My college classmate Jim Stodder is one of four authors of "Better Thinking, Better Results", a new book about applying Japanese "Lean" principles to an organization.
The book is a study of what The Wiremold Company (a producer of electrical wiring assemblies) did over ten years to achieve its transformation.
Jim writes
Our book introduces a corporate culture in which everyone has a direct stake in the elimination of ALL forms of waste, at every level of the hierarchy Everyone is forced to rethink their own and everyone else's most basic work habits.
Sounds great, don't you think?
One of the trends that we have identified in the java pattens study group is the java developers moving toward serving as business consultants in one way or another. I'm sure it will be interesting to see what happens when "Lean" meets "Agile".
A couple of weeks ago an article ran in the New Yorker that was both heartwarming and deeply disturbing. It described the efforts of a New York prosthetic limb manufacturer to bring children from Sierre Leone to New York City, where they would be fitted with new prosthetic arms. The reason it was disturbing? Rebels in Sierre Leone have developed a culture of amputation, where they find civilians, no matter the age, and then hack off their arms. They even have a slang for it, asking if the victim wants her arm hacked off "short sleeve", i.e. above the elbow, or "long sleeve," leaving the elbow.
But it could be much worse. It could be like Iraq today.
Tomorrow's New York Times has a disturbing story, too. How many People has Hussein killed? [NY Times] by John F. Burns
So much of the anti-war rhetoric about war with Iraq has focussed on the possibility of death to innocents in Iraq. But what about asking the question the other way. What to do about Saddam Hussein? Is it really moral for a nation to do nothing, when it can bring an end to Saddam Hussein's evil reign? Doesn't he forfeit rights to be a sovereign nation by his sadistic inhumanity?
I had never realized it, but in the 2nd Century BC, the Egyptians were buried with their crocodiles.
I was intrigued, because there are some civilizations that left no written records, but over two millennia ago, the Egyptians left the Tubtunis Papyri,
That's how the morning started, looking at papyrus photos. Later in the day, we drove up to the Ronald Reagan Museum, where lots of scribblings on modern-day papyri can be found, all signed by Reagan. The letters, marked as declassified, have not yet been mummified in whatever the modern-day equivalent of crocodiles might be.
In addition, there is the characteristic display of gifts to the president usually found in presidential libraries. I was drawn to photograph the ballistic stone fired by the Romans in the first century at the (72CE) siege of Masada. It was an obvious symbol of the reason the Israeli-Palestinian conflict does not admit of an easy solution anytime soon.
Masada was a citadel fashioned by King Herod in the event he needed to abdicate. However, it later became a Jewish stronghold and according to myth, the defenders of Masada took their own lives, en masse, when it became clear that the Romans would re-take the citadel. Today, Masada is an important national park, and a national symbol of freedom. I have read on the web that IDF Armoured Unit recruits swear an oath of allegiance on the Masada summit, saying "Masada will never fall again", but I do not know if it is actually true.
The ballistic stone is about the size of a baseball. It is quite round, for a stone, and one wonders why.
This weekend's peace march in Washington, D.C. hasn't been getting too much publicity on the West Coast. People are riding busses from as far north as Vermont.
Only one month to Valentine's Day, and UC Berkeley is not showing the love. An article in today's NY Times reports censorship of fundraising activity for moving the Emma Goldman archives. Who is making these decisions?
Be sure not to miss this gift catalog of "emmarabilia" for your right-thinking Valentine.
Oh no! The film fanatic known as überchick has changed her site design and says she's thinking of changing it again. Get back to the city!
First the book didn't exist. Then it couldn't be found. But then it shipped early, the very next day! When I went to the Post Office to pick it up, they couldn't find the package, and offered to give me a phone call when they did locate it.
I went home and began playing Rip Van Winkle right away. Sure enough, 30 years later my mail carrier from the Post Office called (I recognized his voice), waking me up. My take-a-nap ruse had worked. My missing package had been located.
I had just 12 minutes to pick it up before they closed for the weekend.
I opened the package as I walked and read happily all the way home, laughing in the sunshine at the ancient wisdom found in a book most programmers have never heard of, complete with a wonderful and wise forward by the great Chinese computer scientist C.P. Yu: The Zen of Programming [buy at amazon] by the master programmer Geoffrey James, also author of the more substantial yet no less wise The Tao of Programming buy at amazon.com.
Read my lips: No New BookBuying. Of course, this lack of new books doesn't mean a lack of good reading, does it? Quite the contrary. From the bookshelf I grabbed a copy of Robert Hughes "The Shock of The New, the hundred-year history of modern art -- its rise, its dazzling achievement, its fall." Odd to say, the book has been there for several years...
Here is how it begins:
The culture of the twentieth century is littered with Utopian Schemes. That none of them succeeded, we take for granted; in fact, we have got so used to accepting the failure of Utopia that we find it hard to understand our cultural grandparents, many of whom believed, with the utmost passion, that its historical destiny was to succeed.
A great beginning, a promise well borne out in his comments on the architecture of Manhattan, much in the news these days, and the school of Gropius, Van der Rohe, Le Corbusier, and others.
Trouble in Utopia? I was intrigued, because about 6 years ago a friend of mine wrote this fascinating spin on "tune in, drop out" (the word "spin" is actually in the URL) and disappeared into the woods... the sharing woods where he became, according to the local press clippings linked on his website, a technical writer for Microsoft.
It seems quite Utopian to me and, a cultural grandparent might say, destined for success although certainly not ultimate success. In light of the Robert Hughes quote above it perhaps comes as no surprise that to you, I highly recommend The Shock of the New [buy at amazon] . by Robert Hughes.
So, I'm sitting around this evening, checking through the quarterly book sales on this website. And here is a discovery: William Kotzwinkle has written a bunch of children's books, and one of them is "Walter, the Farting Dog."
Sometimes we make New Years' Resolutions, and then we are sorry we did so. This is clearly one of those cases: my annual resolution is, as usual, to finish all the books I'm reading before buying any more. It has lasted longer this year than ever before. It is just causing me pain and sadness, because there is no question, none at all, that I would trundle over and grab a copy of Walter, the Farting Dog [buy at amazon] .
Finally, a book that can give Everyone Poops by Taro Gomi a run for the money, if you'll forgive the expression.
In case you're wondering, you can buy a whoopee cushion on amazon.com too, and here's a thought: you can buy a used one. Woof! pools=XML, Blog, Ruby
"Storm" by George R. Stewart is the story of a Pacific Storm from the time it is born until it hits California. I've seen a lot of these storms and I remember them fondly. This book, first published in 1941, is a classic. I first read it in 1973 and remember my surprise at reading such a good book on an everyday topic. When I began to read it aloud to my son this year (2003) a few more surprises turned up...
Did they have fax machines? (no). Did they have computers? No. The junior meteoroligist drew the maps by hand? Yes.
The book has 12 chapters, one for each day of the storm's life. The storm, nicknamed "Maria" by the aforementioned junior meteorologist, ends a drought in California. I certainly hope the same thing happens this year. While you're waiting, pick up a copy of Storm, by George R. Stewart. It's long out of print: you'll have to get a used copy. A bit of advice? When it arrives, make sure you hang onto it! pools=XML, Blog, Ruby
The high winds continue for the third straight day, knocking down palm fronds right and left. Yesterday evening I finished reading a short story by Daniel Pinkwater. My 10-year-old son really wanted me to read it; he said it was short.
That puts me in the opposite camp of those who read the other 4 novels, but not this LONG one, in Daniel Pinkwater 5 [buy at amazon]. Go ahead, enjoy yourself. See what went on at Bat Masterson Junior High (obviously -- at least to parents -- not its real name) and environs, including alternate planes of existence. The novel is set both before and after the narrator met Alan Mendelsohn, Boy From Mars. Just another ordinary kid like you and me.
As attendees of Junior High, now called 'middle school' we think that maybe this novel could well be autobiographical: still valid nonetheless, and ideally well-suited to the intelligent 10-to-12-year old. pools=XML, Blog, Ruby
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