Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Etymology

Etymology is the study of the origin of words.

Given that most conscious thought is the manipulation and interaction of words, one can safely assume that a full and robust vocabulary is a great aid to a vigorous and vibrant thought life.

One trap for "collectors" of words is that they will have a vast portfolio of flat, cardboard-cutout words.  They may even create the illusion of deep thought as they mechanically rearrange their cardboard words like so many hands of playing cards in a game of rummy.

An antidote for the "collector trap" is to learn the history of words, much as a lover wants to know and cherish every historical detail of their beloved.

Origins of English words.  Image from HERE


Words tell us their history us through their components.  Words have roots.  Those root(s) are likely to be from Latin based languages, Greek, Germanic, Norse or the native languages from across the Empire.

Words might be compound words.  They might have a prefix and/or a suffix.  A little bit of knowledge about the bits and pieces that words are made of goes a long way toward turning those flat pieces of cardboard into meaty, highly textured, chewy representations of ideas.

A couple of examples:


Belladonna and I were going somewhere in the car and she asked me, "What do you hope for in the person I marry?"  Her tone of voice was 100% serious.  It was not a time to joke around.

I was caught a little bit by surprise.  I listed some things that came to mind:
  • Fidelity
  • Healthy enough to take care of her and their children should events make that a necessity
  • Smart enough to balance a checkbook and express himself
  • To be inwardly focused enough to know himself but to be outwardly focused enough to be attentive to her, any children, his coworkers etc.
  • A highly developed sense of responsibility
  • To be "right" with God
There were other items.  After pondering for about five more minutes I broached the subject again.  I told Bella, "You know, after thinking about it a bit....I want you to have a husband who has integrity."

Later that weekend, I had the privilege of listening to Mrs ERJ talk to Kubota about the nature and importance of being able to compromise.

Integrity


Integrity has the same root as Integrated.

Integrated:  Exhibiting the properties of a coherent, harmonious whole made from a combination of discrete entities.

Antonyms:  Incoherent, dissonant, disintegrated, compartmentalized.

That makes "Integrity" a word that you can chew on, a word of substance.  Integrity is the man who walks like he talks.  What you see is what you get.

Compromise


Root word "promise".

Prefix "Com".  "Com" is seen in the words "Community" and "Common" and "Communion"

"Compromise" becomes "A promise we make together."  A nuance of this definition is that it is impossible to "compromise" with a party who does not honor promises.

Some people have difficulty reconciling "Compromise" and "Integrity".  Ironically, "Compromise" is only possible between two parties who both demonstrate "Integrity".

How is that for a word with "texture" and three dimensionality?

Fearless Political Predictions

Bowing to public pressure, Eaton Rapids Joe consulted the official ERJ crystal ball to look into the future.

Trump:  Trump's niche in the political ecosystem is "The Bad-ass Marriage Counsellor".  Instead of letting the principals stick to safe, unenlightening small talk, he drags the heartburn issues onto the table.  He forces them discuss money, sex, in-laws, who drives the car, who plans the vacation...all the  topics that cause the discomfort that energizes the fights.

He is a character of mythic proportions.  He causes pain because each candidate is dragged naked into the sunlight and he/she must articulate their positions on a much broader stage than they originally prepared for.  He creates opportunity because that larger stage creates room for freedom of  expression, a way to differentiate and stand out from the crowd.

The last candidate who offered such comedic relief was an Austrian with a large ego and a Charlie Chaplin mustache.  Trump has the ego and silly hair.  The Deep State underestimated the Austrian and was not able to manipulate him.  They won't make that kind of mistake again.  Trump will not get the nod.

Clinton:  The difference between the white plate special and the blue plate special is that the extra dollar you spend for the white plate special buys you a clean plate.  Hillary is the Thursday blue plate special.  She is the hash you first saw on Monday as meatloaf.

Clinton despises the press and that attitude leaks out.  In the 11th hour the fourth estate won't deliver the goods for Clinton.  She will get the D nomination but not win the general election.

Bush: Were Somerset Maugham alive, he would tell us that Bush's primary virtue is that he is always at his best.  Name recognition is the only reason he is in the mix.  He will fade away half way through the primaries.  He will disappear into the pack.  Mega-contributers abandon him when he loses momentum and he does not know how to run low-budget, grass-roots campaign.

The Pack: This is where it gets interesting.  Walker, Huckabee, Carson, Cruz, Rubio, Paul, Christie, Kasich, Perry, Santorum, Jindal, Fiorina, Graham.

Football analogy: Trump's antics opened up the other team's defense.  There is room for the ball carrier (whoever has the mike) to break free for some jaw dropping yardage. Risks will be taken.  Some will win.  Some will lose.

It will be a long, grueling campaign.  There will be surprise casualties.  Some will hang on long after everybody else has written them off.  The ERJ crystal ball tells me that our next president will be one of these candidates.

Any deficiencies the ERJ crystal ball has in predictive capabilities is more than compensated for by its ability to dispense solace.  I hope I do not need to use it in that capacity.

My turn



In a surprising news release, Hillary Clinton, Inc. filed a suit in New York City against Jeb Bush.  At issue is the use of the campaign slogan, "Its my turn!!"

Mrs Rodham-Clinton claims that her slogan, "Its my turn, dammit!!" predates Jeb Bush's slogan "Because it is my turn!!!"  Insiders claim that choice of font and the multiplicity of exclamation points were also listed as copyright infringements.

Jeb Bush filed a counter suit in Pensacola, Florida claiming that his slogan was unique because it avoided excessive self-absorption as evidenced by the lack of bold "my".  Further, his slogan uniquely avoids gratuitous profanity as dictated by the values of his core constituency.

The printing industry filed an amicus curiae in both cases proposing that both parties agree on the same slogan and poster (example shown above) to simplify their production and logistics.

A poll by See-eN-eN to uncover public sentiment revealed that 316,999,998 citizens wonder when it will be their turn.

Relax the deathgrip on the handlebars

Lucky, a friend and reader from Kentucky sent me the following video.

I rarely watch videos due to the punitive pricing on overages.  Lucky gets extra consideration and the topic was interesting.

Riding a Bicycle

A couple of guys in the shop wanted to screw with one of the young engineers.   They welded a gear-set to the bottom of a set of bicycle's handlebars  and the top of the wheel stem.  The rider must turn the handlebars to the right to make the bike turn left, and so on.

This video documents the engineer's struggles to learn to ride this bike.

In case you have forgotten, one balances on a bike by turning.  We turn into the direction we are falling.  That is why it is so much easier to balance on a moving bike.  We can correct with our steering.  Furthermore, we must start leaning before initiating the turning.  Much of "learning" to ride a bike involves co-wiring our brain to automatically link "turn" and "tip".

While watching the video I could not help thinking, "Just ride it with 'no hands'".

There is a great deal of caster on that particular bike.  Riding a bike with "no hands" is a skill mastered by every eight year old.  It demands a slower pace.  It also demands that the rider be attentive to the bike and not be so consumed with their ego that they force the bike.  They have to follow the bike.

The astute reader might make some connections between riding a bike and leadership styles.

In the interest of science, I may remove the handlebars from a bike today and see if it influences how easily it is to ride "no hands".  I may be posting pictures of skinned knees tomorrow.  Be prepared for gore.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Tiny and Gamo, Part II

There was more "chatter" in comments on the last post than on any essay in recent history.  I think it may have touched a nerve.


Developing a plan


Good plans are like good journalism:  They encompass the elements of: "Who", "What", "How", "Where", "When", "Why". The Tiny and Gama story is entertaining but I think its greater value is in noodling out how Chris developed his plan.

Having known Chris, I doubt that his intention was to bury Adam.  Mostly, he had a mission.  He wanted to be successful.  He wanted to stop the undeserved butt whippings.

Chris probably asked himself, "What is the most effective action that I can do (or direct) to get this product built?".  Standard practice had been to make a big show of making your guys look busy...especially when they were not.  That way the supervisor could always fall back on the argument, "But boss, my guys were working their asses off the whole time....what more could I do?"

Chris concluded that dedicating a team to help "expedite" the part would be of more value than looking busy.  That conclusion triggered a whole round of similar questions:  "'Who' are the most effective people to assign to this team?"  "'When' are the most effective time windows for them to expedite?"  "'How' can they expedite most effectively?"  and so on.  It takes a playful mind to explore potential actions that deviate from the safe, proven practices of the past.

Chris undoubtedly combed through the WWHWWW questions until the plan was "bushy" with enough details....details like, "Call my boss and let him know my plan.  He is tired of getting his but whipped too.  Let him know to play "stupid" to buy me time"  Details like, "Square it with the committeeman." and, "What will I say when Ed calls me?"

Responsibility


Responsibility is the combination of accountability and authority.  Chris took the time to develop a plan that used both of those: accountability and authority, with a deft hand.

Chris was held accountable for getting product built to a timetable.  The organization gave him human resources to deploy to make that happen.

When John called and later when Ed called (and you can be sure they did) Chris stood on his accountability and his authority.  Neither John nor Ed were getting beat up for late builds   Chris was the one being held accountable for getting the builds done on time. 

Chris actually used the limitations of his authority to justify planting Tiny and Gamo in Adam's office.  "I have no control over Adam (or John or Ed) but I do have authority over Tiny and Gamo.  My job is to get the jobs built.  I need the part.  The fastest, surest way to get the part is to have somebody waiting for a hand-delivery.  I have a limited number of chess pieces.  I deployed them to the limits of my authority."





Adam's fate was a byproduct of Chris's plan.  Adam was a dead man walking.  He was like an animal that had been shot in the heart.  The brain has 10 seconds of oxygen before it shuts down.  Somehow Adam had been able to milk that 10 seconds of oxygen for years.  Shame on the organization for letting him gum up the works for so long.

Monday, August 3, 2015

Tiny and Gamo

Chris was the supervisor in Experimental Assembly and he had a problem, a problem named Adam.

Adam was a perennial thorn in his side.  Adam was an engineer who was not doing his job.  Adam had a drug problem.

You would think it would be evident to everybody around him. It was crystal clear to everybody who depended on Adam for anything but Adam had his bosses snowed.  He was always off-site...claiming to be at the test facility or a supplier's facility or at manufacturing plant.

Adam's bosses always granted Adam the benefit of the doubt.  They ascribed Adam's vacant expression to thinking deep thoughts.  They attributed Adam's slow response to questions to a habit of thinking before answering.  In fact, that vacant expression was a high fidelity representation of Adam's mental state.  Adam's slow responses were due to the sparse distribution of fragile, new-growth neural ganglia.  Each neural impulse had to make thousands of cold-calls before it could find another neuron to pick up the phone.

It was beyond frustrating to everybody who depended on Adam for everything.  All complaints were poo-poohed.  Adam's bosses thought he was a rock star.

Parts


One of Adam's responsibilities was to order prototype parts to support builds of test product.  Some kinds of parts had high "shrinkage rates".  Those were the cool parts, the go-fast chips, the custom colors.  Shrinkages is code for "theft".  An engineer responsible for cool parts quickly learned to order at least fifty parts to ensure he would have 5 to support the experimental builds.  Adam's parts were not cool parts.  In many cases they were current production parts.  And he still could not get or keep them in stock.

Chris tried calling Adam but Adam was not picking up the phone, nor was he responding to the messages.  Most likely, Adam was "out of the office".   Chris was not surprised.  Adam never responded to the phone.

Blocked out


The experimental assembly process also served to validate the assembly process.  The product was built in the order that mimicked the production assembly process.  Many times, the shortage of an "Adam part" stalled the build and nuked the experimental assembly schedule.  Assembly bays would be filled with work-in-process that could not be finished.  Everybody else had their parts available.  Everybody but Adam.

Sometime an Adam part would be on the shelf but it would be the wrong part.  There is no point in attempting to assemble a cable when the bulkhead has a round hole in it and the grommet injection molded on cable is square.

It had just happened again.  A hot build was stalled due to the lack of an Adam part and Chris decided that he was not going to take any more ass-whippings for Adam's incompetence.

Tiny and Gamo


He made a couple of calls on the phone and then he beckoned Larry and Jim into his office.  Larry and Jim were his two super-star assemblers.  Naturally, he had assigned them to the hottest project.

Chris said, "I am pulling you off the hot build and assigning it to Tiny and Gamo."

Larry,  a bit of a factory floor lawyer with an encyclopedic knowledge of the Union contract said, "Umm, boss;  You can't do that.  Tiny and Gamo are not experimental assemblers."

Chris said, "I called the committeeman and told him what I needed to do.  He said I can use them as experimental assemblers as long as I pay them the experimental assembler pay rate.  The union is all about putting more money in people's pockets."

Larry said, "That might be so...but those guys can't do experimental assembly. They don't have the skills.  And besides...you know... "

Chris said, "No worries.  I got this handled."

Force fields


In every large non-air conditioned factory there is a certain class of individuals who are noted for their personal force fields.

These force fields wax and wane with the season.  At their peak, in mid summer, carrion flies bounce off of these force fields.

While there is no sure way to visually identify these individuals, they typically weigh somewhat north of 350 pounds.  Another good indicator involves salt rings.  Salt ring is a bit of a misnomer.  A man with a powerful force field will have three dimensional salt formation reminiscent of coral reefs around a tropical atoll.  Needless to say these salt formations take weeks to develop into the full flower of their splendiferous complexity.

Tiny and Gamo were prime specimens.  It was early-August and they were at the height of their super powers.

Assigning the task


Chris wisely chose to go out on the factory floor to make his assignments to Tiny and Gamo.  Even with the wide open spaces and world-class ventilation Chris had to stand upwind to avoid gagging.

He explained the situation.  He told them he was going to use them as "expediters" and that he would give them an extra dollar-an-hour pay bump.

Chris said, "I am giving you a direct order to sit in Adam's office until he puts the parts in your hand.  We cannot proceed with this super-hot build until we have those parts.  My orders are for you to sit there all week if you have to.  You are to report there at 7:00AM and sit there until 3:30PM.  If I walk by his office and you are not sitting in those chairs I will write you up.  If any body asks, tell them exactly what I told you."

In parting, he added, "You might want to get something out of your lockers to read.  I think you are going to be there a while."

One hour later...


One hour later Adam's boss walked by the glass half-walled cubical and did a double take.  "Ummm, may I help you?" he asked.

The two men, very large men, explained that they had been given a direct order to sit in that office until the parts showed up.  John, Adam's boss, told them that was not necessary, that they could leave and the parts would be delivered to the build cell.

The two men explained that in the union/hourly world a "direct order" had the force of law and John was not in their chain of command.  They COULD NOT leave.

The fact that they were getting paid an extra dollar an hour to sit in padded chairs and read girlie magazines in an air-conditioned office may have enhanced their earnest delivery of that message.

Two hours later....


Ed, John's boss walked by the office and did a double take.

Ed was high enough up in the food chain to be "bonus eligable".  He was a feisty banty-rooster of a man, standing only a little taller than Tiny and Gamo as they sat in their chairs.

Ed, Tiny and Gamo had a repeat of the conversation Tiny and Gamo had with John.

Ed did not like how that conversation went.

Three hours later....


The office space was empty except for Tiny and Gamo.

The air conditioning was not up to the task of keeping these two brutes, sitting side-by-side from perspiring.

By some coincidence the other 19 engineers who shared that office space found urgent reasons to be elsewhere. 

Three and a half hours later....


Suppliers and vendors started trickling into the office.  It was the practice that suppliers would drop in on engineers to extoll the virtues of their products.  They invariably showed up a half hour before lunch and it became necessary to take the engineer out to lunch in order to make the sales pitch.  The cost of the lunch for both engineer and salesperson went on the supplier's expense account.

The more olfactory challenged suppliers (cigar smokers, for instance) had several seconds of wonderment about the vacant office space before the level of aromatics rose to where they were detected by taste.

The suppliers fled.

Three days later...


Tiny and Gamo sat there for two days.  Circumstantial evidence suggests that neither John nor Ed were able to establish contact with Adam.

An engineer who used to be responsible for Adam's parts was pressed into service.  He drove to Toledo and picked up the experimental parts.  John was waiting for Tiny and Gamo, parts-in-hand, at 6:55 AM on Wednesday.

Adam showed up at the office the following Monday.  His termination papers were waiting for him on his desk.  He was escorted out of the building.

Chris is my hero.  He found a way to take a problem that he was powerless to fix and to reassociate it back to its natural and rightful owner.  He did it with the resources that were available to him.  It only cost him $32 in extra wages.  And the problem went away forever the next Monday.

Tel Aviv: Old New Land

This post was suggested by commenter Raven.

Tel Aviv.  1909.  Photo from HERE


From Rare Historical Photos website:

In April 1909, 66 Jewish families gathered on a desolate sand dune to parcel out the land by lottery using seashells. This gathering is considered the official date of the establishment of Tel Aviv. The lottery was organised by Akiva Arye Weiss, president of the building society. Weiss collected 120 sea shells on the beach, half of them white and half of them grey. The members’ names were written on the white shells and the plot numbers on the grey shells.


But how did they turn the dessert in a farmed and populated territory? The trick has been known here since time immemorial, first you plant wheat which grows in sand, then after a decade or so you plant hardy root vegetables and fruiting shrubs, then after a decade or two more the sand becomes topsoil hardy enough for basically anything which is when you plant the olives and reclaim the arable land forever. Israel employed this ancient knowledge plus modern agricultural research to basically shove the desert as far south as it wanted to. Once food security was achieved in the late 50’s a small strip was left for future agricultural development and almost all of the rest of the desert was preserved in one way or another.

Of course, it helps to have ample ground water and eager, hardworking immigrants.

Contemporary Tel Aviv, population approximately 400,000.  Image from HERE