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Just came across a new buzzword (well, new to me anyway) – knowledge management.

Introductory KM article includes a basic definition of KM, discussion of intellectual assets, benefits from KM, challenges of KM, who should lead KM efforts, and technologies that can support KM.

Oh, geez. Just when CEOs have spun down from Six Sigma bullshit, they’re going to start subjecting people to Knowledge Management seminars? What color is your stupid freakin’ parachute?
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In the course of a completely random meandering talk with Kit (covering the NSA and Mountain Dew cans, Southern cooking and paperfolding), it came up that you buy flatware in settings for 4 (most of us do anyway – if you have “a pattern” you don’t count), yet steak knives in sets of 6.

Hot dogs and buns. What is the point? I now have 8 sets of dishes except for steak knives. I guess I’m unlikely to be serving steak to more than 6 people, so I’ll let it go. Otherwise, it ends at 24. Imagine buying 2 dozen sets of silverware just so you have an even number. Even I’m not that nuts.
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When my sister said it, I thought she was being weird. Now I’ve seen someone else using the word, so it must be a known slang term. But, why would you say “spendy” when “expensive” is not much longer? Really, spendy? Of course, the two people I’ve heard use this term are from Minnesota and Iowa, so maybe it’s regional (I can hope).
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How is it possible for my hotel to have 45 channels, and not have the Comedy Channel? But, some Spanish-language channel has buxom women in tiny outfits (one is a mesh dress) on some silly game show. A guy is currently biting marshmallows off a woman’s dress. That’s my kind of game…might not stop with the marshmallows though. 😉

Home again tomorrow, thank goodness.
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I’m a patriot, a veteran, a sensitive person.

But, “America Remembers – Part One” is on CNN next week, and I’m just not going to watch it. We’ve watched memorials every week the past year, and we’ve lit a billion candles in remembrance. Of course America remembers – the media won’t shut the fuck up.

Seriously, let’s remember the events, but let’s also be interested in other news events, ok? Gaza Strip anyone?
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If you ask me to make you a userpic, and I send you one and ask, “how’s this?” you are expected to respond. Seriously, how do I know if you like it if you don’t say, “thanks, that’s good.”????

twits.
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OK, folks, quick lesson in the basis of our government in the United States of America – there is no enumerated right to avoidance of offense. You have every right to be offended at things that happen, and I have every right to tell you to fuck off.

If you are such a kneejerk anti-religion person that you think having the phrase “In God We Trust” on our coinage is making us into a theocracy, get the fuck out of my country. We really don’t need anyone with such a complete lack of intellect around here anyhow.

Since everyone else has weighed in on this…

What I find amusing is that the majority of people who are decrying the recent court ruling assume that Godless heathen atheists, probably baby-killing drugusers as well, are behind it all.

Sorry, but the majority of atheists who came to their beliefs through logic instead of a kneejerk reaction to some bad church experience really couldn’t care less about such matters. Would it offend you that your neighbor, the Buddhist, had a darma bracelet on? Probably not, because it does not affect you in any way. Same thing with words in the Pledge of Allegiance – if you are a true atheist, you wouldn’t care if the words “under God” were there or not, because it wouldn’t offend you to say something that you think is silly and mythical. No more than you would be offended by the names of the days of the week being Norse gods. Oh, no, I can’t say “Thursday” because it means I’m offering fealty to Thor. Whatever.

The unexamined life is not worth living (Socrates).

From a Salon article of recent vintage:

Great sex is an incident. A relationship is a story. You need to run arm in arm from a collapsing building, bless some children, bury some loved ones, build a house and still be there to talk about it all, to walk in off the deck and remember something together. You need some struggle, some mutual purpose. If you stick together, the world will enlist you in its narrative. And the sex will be part of the story, maybe not the best part, but a true part.

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Better it is for philosophy to err in active participation in the living struggles and issues of its own age and times, than to maintain an immune monastic impeccability…saints engage in introspection while burly sinners rule the world.

Sitting in a bar at the Bay
Watching the planes fly away
I’m drinking all alone
Two thousand miles from my home
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I don’t think any women in Tampa are smaller than a C-cup.

And that’s all I’ve got to say about that.
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I’m bored. When I’m bored I surf and read. Lately I’ve been reading various sites devoted to amateur authors (prose and verse). People, get over yourselves!

So many of these “writers” claim to be smart and yet they can’t even write complete sentences without misusing basic parts of English grammar. “Its” is a real word folks – it is the possessive of “it.” “It’s” is not a possessive, merely a contraction.

And seriously, if you’re that smart, you wouldn’t need to tell people – it would be self-evident. Tooting one’s own horn is a sign of low class, not a sign of intelligence or wit. Look at those who are considered some of the best minds of our time, whether in science or literature. Few of these bright lights felt any overwhelming desire to brag, in fact the majority would claim to be doing nothing special at all.

And the author photos! You would think every one of these people was Atlas. The world will move along quite well without you, thanks. If you are so deeply saddened by your life (especially at the ripe old age of 20 or so), do the world a favor and leave it sooner rather than later. If you can’t find joy in life, you would be better off not having one.

Finally, Robert Frost kicks ass, no matter what those silly post-modern hacks think!
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Anyone familiar with a supersaturated solution? It’s one in which, by all rights, the suspension should have crystallized, and it’s being held in solution by lack of a catalyst. One example can be sugar water, which will crystallize around a string to make rock candy but otherwise will stay liquid.

I think the air in Tampa is supersaturated. If someone had the right catalyst, the entire atmosphere in this town would turn into a ball of water. Geez, how do people live here?
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Why does “Taps” bring a tear to my eye every time I hear it? Is it because I associate it too closely with the funerals I had to assist with during my time in the Army? Or is it just a sad song?

Carpe Mamma!
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Somehow I’ve ended up defining the word dystopian twice in the past month. I’m sure I’ve not used it in conversation more than a half-dozen times in my entire life, so this is odd. Although, it is nice to be able to have conversations that use words like dystopian and sylvan, proves I’m not dealing with complete morons for a change. Ah, well, back to work next week. 🙂

Ever have a flash of memory, and wonder why you’d think of such a thing at that time?

I just remembered a surreal night from almost 15 years ago. My friend Jason was heading out to boot camp to be in the Navy Reserve, and there was a party in Long Beach or Bellflower. I lived in Anaheim then, so it was a 30 mile drive or so. After getting lightly toasted at the party, I hopped in the car and drove home, on the nearly deserted freeway. At 3 am, I only saw about 1 car every 2 minutes during the drive home. Up ahead, I saw some flames from the center divider. Being a cautious sort (especially when I was sure that I would NOT pass a breathalyzer and I was underage anyhow), I pulled into the far right lane, and continued on. The flames were coming from a single car accident. The van was facing 45 degrees back toward traffic, nose against the concrete pillar of an overpass, and was completely engulfed in flame. In my illegally inebriated state, I had two thoughts: “there but for the grace of…”, and “ain’t no way I can stop to help.” Not that there was anything any normal person could have done to save them, but isn’t it the right thing to do, to stop for an accident and at least notify authorities?

Why in the world would that memory blossom in my mind, fully formed and vivid?
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Love is a gift. You can only try to be worthy of it.
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