Analogy Anthology

•February 23, 2010 • Leave a Comment

This blog originated as a way for me to explore my artistic process, but it’s been generally fluid and has become a dumping grounds for anything on my mind.

The other night I as I was sitting in some business class, my mind wandered (gee I wonder why), and I began to think of what I perceive is an ironic perspective about the relationship of government and business. And I’d like to expand on this for the next few posts, which will hopefully be less sparse.

The jist of the problem as I see it is that business purports to be concerned with ROI- return on investment, lowering costs (everything that it takes to run the business including inventory, through-put(sales, demand supplied), and operating expenses). They (conservatives, simplified thinkers, etc) assume one: that the government somehow by nature can not be concerned with these same aspects, and two: that private businesses are by nature better at producing a higher ROI aka they are more efficient. This is the argument behind a reduction in government run programs, and avoiding a government run healthcare program.

I hope to create analogies from the business world to show that if we treat the government like a business and not like a parent or a piggy bank we could have everything we ever dreamed of.

So here’s my general outline for then next few posts (mostly so I don’t forget):
Incentives: A department to whole relationship
R&D: A cost center, but also a profit center
Under-performing Assets: What to cut loose


Killing queers is a protected right . . . or it aughtta be

•October 22, 2009 • Leave a Comment

A quote from ERLC against legislation that would include perceived sexual orientation, or transgenderedness under hate crimes protections.

The Southern Baptist Ethics & Religious Liberty Commission (ERLC) and others oppose efforts to expand hate-crimes protections based not only on their inclusion of categories defined by sexual behavior or identity but also because of concerns about the potential impact on religious freedom.

This is outrageous! We must protect the religious freedom to condone the assault and murder of homosexuals in church teachings. Hell we had to limit our lynching blacks talk to KKK meetings, and that’s a 1st amendment tragedy.

Please write to your liberal congressmen and tell them you want to kill queers, be sure to give them your name, address, phone number, church name and a good physical description of yourself.

10 things I love about Boo

•October 22, 2009 • 1 Comment

Yesterday was my wife’s and my 10th together anniversary and 7th wedding anniversary. So in honor of this occasion I present in no particular order . . .

10 things I love about my wife, 7 of which are true:
She enjoys going to my flag football games even when she’s tired
She listens to me when I’m pontificating
She pretends to listen to me when I’m pontificating
Uh, Boobs
She’s smart enough to not be satisfied with mediocrity (enough thought that’s resulted in a 10 bachelor’s degree)
She’s proud of me, even when I do silly things
She’s an emotional anchor when I feel like a loser
She respects my awesome intellect
She laughs at my incredible wit
She puts up with my unmatched ego

Your Mom has gone too far . . .

•September 3, 2009 • 1 Comment

It’s border line, this compulsion I have to make fun of the “your mom” response, by appropriating it, may have gone too far.

Stan: Judas from Jesus Christ Superstar was in “The Color Purple”

Me: Your mom was in “The Color Purple”

I may need help . . .

Also I told Jesse he’s so gay it should be a sin. What is wrong with me?

Love This!

•September 3, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Circle Drive

See more here, like the Escher-like staircase sculpture. Its one of the few post that’s in English not German.

I’m Convinced My Roommate Suffers from Brain Damage

•September 3, 2009 • Leave a Comment

And furthermore that it stems from Anorexia Nervosa.

She’s displays the classic symptoms of this disorder (specifically overly concerned with body image, excessive exercising, making food for others and not eating it) which can cause brain damage as well as a host of other delightful impairments (liver failure, coma, arthritis, kidney disease and failure).

I say this because, first of all she doesn’t believe in evolution, but teaches children about dinosaurs. And a few minutes ago I after taking out the trash, I came inside to see her attempting to replace the trash bag with a recycling bag. Our city has a specific color assigned to recyclables that you buy from the city. By itself that might not be so weird, but I asked her why she was getting a new bag when there was an empty bag in a container labeled “recycle” next to the bag-less trash can. And she said oh, this isn’t for the trash? No. (which she knows already, this isn’t new information) she also happened to have a plastic bottle she was trying to recycle, which she then indicates and says this is recyclable though right? Uhhmm. Yeah.

Was this a misunderstanding? I’m confused. There was clearly a receptacle for recyclables and it was empty (as in the opposite of full) and she’s never seen any color but a black bag in the trash can. And she’s lived here a least half a year.

Therefore the only answer is permanent irreparable brain damage. And/Or I just hate her, and want her to pay me rent and live elsewhere.

Oh, and she doesn’t understand why the government won’t give her government scholarships for school when she’s defaulted on a government loan. Despite the fact that it clearly states this on every financial aid website, that those are just the rules. I wouldn’t give money for free to someone who refuses to pay the money they borrowed, and I am the government. “But I’m not asking for a loan . . .” . . .hate. . .

Professors, oh how they profess!

•September 1, 2009 • Leave a Comment

But I digress I confess, lets progress . . .
One day I hope to be a PhD. so I can be as pompous. I’ve heard a couple of ideas for what PhD stands for other than Philosophical Doctorate, such as Permanent head Damage, and the like. I’d have to say in terms of describing the post-doctorate attitude, it is more likely Projected Historical Demeanor. That is to say if you were an unforgivable ass before your dissertation, you are more so.
I’ve already made a wonderful impression on one of the faculty in the School of Management. As a pseudonym I will refer to him as Dr. Docker. In the initial meet and greet this is how our first impression commenced:

Dr. Docker: (I walked into the middle of the conversation): Blah, blah blah The G.I. Bill put me through undergrad, and they held off my deployment so I could finish my MBA, half of which I took my senior year. As soon as I graduated they sent me off to the Vietnam War. I was assigned in Hong Kong as the commander of an re-engineering mission and my ship never the dock. But I got my Commander-at-Sea pin. (seems to me to be joking, in fact he’s VERY proud of his pin).
Me: I guess they don’t have a Commander-At-Dock pin.
Dr. Docker: Ahem. (back to him) My son-in-laws both have their doctorates, but they don’t have their Commander-at-Sea Pin, and they won’t have their chance to get it now. Blah, blah, blah

Me: (sneaking away)

Wow. So luckily he’s an elective instructor, so I never have to take his classes, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t have a chance to reap revenge for my disrespect.

The next day he presented a mini-lecture to our class about team work and presentations. The first presentation team that went he ripped a new one (unfairly so). He said something to the effect of, “Your teammates look bored, if you can’t keep them interested how are you going to keep your audience interested.” Ummm, he designed the content of the presentation, and that was the least interesting part. Oh not to mention that half the class was asleep by the end of his lecture.
But his sweet revenge was collected the next day during a team tower building exercise. The point was to build the highest tower, with the builder blind folded using only their non-dominant hand and only one seeing person communicating with the builder. I was the builder, and we blew everyone else’s tower away. At the last few seconds I put the final blocks on, and was oh so slowly taking my hand away (so I wouldn’t knock over anything) , clearly outstretched to indicate I was not holding anything. He claimed to have said stop prior to the placement of the last few blocks, and subsequently removed them, making our tower shorter, and below our stated goal therefore disqualifying us.

I’m no sore loser, and I can do without a prize of candy or a coffee mug, and I was happy to congratulate the winners. But this guy clearly enjoys taking something from others, whether or not it is important to them. Maybe his sons don’t give a damn about the pin, but he sure as heck makes it an issue. I was a little worried that most of my professors would in some way like him.
There is no shortage of pompasity(?) but for the most part little meanspiritedness, just ‘I’m right and you’re wrong’.
I have noticed specifically at UTD, you are expected to teach yourself the material.
Generally that’s true for all my classes, but my instructors are open to question. However one class in particular irks me, I wouldn’t mind so much if the material are evaluated on was a least referred to in class, but as it is, it seems like we are a captive audience to an unhelpful powerpoint presentation (that was already posted online). We don’t discuss the material Socratically, if we ask a question we aren’t given a helpful answer, or even one that makes you think.
I understand that Professors are supposed to profess, but lets talk about the subject they are pedigreed for.