pass, and I caught Martin soaking his feet and legs in a pail of hot water. Nothing like hot water, he proclaimed enthusiastically.  These sores will be all right in the morning. But in the morning he wore a troubled look, and I knew that the hour of my triumph approached. I think I will try some of that medicine, he announced later on in the day. Not that I think it'll do much good, he qualified, but I'll just give it a try anyway. Next came the proud blood of Japan to beg medicine for its illustrious sores, while I heaped coals of fire on all their houses by explaining in minute and sympathetic detail the treatment that should be given. Nakata followed instructions implicitly, and day by day his sores grew smaller. Wada was apathetic and cured less readily. But Martin still doubted, and because he did not cure immediately, he developed the theory that while doctors' dope was all right, it did not follow that the same kind of dope was efficacious with everybody. As for himself, corrosive sublimate had no effect. Besides, how did I know that it was the right stuff? I had had no experience. Just because I happened to get well while using it was not proof that it had played any part in the cure. There were such things as coincidences. Without doubt, there was a dope that would cure the sores, and when he ran across a real doctor, he would find what that dope was and get some of it. About this time we arrived in the Solomon Islands. No physician would ever recommend the group for invalids or sanatoriums. I spent but little time there, ere I really, and for the first time in my life, comprehend how frail and unstable is human tissue. Our first anchorage was Port Mary on the island of Santa Ana. The one lone white man, a trader, came alongside. Tom Butler was his name, and he was a beautiful example of what the Solomon's can do to a strong man. He lay in his whale boat with the helplessness of a dying man.  He was a somber death's head, too far gone to grin. He too had yaws, big ones. We were compelled to drag him over the rail of the snark. He said that his health was good, that he had not had the fever for some time, and that with the exception of his arm he was all right and trim. His arm appeared to be paralyzed, paralysis he rejected with scorn. He had had it before and recovered. It was a common native disease on Santa Ana, he said, as he was helped down the companion ladder, his dead arm dropping, bump bump, from step to step. He was certainly the ghastliest guest we have ever entertained, and we had not a few lepers and elephantiasis victims on board. Martin inquired about the yaws, for here was a man who ought to know. He certainly did know, if we could judge by his scarred arms and legs and by the live ulcers that corroded in the midst of the scars. Oh, one got used to yaws, quote Tim Butler. They were never really serious until they had eaten deep into the flesh. Then they attacked the walls of the arteries, and the arteries burst, and there was a funeral. Several of the natives had recently died that way, as sure. But what did it matter? If it wasn't yaws it was something else in the Solomon's. I noticed that from this moment Martin displayed a swiftly increasing interest in his own yaws. Dosings with corrosive sublimate were more frequent, while in conversation he began to revert with growing enthusiasm to the clean climate of Kansas and all other things Kansan. Charmian and I thought that California was a little bit of all right. Henry swore by Rappa, and Tahai staked all on Bora Bora for his own bloods sake, while Wada and Nakata sang the sanitary pan of Japan. One evening, as the snark worked around the southern end of the island of Ugi, looking for a reputed anchorage, a Church of England missionary, a Mr. Drew, bound in his whaleboat for the coast of San Cristobal, came alongside and stopped for dinner. Martin, his legs swathed in red-cross bandages till they looked like mummies, turned the conversation upon yaws. Yes, said Mr. Drew, they were quite common in the Solomon's. All white men caught them. And have you had them, Martin demanded? In the soul of him, quite shocked that a Church of England missionary could possess so vulgar an affliction, Mr. Drew nodded his head and added that not only had he had them, but at that moment he was doctoring several. What do you use on them? Martin asked, like a flash. My heart almost stood still waiting the answer. By that answer my professional medical prestige stood or fell. Martin, I could see, was quite sure it was going to fall. And then the answer. O blessed answer. Corrosive sublimate, said Mr. Drew. Martin gave in handsomely, I'll admit, and I'm confident that at that moment, if I had asked permission to pull one of his teeth, he would not have denied me. All white men in the Solomon's catch yaws, and every cut or abrasion practically means another yaw. Every man I met had had them, and nine out of ten had active ones. There was but one exception. A young fellow who had been in the islands five months, who had come down with fever ten days after he arrived, and who had since then been down so often with fever that he had had neither time nor opportunity for yaws. Everyone on the snark, except Charmian, came down with yaws. Hers was the same egotism that Japan and Kansas had displayed. She ascribed her immunity to the pureness of her blood, and as the days went by she ascribed it more often and more loudly to the pureness of her blood. Privately I ascribed her immunity to the fact that being a woman, she escaped most of the cuts and abrasions to which we hardworking men were subject in the course of working the snark around the world. I did not tell her so. You see, I did not wish to bruise her ego with brutal facts. Being an MD, if only an amateur one, I knew more about the disease than she, and I knew that time was my ally. But alas, I abused my ally when it dealt a charming little yaw on the skin. So quickly did I apply antiseptic treatment that the yaw was cured before she was convinced that she had one. Again, as an MD, I was without honor on my own vessel, and worse than that, I was charged with having tried to mislead her into the belief that she had had a yaw. The pureness of her blood was more rampant than ever, and I poked my nose into my navigation books and kept quiet. And then came the day. We were cruising along the coast of Malaita at the time. What's that about your ankle bone, said I? Nothing, said she. All right, said I, but put some corrosive sublimate on it just the same. And some two or three weeks from now, when it is well and you have a scar that you will carry to your grave, just forget about the purity of your blood and your ancestral history and tell me what you think about yaws anyway. It was as large as a silver dollar, that yaw, and it took all of three weeks to heal. There were times when Charmian would not walk because of the hurt of it, and there were times upon times when she explained that a baffed the ankle bone was the most painful place to have a yaw. I explained in turn that never having experienced a yaw in that locality, I was driven to conclude the hollow of the instep was the most painful place for yaw culture. We left it to Martin, who disagreed with both of us and proclaimed passionately that the only truly painful place was the shin. No wonder horse racing is so popular. But yaws lose their novelty after a time. At the present moment of riding, I have five yaws on my hands and three more on my shin. Charmian has won on each side of her right instep. Tahai is frantic with his. Martin's latest shin cultures have eclipsed his earlier ones. And Nakata has several score casually eating away at his tissue. But the history of the snark and the solomons has been the history of every ship since the early discoverers. From the sailing directions I quote the following. The crews of vessels remaining any considerable time in the solomons find wounds and sores liable to change into malignant ulcers. Nor on the question of fevers or the sailing directions any more encouraging, for in them I read, new arrivals are almost certain sooner or later to suffer from fever. The natives are also subject to it. The number of deaths among the whites in the year 1897 mounted to nine among a population of 50. Some of these deaths however were accidental. Nakata was the first to come down with fever. This occurred at Pindufran. Wada and Henry followed him. Charmian surrendered next. I managed to escape for a couple of months but when I was bowled over Martin sympathetically joined me several days later. Out of the seven of us all told, Taha'i was the only one who escaped but his sufferings from nostalgia were worse than fever. Nakata as usual followed instructions faithfully so that by the end of his third attack he could take a two hour sweat consume 30 or 40 grains of quinine and be weak but all right at the end of 24 hours. Wada and Henry however were tougher patients with which to deal. In the first place Wada got in a bad funk. He was of the firm conviction that his star had set and that the Solomon's would receive his bones. He saw that life about him was cheap. At Pindufran he saw the ravages of dysentery and unfortunately for him he saw one victim carried out on a strip of galvanized sheet iron and dumped without coffin or funeral into a hole in the ground. Everybody had fever. Everybody had dysentery. Everybody had everything. Death was common. Here today and gone tomorrow. And Wada forgot all about today and made up his mind that tomorrow had come. He was careless of his ulcers neglected to sublimate them and by uncontrolled scratching spread them all over his body. Nor would he follow instructions with fever and as a result would be down five days at a time when a day would have been sufficient. Henry who is a strapping giant of a man was just as bad. He refused point blank to take quinine on the ground that years before he had had a fever and that the pills the doctor gave him were of different size and color from the quinine tablets I offered him. So Henry joined Wada. But I fooled the pair of them and dosed them with their own medicine which was faith cure. They had faith in their funk that they were going to die. I slammed a lot of quinine down their throats and took their temperature. It was the first time that I had used my medicine chest thermometer and I quickly discovered that it was worthless that it had been produced for profit and not for service. If I had led on to my two patients that the thermometer did not work there would have been two funerals in short order. Their temperature I swear was 105 degrees. I solemnly made one and then the other smoked the thermometer allowed an expression of satisfaction to irradiate my countenance and joyfully told them that their temperature was 94 degrees. Then I slammed more quinine down their throats and told them that any sickness or weakness they might experience would be due to the quinine and left them to get well. And they did get well Wada in spite of himself. If a man can die through misapprehension is there any immorality in making him live through misapprehension. Commend me the white race when it comes to grit and surviving. One of our two Japanese and both our Tahitians funked and had to be slapped on the back and cheered up and dragged along by a main strength toward life. Charmian and Martin took their afflictions cheerfully made the least of them and moved with calm certitude along the way of life. When Wada and Henry were convinced that they were going to die the funeral atmosphere was too much for Tahai who prayed deloriously and cried for hours at a time. Martin on the other hand cursed and got well and Charmian groaned and made plans for what she was going to do when she got well again. Charmian had been raised a vegetarian and a sanitarian. Her aunt Nada who brought her up and who lived in a healthful climate did not believe in drugs. Neither did Charmian. Besides, drugs disagreed with her. Their effects were worse than the ills they were supposed to alleviate. But she listened to the argument in favor of quinine accepted it as the lesser evil and in consequence had shorter, less painful, and less frequent attacks of fever. We encountered in Mr. Caulfield a missionary whose two predecessors had died after less than six months residence in the Solomon's. Like them he had been a firm believer in homeopathy. Until after his first fever whereupon, unlike them, he made a grand slide back to allopathy and quinine catching fever and carrying on his gospel work. But poor Wada, the straw that broke the cook's back was when Charmian and I took him along on a cruise to the cannibal island of Malaita in a small yacht on the deck of which the captain had been murdered half a year before. Kaikai means to eat and Wada was sure he was going to be Kaikai. We went about heavily armed. Our vigilance was unremitting and when we went for a bath in the mouth of a freshwater stream, black boys armed with rifles did sentry duty about us. We encountered English war vessels burning and shelling villages in punishment for murders. Natives with prices on their heads sought shelter on board of us. Murder stalked abroad in the land. And out of the way places we received warnings from friendly savages of impending attacks. Our vessel owed two heads to Malaita which were liable to be collected any time. Then to cap it all we were wrecked on a reef and with rifles in one hand worn the canoes of wreckers off while with the other hand we toiled to save the ship. All of which was too much for Wada who went duffy and who finally quitted the snark on the island of Isabel going ashore for good in a driving rainstorm between two attacks of fever while threatened with pneumonia. If he escapes being Kaikai and if he can survive sores and fever which are riotous ashore he can expect if he is reasonably lucky to get away from that place to the adjacent island of Anywhere from six to eight weeks. He never did think much of my medicine despite the fact that I successfully and at the first trial pulled two aching teeth for him. The snark has been a hospital for months and I confess that we are getting used to it. At Moringa Lagoon where we careened and cleaned the snark's copper there were times when only one man of us was able to go into the water while the three white men on the plantation ashore were all down with a fever. At the moment of riding this we are lost at sea somewhere northeast of Isabel and trying vainly to find to Lord Howe Island which is an atoll that cannot be sighted unless one is on top of it. The chronometer has gone wrong. The sun does not shine anyway nor can I get a star observation at night and we have had nothing but squalls and rain for days and days. The cook is gone. Nakata who has been trying to be both cook and cabin boy is down on his back with fever. Martin is just up from fever and going down again. Charmian whose fever has become periodical is looking up at her date book to find when the next attack will be. Henry has begun to eat quinine in an expectant mood and since my attacks hit me with the suddenness of bludgeon blows I do not know from moment to moment when I shall be brought down. By a mistake we gave our last flower away to some white men who did not have any flower. We don't know when we'll make land. Our Solomon sores are worse than ever and more numerous. The corrosive sublimate was accidentally left to short endocrine. The peroxide of hydrogen is exhausted and I'm experimenting with boric acid, lysol and antiflogistine. At any rate, if I fail in becoming a reputable MD, it won't be from lack of practice. P.S. It is now two weeks since the foregoing was written and to Haye, the only immune on board has been down 10 days with far severer fever than any of us and is still down. His temperature has been repeatedly as high as 104 and his pulse 115. P.S. At C. between Tasman, Atal and Manning Straits. To Haye's attack, developed into blackwater fever, the sephirist form of malarial fever, which the doctor book assures me, is due to some outside infection as well. Having pulled him through his fever, I'm now at my wit's end, for he has lost his wits altogether. I'm rather recent in practice to take up the cure of insanity. This makes the second lunacy case on this short voyage. P.S. Someday, I shall write a book for the profession and entitle it around the world on the hospital ship Snark. Even our pets have not escaped. We sailed from Marengue Lagoon with two, an Irish terrier and a white cockatoo. The terrier fell down the cabin companion way and lame'd its nighind leg, then repeated the maneuver and lame'd its off foreleg. At the present moment, it has but two legs to walk on. Fortunately, they are on office's sides and ends so that she can still dot and carry two. The cockatoo was crushed under the cabin skylight and had to be killed. This was our first funeral. Though for that matter, the several chickens we had, and which would have made welcome broth for the convalescence, flew overboard and were drowned. Only the cockroaches flourished. Neither illness nor accident ever befalls them, and they grow larger and more carnivorous day by day, gnawing our fingernails and toenails while we sleep. P.S. Charmian is having another bout with fever. Martin, in despair, has taken to horse-doctoring his yaws with bluestone and to blessing the Solomon's. As for me, in addition to navigating, doctoring, and writing short stories, I am far from well. With the exception of the insanity cases, I'm the worst off on board. I shall catch the next steamer to Australia and go on the operating table. Among my minor afflictions, I may mention a new and mysterious one. For the past week, my hands have been swelling as with dropsy. It is only by a painful effort that I can close them. A pull on a rope is excruciating. The sensations are like those that accompany severe chill blames. Also, the skin is peeling off both hands at an alarming rate. Besides which, the new skin underneath is growing hard and thick. The doctor book fails to mention this disease. Nobody knows what it is. P.S. Well, anyway, I've cured the chronometer. After knocking about the sea for eight squally rainy days, most of the time, hove too, I succeeded in catching a partial observation of the sun at midday. From this, I worked up my latitude. Then headed by log to the latitude of Lord Hall and ran both that latitude and the island down together. Here I tested the chronometer by longitude sites and found it something like three minutes out. Since each minute is equivalent to 15 miles, the total error can be appreciated. By repeated observations at Lord Hall, I rated the chronometer, finding it to have a daily losing error of 7 tenths of a second. Now it happens that a year ago, when we sailed from Hawaii, that self-same chronometer had that self-same losing error of 7 tenths of a second. Since that error was faithfully added every day, and since that error, as proved by my observations at Lord Hall, has not changed, then what, under the sun, made that chronometer all of a sudden accelerate and catch up with itself three minutes? Can such things be? Expert watchmakers say no, but I say that they have never done any expert watchmaking and watch rating in the Solomons.  At any rate, I have successfully doctored the chronometer, even if I have failed with the lunacy cases and with Martin's jaws. P.S. Martin has just tried burnt alum and is blessing the Solomons more fervently than ever. P.S. Between Manning Straits and Pavugu Islands Henry has developed rheumatism in his back. Ten skins have peeled off my hands and the eleventh is now peeling, while Tehei is more lunatic than ever, and day and night praise God not to kill him. Also, Nakata and I are slashing away at fever again. And finally up to date, Nakata last evening had an attack of tomein poisoning, and we went half the night pulling him through. End of Chapter 17 Recorded by Todd Lennon Albuquerque, New Mexico February 8, 2009 The Snark was 43 feet on the waterline and 55 overall, with 15 foot beam, tumble home sides, and 7 feet 8 inches draft. She was catch-rigged, carrying flying jib, jib, four stacyle, mainsail, mizzen, and spinnaker. There were six feet of headroom below, and she was crown decked and flush decked. There were four alleged watertight compartments, a 70-horse power auxiliary gas engine sporadically furnished locomotion at an approximate cost of $20 per mile. A five-horse power engine ran the pumps when it was in order, and on two occasions proved capable of furnishing juice for the search light. The storage batteries worked four to five times in the course of two years. The 14-foot launch was rumored to work at times, but it invariably broke down whenever I stepped on board. But the snark sailed. It was the only way she could get anywhere. She sailed for two years and never touched rock, reef, nor shoal. She had no inside ballast. Her iron keel weighed five tons, but her deep draft and high freeboard made her very stiff. Caught under full stale and tropic squalls, she buried her rail and deck many times, but stubbornly refused to turn turtle. She steered easily, and she could run day and night without steering, close by, full and by, and with the wind a beam. With the wind on her quarter, the sails properly trimmed, she steered herself within two points. And with the wind almost a stern, she required scarcely three points for self-steering. The snark was built in San Francisco. The morning her iron keel was to be cast was the morning of the great earthquake, then game anarchy. Six months overdue in the building, I sailed the shell of her to Hawaii to be finished. The engine lashed to the bottom, building materials lashed on deck. Had I remained in San Francisco for completion, I'd still be there. As it was partly built, she cost four times what she ought to have cost. The snark was born unfortunately. She was libeled in San Francisco, had her checks protested as fraudulent in Hawaii, and was fined for breach of quarantine in the Solomon's. To save themselves so the newspapers could not tell the truth about her. When I discharged an incompetent captain, they said I had beaten him to a pulp. When one young man returned home to continue at college, it was reported that I was a regular wolf larson, and that my whole crew had deserted because I had beaten it to a pulp. In fact, the only blow struck on the snark was when the cook was manhandled by a captain who had shipped with me under false pretenses, and whom I discharged in Fiji. Also, also Charmaine and I boxed for exercise, but neither of us was seriously maimed. The voyage was our idea of a good time. I built the snark and paid for it and for all expenses. I contracted to write 35,000 words descriptive of the trip for a magazine, which was to pay me the same rate I received for stories written at home. Promptly, the magazine advertised that it was sending me especially around the world for itself. It was a wealthy magazine, and every man who had business dealings with the snark charged three prices, because forsooth the magazine could afford it. Down in the uttermost South Sea Isle, this myth obtained and I paid accordingly. To this day everybody believes that the magazine paid for everything, and that I made a fortune out of the voyage. It is hard after such advertising to hammer it into the human understanding that the whole voyage was done for the fun of it. I went to Australia to go into hospital, where I spent five weeks.  The mysterious malady that afflicted my hands was too much for the Australian specialists. It was unknown in the literature of medicine. No case like it had ever been reported. It extended from my hands to my feet, so that at times I was as helpless as a child. On occasions my hands were twice their natural size, with seven dead and dying skins peeling off at the same time. There were times when my toenails in 24 hours grew as thick as they were long. After filing them off inside another 24 hours they were as thick as before. The Australian specialists agreed that the malady was non-parasitic, and that therefore it must be nervous. It did not mend, and it was impossible for me to continue the voyage. The only way I could have continued it would have been by being lashed in my bunk. For in my helpless condition, unable to clutch with my hands, I could not have moved about on a small rolling boat. Also, I said to myself that while there were many boats and many voyages, I had that one pair of hands and one set of toenails. Still further I reasoned that in my own climate of California I had always maintained a stable, nervous equilibrium. So back I came. Since my return I have completely recovered, and I have found out what was a matter with me. I encountered a book by Lieutenant Colonel Charles E. Woodruff of the United States entitled, Effect of Tropical Light on White Men. Then I knew, later, I met Colonel Woodruff and learned that he had been similarly afflicted. Himself, an army surgeon, 17 army surgeons sat on his case in the Philippines, and like the Australian specialists, confessed themselves beaten. In brief, I had a strong predisposition towards the tissue destructiveness of tropical light. I was being torn to pieces by the ultraviolet rays just as my many experimenters with the X-rays have been torn to pieces. In passing, I may mention that among the other afflictions that jointly compelled the abandonment of the voyage was one that is variously called the healthy man's disease, European leprosy, and biblical leprosy. Unlike true leprosy, nothing is known of this mysterious malady. No doctor has ever claimed a cure for a case of it, though spontaneous cures are recorded. It comes, they know not how. It is, they know not what. It goes, they know not why. Without the use of drugs, merely by living in the wholesome California climate, my silvery skin vanished. The only hope the doctors had held out to me was a spontaneous cure, and such a cure was mine. A last word. The test of the voyage. It is easy enough for me or any man to say that it was enjoyable, but there is a better witness, the one woman who made it from beginning to end. In hospital, when I broke the news to Charmaine that I must go back to California, the tears welled in her eyes. For two days she was wrecked and broken by the knowledge that the happy, happy voyage was abandoned. Signed in Glen Allen, California, April 7, 1911. Footnotes. Number one. To point out that we of the snark are not a crowd of weaklings, which might be concluded from our diverse afflictions, I quote the following, which glean verbatim from Eugenie's log, and which may be considered a sample of Solomon Island's cruising. Ulava, Thursday, March 12, 1908. Boat went ashore in the morning, got two loads ivory nut, 4,000 copra, skipper down with the fever. Ulava, Friday, March 13, 1908. Buying nuts from Bushman, 1.5 ton. Mate and skipper down with fever. Ulava, Saturday, March 14, 1908. At noon, hove up and proceeded with a very light east-northeast wind for Nagora-Nagora, anchored in five fathoms, shelling coral, mate down with fever. Nagora-Nagora, Sunday, March 15, 1908. At daybreak, found that the boy Bagua had died during the night on dysentery. He was about fourteen days sick. At sunset, big northwest squall, second anchor ready, lasting one hour and thirty minutes. At sea, Monday, March 16, 1908. Set course for Sikanya, at 4 p.m., wind broke off, heavy squalls during the night, skipper down with dysentery, also one man. At sea, Tuesday, March 17, 1908. Skipper and two crew down with dysentery, mate fever. At sea, Wednesday, March 18, 1908. Big sea, lee rail underwater all the time. Ship under reefed mainsail, stacyl, and inner jib. Skipper and three men dysentery, mate fever. At sea, Thursday, March 19, 1908. Too thick to see anything. Blowing a gale all the time. Pump plugged and bailing with buckets. Skipper and five boys down with dysentery. At sea, Friday, March 20, 1908. During night, squalls with hurricane force. Skipper and six men down on dysentery. At sea, Saturday, March 21, 1908. Turned back from Sikyana, squalls all day with heavy rain and sea. Skipper and best part of crew on dysentery, mate fever. And so, day by day, with the majority of all on board prostrated, the Eugenie's log goes on. The only variety occurred on March 31st, when the mate came down with dysentery and the skipper was floored by fever. End of backward. Recording by Kaye. End of The Cruise of the Snark by Jack London.


Hello, and welcome back to the SuperCloud Live in studio performance here. Pella Welta, I'm John Furrier, host of theCUBE with Dave Vellante and team. This focus of SuperCloud 4 is on generative AI. Our fourth installment and our next guest could not make it in the studio live, so we decided to bring him in remote. Brian Harris, the executive vice president and CTO of SAS CUBE alumni just had their event. The CUBE was at. Brian, great to see you. And by the way, congratulations on a great chance. SAS Championship Pro-AM and then Pro Tournament, you guys were involved in. Congratulations on that great event. Great tie-in, golf and tech go together. Great to see you. Same here, John. Thanks for having me on here. I would spend, it was an incredible event. It was actually great to have you out there. You know, you get a couple amazing shots out there. I saw firsthand, so great job. And what an incredible experience to play with some of the pros like Patrick Harrington and Justin Leonard, I mean, just amazing. So we're coming off that high and getting back to business to have a strong Q4. Awesome. We'd love to watch those pro athletes, but you know, the CUBE's all about tech athletes. Great to have you on. Your CTO, EVP SAS, going through a major transformation, huge install-based customers, storied history, private company. Well, great culture. We talked about that a lot at your event. Generative AI is upending the industry. It's changing the landscape in real time. The hype is out there. The reality is matching the hype. You're in the middle of it. You're re-architecting. The solution's in real time, which actually means that's going to be in addition to the existing services, not a lot of rip and replace and take kill the old to bring in. There's going to be a lot of both going to add on top of it. So I want to get your thoughts. As cloud goes next level, how do you see organizations deploying generative AI? What are some of the low-hanging fruit use cases? What are they looking at? Clearly experimentation is there. Production, we're seeing not many conversations there yet, but how do you see organizations deploying gen AI? Let me put it into a technology bucket and then the business side. First, from a technology perspective, we believe this is a feature, not a product, meaning that you've got to integrate generative AI throughout a much more robust AI platform because at the end of the day, when a generative AI prompt gives you a response, you need to back it up with facts and supporting data, especially if an answer is not intuitive. So you need to have the entire lineage of an answer if it's not an obvious answer that's being provided back from the generative AI experience. So I think it's important to know because that's why we think as a company that's been doing this for a really longer than most in the market, we believe we can add this on in a very natural way to our entire product portfolio to extend generative AI to real use cases and industry solutions for our customers. So we're very excited about that. I think, and then let's tackle from the business side of the house. So we just see generative AI actually really playing a big part of this simulation and digital twin experience that we're going to see in the market coming over the next five years, which is, you know, the disruption in the world seems like every single year, we have incredible disruptions we're all navigating as businesses. And really what a C level, board level, everyone wants to know is what I want to ask, what if questions get answers quickly about how do I react? How do I position the business? How do I build resiliency in the business and enabling people to ask natural human questions about the business against data and systems. This is really, to me, a huge game-changing capability that allows businesses to just get access to answers faster. So we think that simulation and digital twin of that you're going to sit there and interact, ask questions of your business and based on that question, you're going to see systems be orchestrated behind the scenes to really answer those questions for you and which is going to reduce barriers to entry on interactions with data in the company like we've, unlike we've ever seen before in the industry. And what's great too, is some of the use cases out there around objective databases showing that you can actually do things differently. And I was talking to a startup that was doing that and they're just now getting to the distributed nature of it. So you have the whole startup open source community kind of growing into it fast from a new perspective. Again, it's generational. Then you have existing businesses that you guys have a lot of presence in and have been doing a lot of AI over the years. And you made a comment at your Explorer event, I want to get your reaction to now. I asked you a question. I said, what industries have the most uptake or affinity towards generative AI? You said it'll impact all industries, but you made a comment that was interesting. I want to get your thoughts on again. You said the regulated ones actually are set up for this. And I asked why you said, because it's not a lot of ambiguity. What do you mean by that? And explain that, what that means. I think this is a really important point. I think you got to follow. I mean, you're going to see, I mean, I think that the support industries are obviously low hanging fruit, right? Wherever you have now, I'll talk about knowledge bases in a minute, but where there's regulatory pressure, there's incentives for compliance, which means you want, if you're an investigative doing fraud, or if you're in regulatory for banking and you got to do with risk, what you really want to do is that when the auditors come through, you want to have, you want to ensure that you have compliance to the way you're processing data and making decisions about the business for customers, right? And so what a lot of these organizations have are policies on how you're supposed to do that. And so the first thing you can think about is, how can you bring in this augmented intelligence into workflows that allows a fraud analyst, you know, fraud leader to basically ensure that their staff is executing their investigations in a consistent way, or a, and say, police investigation is investigating in a consistent way, according to the processes and regulations that they're being asked to adopt in a year or two. And so immediately knowledge bases that are already there, whether in either Word documents, PDFs, or maybe even in databases or content management systems, these become the vernacular, right? For, I think you mentioned before, you know, small language models that we can bring into generative AI workflows that really ensure that, okay, I can actually get tasks recommended to me on what's my next best action within a regulated business. And that next best action is really aligned to the compliance of what your business has to adhere to. And you saw actually some of those, we demoed this actually, it's asked Explorer is one of the, with Visual Investigator and how we allow police officers or even investigators to kind of see how to take an investigation that was driven by a generative AI workflow. That's where I'm coming from when I say there's regulated industries. There's a built in compliance function that allows that to be used as knowledge management to drive workflows that are more consistent and defendable to a regulator. The next question I want to ask you is, which areas do you see in the next few years that have the greatest impact for business? But I want to couch it with what we saw at the pandemic with cloud, right? And when the pandemic hit, if you were in the cloud, you had a tailwind during the pandemic. If you didn't, you were catching up and maybe we're flat footed with AI, we're seeing that you can do AI wrapper apps, no problem, an AI native and other stuff. But if you're in data and you're doing data right, labeling, doing the investment on compliance and data management, you're kind of positioned well for AI. Do you agree with that statement? Yeah, a hundred percent. I actually look at it as almost like a pyramid of pressure coming down. That's what I use it like. So if you think about this idea what I was mentioning around synthetic twins and simulation, right? Look, if I have a problem in the business and suddenly I want to understand like what happens to the supply of natural gas increases by 8%. The question I want to ask is, well, what is the impact of my business? That's really the high level question that a C level person or even VP or even further down in organization, people would want to ask. The question today, that is like a very complicated probably answer that has to go through the entire organization. In the future, that may feel like a generative AI experienced through a chat session that is orchestrating a ton of work behind the scenes that is seamlessly rendered back as a response from generative AI. What does that mean? Well, to produce that outcome, there needs to be these specialized use cases that understands the vernacular of that industry. So we got to look at the industry use cases, constrain the language that's being used to have those conversations in that industry. And then we need to say, okay, well then what are the knowledge bases that are used to actually have that conversation? So what are the natural knowledge bases that organizations have been using for the years over the years to actually capture what is important in the organization and what are the facts and answers and finished intelligence world, finished Intel. What's the finished documents that are used to communicate through the business? Now, to do that well though, you have to have great data management. So that's why I believe there's a thesis out here that says that generative AI is going to incentivize a whole resurgence in data management because you cannot have a solid generative experience without incredibly good data management capabilities underneath the hood. You don't want to restrict the data you want to have it built in from day one with the right policies and compliance built in and let it go. Correct. Yeah. And think about today, how many organizations have knowledge scattered throughout the organization that if they could put it in the right tech stack could benefit from generative AI experiences. So that's where I'm saying is there's such huge, there's a huge opportunity to go in and really incentivize that work to incredibly huge returns in the executive experience in the organizations that they're doing that work in. You know, that brings up the next kind of thread which is customers preparing for this next wave, their workforce capabilities.  Reminds me of the old data problem of enterprise search. If you look at all the successes today with large language models, the proprietary, whether it's open AI or anthropic and others. Search is, chatbots, co-pilot and search are big impacts. So it seems to be with vector databases and other technologies where you have embeddings and this new kind of capabilities with data stores. They're sitting next to each other. They're changing the retrieval aspect of data. This is becoming much more of an open data model. You're seeing open source with Parquet and Iceberg is making data warehouses change, a little democratization of data warehouses. This is a technical change. So the next question of how customers are preparing their workforce to take advantage of generative AI capability is an interesting one because it's up and down the stack. It's not just the workers. It's under the hood, it's IT.  How do customers prepare for this? Well, I think that I'm always a believer in starting with, first of all, there's probably a couple of dimensions to this question because one is what are the business questions you're looking to seek more efficient answers from? And you got to start there and go backwards, right? We have saw all the failed data lakes, right? Strategies where people just put data into a pile into IT, a data lake, and then they wonder why they can't get value out of it. You know, I said it's like putting all your data up in a, you know, in your home, you don't put everything up in the attic and go look for it, right?  Enterprises need to do the same thing. They need to start about with, first and foremost, what are the key questions you're looking to answer at any given time throughout their business and then work backwards and let the tech stack be derived from those questions. And that ultimately then becomes optimizations. And really what I'd look at is generative AI. It's the generative aspect of this takes this impedance mismatch that we saw for years in UIs and interfaces that we have to build to communicate back that answer to an exec or anyone else's decision maker. It now becomes this human language experience. And so start with those questions first that you're trying to answer and let that drive that down the organization. But we also need to make sure that we up the game on the responsibility of these capabilities in the organization. So you've heard us talk about responsible innovation as a big topic at SAS. And it's because there are risks to this technology. I mean, there can be errors with it if you don't treat it with care. So we focused a lot on understanding first, do you understand the technology? So training the workforce of understanding at a high level, what is this technology doing? And if you understand that, then you understand where the risks are. And we wanna make sure that the organizations our people are conversed, even people outside of the tech part of the organization, they understand where at a high level, how the technologies use, where are the risks so that everyone can identify when a risk is emerging and escalate that if needed. It's really, really important because the part of the generative AI story that is not always told is that you can scale bad information quickly. And we don't want that to happen. So it's really important that we uplift the knowledge in the organization about this technology across all functional units in the business. Dave Vellante loves when I bring up guardrails. Actually, I don't actually like that term personally, but I have to bring it up. Here it's important because you mentioned governance. What guardrails and governance principles are companies putting in place to ensure responsibility use of the data and AI specifically, cause that's a good point. I mean, people, they want to let it go and run a little bit, understand it. I don't want to constrain it to the point where it's not innovative at the same time, you don't want it to go off the rails, so to speak. So what are the guardrails you see and governance principles that companies can put in place to ensure the responsible AI? Well, obviously for us, there's two main points, but that's all part of this larger kind of generative AI policy we have. We actually released this to the company that talks about human centricity, right? Generative AI is to help us be better, and people have values, we have ambitions, and we need to make sure that the values and that we have as an organization and what we're trying to help our customers with, we're staying true to those with our technology. That's why we talk about human centricity, cause data, generative AI studies data, studies the past to understand how to predict the present or future. It doesn't understand our ambitions or what our values are as an organization. So we have to overlay that into the execution of these new technologies and organizations. So security is critical when we're implementing this new technology stack, it's around making sure that customers, part of the generative AI story is that your large language models, you're studying large amounts of data to inform this generative AI experience. Obviously that's in the public domain. When we start talking about combining these internal data sets inside of organizations with the embeddings of large language models from the public domain, security is paramount, it has to be addressed. So we want to talk about security. We also want to make sure that any answer that is provided through a generative AI experience is explainable, transparent and fair to the outcomes we're trying to achieve out there. So for us, we take this incredibly seriously. We are actually, in my opinion, one of the leaders in the world on this conversation. We are being asked by nations, by heads of states to actually engage with help them understand how we're applying this actually throughout both internally at SaaS and how we're helping our customers do this as well. So very, very important part of the puzzle. We don't have a lot of time, but we should follow up on the whole knowledge graph since you brought some of those tops. I want to just jump in quickly. Whole idea of neural networks, vector retrieval, all this is cool stuff. And you mentioned knowledge is scattered all over the enterprise. One of the trends that's coming out of this event from the experts speaking here is that we're moving to a world of walled gardens of data sets.  But when you're dealing with data, you got pre-existing conditions. You got data warehouses, you got old school models. But with neural networks and graphs, it's okay to have maybe a pocket full of data that's proprietary, interesting words, walled garden, proprietary data. And that's intellectual property. So you don't want to mix it, but you can integrate it with other data sets. So we're moving to a world where it's looking more and like an AI system, where it's okay to have pockets of data distributed, but managed properly. And that's not a bad thing, it's a feature, not a bug some say. So what's your take on this? Because this kind of brings up the notion of how do you organize your knowledge graph or knowledge system? Is it a rewrite, is it a new system? Education certainly has LMSs, which is an old school thinking, but now you've got graphs. What's your thoughts on this? Well, I think the rag architectures are really just still early innings. Like I think they're great. They work to an extent, but there's some scale limitations of certain types of questions you want to answer. I mean, the fundamental thing is the large language models like the LMS have studied public domain information to provide human-like responses to the data they have studied, right? And there's inferencing and all that great stuff.  It's really a probability machine for the next word given the state of the context it was given. The trick is you have to be able to take that learnings of that language and map it to the probabilistic models that are inside your organization to do predictive things like forecasting in the quantitative space in your organization. So if you've got transactions for retail in a store or if you're looking at telemetry data and a manufacturing plant or if you're looking at, let's see, maybe a manufacturing defects off the line inside of like, say, solar panels, like you're going to be wanting to marry this generative experience with predictive modeling capabilities that we know of today with this traditional machine learning, which the faculties that were traditional machine learning in the same sentence is hilarious in itself. So I think, but the reality is that there's going to have to be this wall guard because really the large language models are bootstrapping the ability to have conversant experiences with software, but all that data is private in the organizations. So really you want the outside, the public domain knowledge to inform one way to the inside of the organization where appropriate and where companies want to feedback out for the greater good, they can do that but they need to be in control of that, right? They need to know when data should go back out to the organization. So there is this idea of data sovereignty that keeps coming up, which is that it's not that people just want to go and hide it. It's that the customer or the organization needs control of when that data is going to be exposed to a shared large language model process or when it needs to be contained and isolated away from a large language model process out there. So that really is the big, in my opinion, architectural pattern that everyone's trying to figure out right now on how to apply large language models into their organization. And so you're the school then of models will talk to each other, APIs will be the lingua franca data is going to be in there. See a lot of sequel, a lot of machine, machine. Oh yeah, yeah, like we're not, I mean, we're not going to go and boil the ocean here. I mean, like we, everyone talked about how we were going to map and reduce the world and that basically, you know, that burned and that died and burned a few years ago, thankfully, right? So I mean, we're just not going to do that. By the time you get done that you'll have a whole new technology to work with. So I think we got to be pragmatic. We need to be able to say, how do I leverage my existing investments in SQL databases, existing data lakes, Delta lakes, whatever you're doing, that all has to be integrated in with these conversational generative AI experiences. And that's the architectural, repeatable architectural patterns that people are trying to figure out how to scale that. That is really the art right now that everyone's working on that's the state of the art research that everyone's trying to get to. How do I do that in a way that's repeatable across industries in a way that I can allow my, I can have products that can be transparent, explainable, fair, that they ensure that they're trustworthy but they also can speak to the vernacular of that industry. And that's really what SAS is focusing on. We'll have those architectural conversations. It is early innings, it's evolving real time. Next Gen Cloud is here. Data, the role of data is changing. You see it in that big time. I think the generative AI has highlighted the fact that it generates stuff models will work together. There'll be a few large language models but there'll be a power law. All this is to be unpacked. We'll continue that. Brian, final minute we have left. What's going on at SAS for you right now? What's on your agenda? What's your focus right now for the next year? Well, for us, for me, it is really, we are in the heat of implementing generative AI use cases with customers who just had, they're coming in left and right. I'm meeting with customers left and right on how they want to apply this technology and I'll be focusing on real game changing outcomes for the business. And it's really about what I just said. How do we combine their existing investments with SAS where we're doing modeling for in the banking side of the house for C car calculations. How do we bring those calculations into generative AI experiences? I got life sciences companies who are asking the same from their perspective on this. So for us, it's really about how do we make this generative AI thing a real tangible business return where it's a 10X return for these businesses. The world's experiencing inflation. And as I said before, what's associated with inflation is inefficiency. And really for us AI, we believe is what takes out those, takes out the inflationary pressures in the market. So we can help customers run faster, leaner and with more efficiently that we can start seeing prices and inflationary pressures coming down in the world. That's what we're trying to do. So you guys as a company has a lot of data obviously analytics, data drives organizations. AI is a dream scenario for you guys. Well positioned if that's going to change and give you guys a tailwind. Certainly in the business. Other companies, what advice would you give other folks out there who have a data strategy might not be as immersed into data as you guys are with your customers. How should they be thinking about leaning into this wave? Just quick best practice advice for your peers. You got to get your data straight, right? So if you're going to go and start to use generative AI capabilities or any AI, like you have to have your data strategy understood. It doesn't need to be perfect. You just need to have a strategy and have the discipline to go forward. And it can take multi years. It's okay. It's not going to be like you're done in your data strategy. It's a consistent, persistent effort in the organization. And those that could honestly pay that properly with their efforts and their focus will ultimately win because these AI, these enhanced AI capabilities that are unlocked when you have a good data strategy are so game changing to the business that you want to see that ultimate achievement. And that starts with data. And so you got to get the data strategy, right? That's why again, data management for us is such a high focus area of value for, even when we talk generative AI, data management is right there with it. Brian Harris, EVP, CTO of SAS. Again, I can't agree with you further. It's perfect to storm. If you're involved in data, this is a tailwind. Like the pandemic, people should learn from, if you were in the cloud and you got in the cloud before the pandemic hit, you rode that well through and came out better the other side here with AI. Still, I'd say not even the first inning, it's early pre-game, it's pre-game AI. So I think if folks can get in there, that's what we're learning here on the show. Get in with your data fests and not just doing the normal data stuff, make it central so it can scale. Brian, this is your key point. Thanks for sharing. Appreciate it. John, thank you so much. Hey, Brian Harris, EVP, CTO of SAS. They're in, they got data there. They've been a data company from day one. They've been serving a lot of customers. Now AI is changing the game. This is a competitive advantage if companies can get generative AI right. It'll change how they build applications, software, infrastructure, and how they change the workforce. This is theCUBE's live coverage here. We are in Palo Alto for our in-studio SuperCloud 4 event. We'll be right back with more after this short break.


Did you know that one of the Beatles drove a Mustang? Oh yeah? Yeah, they did. It was a Harrison Ford. Bum-ba-dum-ba, bum-ba-dum. Welcome back to our studio, the rex of Corbin. I'm Harrison Ford. I'll say Instagram Twitter for more. She's kind of thanks to the people who have sort of gotten to go like button. Did you see the new one yet? Nope. I have not seen the new one yet. Me either. I've heard sadly. I wanna see it because I know it's his last time being Indiana Jones, but I've also heard reviews, this was back when it debuted at Cannes, that it just, it's lackluster. Yeah, well the last one or two were. Yeah, after, I mean for me, the last Good Indiana Jones films was the final crusade, the last crusade with Sean Connery, the ones after that all fell short for me. But I love Indiana Jones. Anyways, today, what are we doing, Rick? I haven't the foggiest idea because I'm not in London where it's foggy. Today, this is, we've got a rap song. Rap song, rap song. Read this. This first song is called The Last Ride and it is a tribute by him to his idol, Tupac. He's talking about Tupac's life and legacy, but the lyrics also fit his life very much as well. The similarities are in Cannes. And it's, this is his name. Forgive mispronunciation if at all. Sidhu Musiwala. The last ride. The last ride, so it's both a tribute but it's also autobiographical sounds. And it's a, somebody English, not our subbers, so if the subs are not up to our subbers' par, it's, it's not our subbers. It's just a version on the internet. Got it. So, here we go. Musiwala, baby. He's just arrived live. Is he the one that died a year ago? I believe he's somebody, I don't know if he was assassinated or what. I remember about a year ago or so, a big rapper died, an Indian rapper. And I don't remember if it was him. Well, let us find out. Are you looking? I'm gonna look. It would make sense because he said it did prophesize his life kind of similar to Tupac's. Yeah, it says, as it starts out here, it says was an Indian rapper. Yep, and yeah, it said may of 2022. Yep. I remember. It was all over everybody's feed, like Renvier, everybody that was a fan of. He was shot by unidentified assailants in his car. Gotcha, yeah, okay. Tupac. Yeah, apparently it closely emulates. And it was a fitting tribute because if you haven't listened to Tupac, please go listen to Tupac give you a fan of rap. The man had more impact on rap than any rapper really ever has. And he was only making music for seven years, I think. Yeah. I think Tupac only made music for about seven years. And he had probably the biggest, most lasting impact of any rapper that ever will have on the genre. And he was also, 90s rap was very different than what rap is today. It was all stories and them rapping about stories. It sounds like what he was. And where they came from. I think it's a synth, is it a synth? Yeah, the high pitch. It's very 90s, but it's Tupac, Biggie as well. You said a lot. Yeah, it's such a mixed bag for me because on the one hand, on the positive side of things, I find it to be some of the most authentic artistry you'll find on planet earth because it's coming from places of just open, total honesty of this is how it is. And I applaud it for that. Yet on the other side of that coin, the negative side for me is how much the lives of the people in it are rooted in criminality and gang violence. It's just really difficult for me to celebrate it in its totality because so much of it is embedded in and completely fueled by criminality and gang violence and gang mentality. It's very difficult for me to jump on board that. Not me, I'm part of the Crips. Can't you tell? Oh yeah, just by looking at you. So if he died, he's born 93, he's younger than me. So I was born in 91. So he was, so that's 28, 29? When he died? 29? No, 28, he was about to turn 29. How sad. That's awful. It is, it's absolutely very tragic. Because I enjoyed his flow in this, obviously. This one was especially about, obviously, his inspiration, I guess, in Tupac. The rapper singing a song where I performed Punjabi. Obviously, it was sounded Punjabi. Yeah, very much. Why do I feel like a lot of rappers that we've heard are Punjabi? Is that? I think you're right. I don't know why. I feel like a lot of them are Punjabi. Maybe it just comes with being an OG of the Punjab, like me, like myself. Could be. Corbin Singh. Could be.  He uploads every day, even if a block gets in his way. He'll still put that on Patreon. Copyright strike, don't guess on. Watch him, bright and early. Check your clock. Oh, 8.30, boom. There it goes. What's it gonna be on the Corbin? He's got the skills that you can trust. Now watch him do his pelvic thrust. If you don't know what that is. Some do call. You haven't seen any of our celebration videos. Some do call me the Tupac of Indian-American reaction. It's true. It's true. And by the way, Van Owen is a street that runs right down the middle east and west, straight through the San Fernando Valley. It's very, if you're in LA, you know Van Owen. I wonder if they went where you were shot. In fact, it's not too far away. It's a very long street. Yeah, it goes the full length of the valley, like all of the east and wests did for the most part. Do you remember where he was shot? What part of the- Tupac? Yeah, Tupac. He was shot in Vegas, I thought. No, he was shot in LA. He was shot in Vegas? I thought he was shot in Vegas. No, maybe I'm wrong. I thought he was shot in the streets of Vegas. He's from LA. And his last, I know his last words. Making a joke? No, I am not. Okay. His last, at least his last words that were recorded by one of the cops on the scene. Oh, is it? The cop said to him, I know you, he was telling him, I know you know who did this, who did this to you so we can get them.  That was a very tumultuous time.  Well, especially around that time, that was the 90s, Rodney King riots. Yeah. There's police brutality.  Yeah. I guess if you're married to a cop, that's not a real insult. The very tumultuous time of the 90s with the police and African-American relations. I'll tell you what, still. It was 80s and leading into the 90s, but in the 80s when I was in high school, the reality of the Crips and the Bloods in LA and how bad the gang violence was down in Compton and the inner city was really frickin' scary for a teenage kid living in LA. It was real. And if you saw anybody sport in blue or red, you didn't even look at them, because it was real and it was all the time going on. Anyways, please let us know more from him and other Indian rappers that we can react to. Always enjoy these. Please let us know down below.


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