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Staring at this list, I couldn't help but think that the more things change the more they stay the same - especially where money and power are concerned.
But how could this be true? We live in an age of collective glee about the fruits of the net.revolution. We've got all this young, imaginative talent running circles around Gates. We've got Netscape's and Java's that ask - more honestly than Gates ever could - Where do you want to go today? We've got real hope.
The thing is, we've been here before. While Sarnoff's spirit - and bank account - grew in his own time, the buzz of technological innovation and excitement often spun around furiously and far from his grasp. 'Amateur' radio operators built their own informal, two-way networked culture. Young talent like the 24 year old TV inventor Philo Farnsworth snuck past the likes of Sarnoff and grabbed key patents. There was hope. There were dreams.
When I think about the upstart Farnsworth, I can't help but smile. But I also have to remember Sarnoff's spirit. He licensed Farnsworth's technology and took TV down the tired old road he'd built for radio. He crushed the amateurs with regulations and lawyers. He won.
A few days after leaving the museum, I opened the newspaper to find the images of Bill Gates and NBC president Robert Wright (Sarnoff's corporate offspring) merged on the page. They were announcing MSNBC - a 24 online and cable news extravaganza. This marriage of corporate technological visions from opposite ends of the century proved it beyond a doubt. Gates and Sarnoff are one. Their spirit is truly with us and it - as much or more than any other - is defining where we will really go today.
Of course there are other spirits that surround us, especially on the net. Emma Goldman and Thomas Paine jump to mind. But we should not let ourselves be overly mesmerized by the beauty and wonder of these spirits. For, if we are not careful or if we happen to be looking the other way, the spirit of Gates and Sarnoff may stomp by and crush us like bugs.