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Stories. All are from life. Some have been adapted or adjusted a bit.

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Ars Nova

Oh, to have been in Boulder last weekend….

Yes, Drill Sergeant!

My memories of the cycle were that it wasn’t so much difficult as relentless; the pressure never let up, though the emphasis changed from week to week. It helped a lot that I was reasonably fit, and accustomed to long hikes. It didn’t help that I was only barely competent with a rifle. It was clear to us that, at least from SFC Charley Tucker, the pettiness and meanness were part of the course work, not part of the personality.

The TechNomad

Steven K. Roberts is a person I might have been. We even look kind of alike. He grew up a nomad; I grew up a bureaucrat….

Tom & Becky, without Suzanne

Tom called home.  “Suzanne, I’m running late; stopped to have dinner with Becky and we’re waiting for the bill.”  Suzanne apparently didn’t take this well.  Becky borrowed the phone, and started to explain:  “Hi, Suzanne….”  Suzanne hung up on her.

Tungsten

Turns out I don’t think the laptop makes a satisfactory PDA, despite its obvious advantages and excellent form factor, so I bought a Palm Tungsten E the other day and have been whipping it into shape.  It’s a pretty slick device.

Bill Hurd: fifty yards, real fast

Occasionally something remarkable would happen.  I once saw Notre Dame freshman Bill Hurd win a fifty yard dash final, against excellent college competition, by several yards.  Think about that.  Absolutely amazing.

Memories of Suite Judy Blue Eyes

Bought a copy of the original CS&N album from iTunes yesterday, and am listening at work.  Suddenly it’s 1970, and I’m back at Fort HuachucaAmazing.

A Short History of the Action Team

There were some changes. Robbyn was quite emphatic that the niche specialties had to go, and that teams would be assigned to work most projects. Management, meantime, had cut back our authority: We were downgraded from division to section, we were explicitly enjoined to work through management on all projects, and we were required to secure approvals for tasks we’d formerly done on our own authority. While these changes partly reflected the reality of an inexperienced analyst staff, it was also clear that the new managers wanted more control of the decision-making process.

Margaret remembers that for me

Anne’s encore was David Roth’s Manuel Garcia, a song about cancer, and families, and love, and support. I really needed that; thanks, Anne.

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