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15 May 2012


Douglas Keachie

And you do pracrtice what you preach here, I missed getting around for thanking you for your self correction the other day.

For the opposite side of the coin, all professions have their screwups, here is one sure to warm the cockles of Todd's heart.


Michael Anderson

So George, here's a hypothetical: If Skip were to say to an engineer, "I’m sorry, I didn’t say it well enough for you to understand," and the engineer came back with, "No, you said it well enough for me to understand, you're just wrong," what would he say next?


A man's got to know his limitations.

If the other responded with "No, you said it well enough for me to understand, you're just wrong" with the set of facts presented, he'd better be not only a mid-level manager but also the nephew of the founder, as the reaming would have been blistering, though, I suspect, low key and aligned with the old Klingon proverb, "Revenge is a dish best served cold".

George Rebane

MichaelA 1240pm - Skip, and any of the rest of us would go to 'the mat' and openly review the technical aspects of the design that was purported to by "wrong". Fortunately engineering is a field when two people proficient in an area can do this. And when the design review doesn't give a verdict, it will nevertheless expose the problem to be in the adopted( and always subjective)utility function, the assessment of uncertainties (probabilities), or the credibility of the (exogeneous) data sources.

Gregory describes the response correctly in the case the critic was off base. As long time professionals, we have all seen that cold dish served with exquisite precision, always starting a couple of levels down 'to bring the critic up to speed' on what he obviously overlooked or missed in his education. For the audience such sessions are almost always a joy to behold.

In mushy fields such resolutions are seldom possible, and politics (or shared DNA) rules the day.

Douglas Keachie


In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Our is but to do and die, and to never question Why?

The current state of the American populace, at least the bottom 90%, is best expressed here, in "Comfortably Numb." A condition brought on by decisions in board rooms and caucuses at the highest political levels of both parties.


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