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Firefox 3 stumble

I upgraded to Firefox 3 kind of late. Well if you can consider a week from time of release late. But nonetheless, I didn’t really read up on any of the new features, I just dived right in.

And I found that Google Browser Sync was not supported. Plus, Google is not going to continue support. Sucksville. I had been using Google Browser Sync to sync all my bookmarks between PCs.

Then I stumbled on FoxMarks. Oh good golly… so much better.

And the big plus?

I can hit my bookmarks from any PC anywhere from any browser if I need them. I just log into the FoxMarks site and bingo, I have a http version of all my links.

Handy.

Firefox 3 is an improvement. Not night and day, but definitely an improvement.

The magic performance ratio

When it comes down to who actually does the work, it is about 2 people for a moderate sized IT project.

When it comes down to who talks about what work needs to be done by the group, it amounts to about 8 people.

So for every 4 people talking, only 1 actually has any ability to accomplish work. And that person has the least to contribute.

And guaranteed, that 1 person that has the ability to do the work is actually playing video games right now.

In some mild relationship, ran across this today.

OMFG, Hilarious.

Teaching Evolution

I was raised a Christian. Don’t shirk or apologize. I have come to terms with my faith as most adults do… and have reconciled the gray parts as best I can. But as a child, without a doubt, I knew how the Earth had been created.

It involved an old looking dude with a huge beard saying “let there be light”. And he rocked out a bit, and then said, “yeah, yeah, yeah that is good!” … and continue the book of Genesis.

So when I got to Junior High, my earth science teacher rolled his eyes at the upshot of hands when he started talking abiogenesis one day. We all knew it was coming, and the devout Jesus freaks always have to make a stink. We were raised that way, after all. See a Mormon, slap ‘em around a bit with Bible verses. See a scientist, slap ‘em around a bit with some common sense straight out of the Bible. So when my science teacher, Mr. Takanawa, saw the raised hands in the room, he knew exactly what was coming.

… A bunch of upstart Bible thumping teenage plebes were about to try to convince him that there was more than one theory. There had to be other theories he had to teach to be truly impartial.

And as the dutiful and respectful teacher that he was, he did indeed debate with us. He also put us in our place without making us feel like total ignorant fools (a tribute to his ability and success as a teacher).

And now as an adult, I have to agree with him. Creationism just does not belong in our schools.

Our schools’ ultimate goal in any teaching method should be to focus on critical thought and rational logic. By extension, religion just does not belong in the public school system. No matter how it is dressed up. You can call creationism “intelligent design”, but that does not make it any less religious in nature. It is dressing up faith as a rational idea, a critical hypothesis. It cannot be either.

I think the duty of teaching the alternate mindset is up to the parents and by extension, the church. That is why they are there. To help the kids understand that there is more to this life than rational thought and critical thinking. Faith is important, religion has its place. And our ultimate job as parents is to really let it be known that we don’t know. We don’t know the ultimate truth. That is why we have faith. We won’t know for sure until a) Jesus comes tromping back (or some other religious variant), or b) we die. Until then, it is up to each of us to find our own truth. And there are plenty of religions on this earth to help anyone do that as they see fit.

However, science has the scientific method. Abiogenesis is the most popular theory of how life started on this Earth. And to be fair, scientists don’t know for sure either. They won’t know for sure until a) the hypothesis is proved in a lab environment, or b) observed in a natural instance or c) other life is found to exist in the universe. Until then is is up to each of us to find our own facts using rigorous scientific principles. And to all realize that c does not necessarily end the argument.

Facts versus truth. They are not the same thing. And as a Christian father, I will impart that on to my kids.

So hopefully, when the time comes, my kids can roll their eyes at the same time their science teacher does when the class starts talking origin of life and all those upstart ignorant plebes who don’t know better start raising their hands.

Consensus can suck a nut

Sitting in meetings, I seem to be relegated to a singular train of thought.

  1. This meeting is about “x”
  2. “x” is important, hence the meeting
  3. We need to make a decision about “x”
  4. Talk generates action items about “x”
  5. Meeting ends with schedule for meeting about action items in regard to “x”
  6. “x” is still ultimately unresolved

The ideal meeting should be two people. The stakeholder and the control. The stakeholder is the one with the problem, the control is the one that can approve action on the problem, thereby allowing the stakeholder to solve the problem.

None of my meetings are like that.

They all involve at least 5 people. Five opinions. Five viewpoints. Five brains to misconstrue information and introduce error into the communication process. And generally one of those five is not acting in the role of a control.

Leaving it all to consensus.

Consensus inevitably leads to more meetings… about consensus.

Why is it so damn hard to get decisions made?

Seriously.

A little impatience setting in

The boy is visible under the skin. At all times. His back and his butt is always pressed outwards on my wife’s tummy now.

I can imagine he is feeling a bit cramped, so I can understand the need to stretch out.

Honestly, I think I am ready for him to be here.

Not nearly as much as my wife is ready. But still.

Seeing his body move from one side of her abdomen to the other is eerie. Like something out of a scifi movie.

IT’S ALIVE AND IT’S INSIDE YOU! AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!

Well someone IS paying attention

From here:

General Motors finally gets it.

The company’s announcement that it is embracing compact cars, shutting down four truck plants and possibly even dumping Hummer shows GM — and, by extension, Detroit — realizes fuel prices aren’t coming down and SUVs are a dead-end. It’s a fundamental change of direction for the world’s largest automaker, which has for more than 10 years counted on pickups and SUVs to provide the bulk of its sales — and profits — while all but ceding the passenger car market to Japan and Europe.

But with gas poised to top $4 a gallon any day now, auto sales tumbling and the economy tanking, company CEO Rick Wagoner — like his peers at Ford and Chrysler — is scrambling to keep up with seismic changes that are coming far faster than anyone expected.

“These moves are all in response to the rapid rise in oil prices and the resulting changes in the U.S., changes that we believe are more structural than cyclical,” Wagoner said before making his announcement at GM’s shareholder meeting in Delaware. “While some of the actions … are very difficult, they are necessary to adjust to changing market and economic conditions.”

Translation — we grew fat and lazy cranking out SUVs that ran on cheap gas, but it ain’t working anymore.

But better yet:

But wait. There’s more. Wagoner said 18 of the next 19 GM product launches in the U.S. will be cars or crossover utility vehicles. It makes sense, as small cars are the one thing keeping the industry afloat right now. Sales of the Ford Focus were up 53 percent last month, and sales of the Smart microcar were up 63 percent.

We’re going to see a lot more small cars coming to market. General Motors is, as one pundit noted, the injured giant, but it’s still got the heft to change the market. If GM cranks out small cars with the enthusiasm it gave SUVs, it will start making money again and other automakers will want a piece of the action.

Towels

I made a grave mistake a couple weeks back. In my own unique style of doing things, I neglected to grab my wife’s towel from the towel hanger and place it near the shower enclosure along with my own prior to a nightly shower.

I was verbally abused. Very verbally. Lots of verbs involved. Verb massacre.

Bits of verbs lay everywhere from the massive verb explosion.

Anyways, since then, when I am prepping to take a shower after my wife, I take special notice if my towel has not been removed from the hanger and placed near the shower along with her own. If it is still up on the hanger, I take my sweet sweet partial revenge.

Sunday night, no towel.

“Where is my towel?” I asked.

“Hanging up.” She replied.

“Did you not think about me? I planned on taking a shower as well.”

“How long are you going to keep getting back at me over that?” She asked.

“Well I’ll be eighty, and I will walk into the bathroom while your showering, and say: ‘Honey, where’s my towel? I was expectin’ to take a shower too!’ And you will reply: ‘What the hell are you doing in my bathroom? We have been divorced for 30 years! Get out you crazy freak! How did you even get in? You don’t have a key!’ ” I replied.

Ha. Comedian I am.

10 little monkeys jumping on a bed

That is how most of my meetings feel… 10 monkeys arguing over completely different points, and they all think it is the same idea.

One falls down and breaks his head. He falls down because he gets slapped down by someone’s else’s political power, even if the poor monkey’s way is the best way, or the right way, if it isn’t the big monkey’s idea, then it is a shit idea.

Drives me nuts.

Especially talking big stuff.

*Sigh*

Commute in

Bikes are dangerous things.

Not because they are unsafe on the roads or anything, (sometimes they are), just due to the fact you can spend so much money on one.

I am shopping for a road bike to commute with (instead of trusty mountain bike), and every time I think I am settled on what I should invest in, the allure of shiner, fancier bike pulls me in.

I have not committed to a bike yet, and since I hate spending money, the commitment will be a difficult thing.

I think the Trek 2.1 is the way I should go, but it is 600 bucks more than the 1.2 Trek that I originally planned on. In reality the 1.2 will probably fit me just fine, but the 2.1 in every review I have read is the better deal. And every shopping guide I have read has said buy the bike you want, because upgrades are even more costly in the long run.

I am torn. I guess I may just have to flip a coin. And see what my wife thinks.

She will probably slap me for just bringing it up. Pregnant women tend to be vicious! HA.

Traveling sucks

Seriously, people that enjoy being in a job that pushes them around the country at an ambitious pace are just plain nuts.

Nuts, as in Planters Mixed Nuts short of a few cashews.

Sure, in some professions, it is a measure of how successful you are. But I think in IT, it is generally a sign of how UNsuccessful you are.

If you are in IT, not IT sales but support mind you, and you have to travel often to get things done, you are doing it wrong. And you probably need to rethink your tactics a bit.

Granted, the travel I had to experience last week was a fluke and I had no pre-existing presence at the sites I visited, but still, I think it could have been (should of been) avoided. Getting out of the office is a nice change, but not when the change of pace is a whirlwind tour of seven sites in seven cities in four different states. I felt not only braindead on Friday, but I was concerned I didn’t really retain the info I needed. That is why I took notes, and took pictures.

But seriously, anyone could have done that. Why it had to be me, I don’t know. My boss’s gut said so?

That kind of travel should just be avoided, period.

I guess as a corollary observation of a similar behavior, I have never understood the hectic see-everything-in-a-rush vacation that some people enjoy. My idea is going to a vacation to rest and relax and enjoy the scenery, not trip over your damn feet every time you look up and ending the vacation more tired than you were when you left it.

Give me a quiet cafe, a book, some good coffee in that old Roman palazzo, and let the Colosseum be damned.