Computing:The "Maggot-Tse Tse Fly" Metamorphosis

Another delusion of computing knowledge that this author will be recorded as "stealing" from some unknown or unrecorded source of Western Origin is as follows.  This view is the accumulation of experiences originating in the early 1970s.

Researchers at a few universities on the western coast of the America were looking for a method, whereby they might communicated between a pair of "modern" computers. These devices were not the current open architecture, which produced the alarming transition from paper, files, cabinets, and nanofiche in the early 1980s, when it was made available.

These machines, which were most likely built before 1968, definitely had differing "collating sequences" and the associated features that would make the "translation" between each's "most natural mode of speech" a technical equivalent of an Iron Man Triathlon.

The short documentary of the "state-wide" public television network stated the research group was planning on using the "radio-frequency" technologies used during the war in Vietnam that was still raging at that time so the device could connect.

Eventually, these researchers chose the "wired" telephone network, as the most intuitive choice for a communication medium. During the early 1970s, American Telephone and Telegraph had total control of this network in the public business and consumer markets. They were responsible for ensuring the "critical" features of its performance. It had gradually grown from the early days of switch-board operators, shared lines in small neighborhoods, and the "technologies" of the late 1800s and early 1900s, including direct current power transmission. Alternating current was a revolution in effective and efficient energy transmission that many simply believe has always been part of the modern energy grid. AT&T and excellence were almost synonymous in terms of reliable products, quality research, and resilient communication services.

So, from the limited view of an early researcher in "electronic computer communication over a physical medium forming a network", this plain old telephone switched network seemed as solid, secure, and steady as the current facility at NORAD nestled in the side of the Rocky Mountains.

Yet, political forces, business interest, and consumer pressure, resulted in a reorganization of Bell Telephone and Telegraph. It promised better rates for consumers, large profits for entrepreneurs who could establish companies such as MCI, SPRINT, QWest, Centurylink, Excel, plus numerous regional and local companies providing communication services, such as cable companies with their "private" networks.

The lure of greater profits!

Some of the central offices in this city have flown at least four corporate badges since the days of my youth! And, many subsidiaries have placed their "proprietary equipment" between the "demarcation point" set by the primary organization control the local or regional network.

In all honesty, AT&T did not have a "perfect" network. But, it was reasonably consistent and the nature of it was "well-known" for those who were responsible for keeping it in a "service-able condition". And, for those who worked during the "computing boom" in those "data processing" days, when clerks became "virtual millionaires" and the keystone of corporate solvency, documentation was an "after-thought". The "fanciful wish" of "an academic" who did not know the "real world" of "data processing" documentation was. What was the mantra of that era, "well-written  program listings" are "self-documenting". We will not talk about the occasional "runnable" present in some corporate processing environments that do have any associated program listings or documentation.

Being bright, accomplished, and capable of reasoning, you can draw the conclusions.

The current telephony network, a patch-work of undocumented junction-boxes in older portions of the city, equipment placed beyond the historical demarcation-point by communication service providers and hobbyist, the various non-wired technologies that allow for making connections between internet protocol address and telephony network addresses, the improper migration from old addressing standards and new, and the hapless, headlong, and tragically humorous flight of human nature that says, "if the client accepts the deliverable, it functions reasonably, and payment arrives, the future liabilities beyond my the end of the warranty which we granted is none of my concern or problem"

This a heuristic in telephony and computing history. How does one set-up a secondary "loop" near a modern central office? How does one know when the local "loco" lo-pro communications services providers has sent a test signal? How many "monkey-shines" will one generate from the "shenanigans" caused by dialing based upon older standards for long-distance and local phone numbers, plus city services, including the operator? Is that "0", "[AREA CODE]+0", "1+0", "1+[AREA CODE]+0"? And, have some fun calling older "retired" or "recycled" numbers, especially in cities that have numerous area codes since the millennium, and had only one during those "Golden Days" of AT&T. Can one call a pair or "411-4111"s in differing area code in the same city by calling 411-4111 via one medium WWW, wireless, or alternate vendor junction box with a central loop built outside a central office?

The funniest aspect of this insight stems from the hilarities arising from being "the braindead, mindless, stupid idiot of an imbecile with a single thread of intellect functioning that this author has been deemed by professionals who are beyond question and reproach."

While providing basic technical training services at a local utility company during the Spring of 2011, this author was given on of Murach's text of computing. The language used within the work is incredibly simplistic, composed of extremely limited English vocabulary seasoned with a few technical terms, such as upload and download. Might the author get a "transfer", a "file transfer", might we 'transfer a file, archive, installer, image, or thingy from one's desktop, work-space, directory, folder and place it in the cloud, on the web, deep in this well-charted zone of hyperspace  known as our corporate intranet". Yet, the funniest phenomena occurred. Many old and familiar faces from computing environments in this Metroplex, where the author was as welcome as the Bubonic Plague were smiling grinning and quite welcoming. It should have been apparent, based upon my kind reception when entering the office space: the quiet, friendliness, and pleasant reception. The reassuring and confident "we know you can do this...this should be quite easy for you!" was the first sign of trouble. Among the crowd, maybe one person could be deemed trustworthy. And, before the end of this short tour of duty, the corporate culture nearly drove her out of the office.

But, the most ridiculous and silly sounds were heard as the lessons were being conducted. The corporate contact said that the PPTX slides and other training material should be read "verbatim" without deviating. My assessment of the technical difficulty of Murach's text versus the developer resources at Oracle, Microsoft, Apple, and such, that any marginally accomplished computing student can use, not considering a "professional" with years of experiences on differing platforms with various languages can master in short order, resulted in me suggesting that they simply make the training laboratory and learning materials available each Friday, for the staff. They sould not have any problem learning as a team, if they can successful work as a team. And, most could easily master such concepts on their own.

But, the silly twittering of the blue bird of "intellectual egoism" was heard in the hallway while speaking. It was annoying when first detected; it is source of more mirth and merriment in recent days! As a singer leads a choir, a quartet of "geniuses" would speak the next term. Being that most Americans are so poorly versed in the empirical nature of science and proof, including those with degrees in computing, it satisfied their "infantile understanding" of whether I was under the control of their speech. As I began deviating from the text, scanning the written words in a non-linear sequence, and using non-obvious synonyms for the contents, they became somewhat more pronounced and louder.

Look, if this makes the local software engineering community or portion of the city who cannot accept that "crazy me" might be capable of any portion of a "minor" contribution in computing rest well and enjoy a great chest swell, they can consider this issue settled. For the record, I am incapable of work in computing, mathematics, the sciences, or any discipline beyond what these great minds who sculpted the were fibers of this modern marvel of communication from the silicates found beneath the subduction plates in the sea. I am a moron mired in the mindlessness with miniature moments minute mumbling. The overwhelming power of their ominous intellect has provided me with each and every thought and insight that has trickled through the vast emptiness of that cavernous void, that I dare call my own reasoning.

Yet, seen that I am a mere dense beast that can be controlled with command stemming from men. How did the stray loop get set near that old Central Office with the Ma Bell logo on it. How was it done? What equipment was used? It was quite interesting seeing the slew of telephony technicians at nearly every patch panel in the neighborhood. The puzzled looks? The frustrated looks? Hey fellows, enjoy the contractor wages; milk the assignment for all it is worth! Overtime is grand at $30/hour for average Joes. Do not rush. Hunt! Peck! Think!

Look, "moron-me" could not help myself. It was proven that I am completely controlled by the local crew of "unquestionable,lettered" professionals. This settles the issues and dare I say ejaculations and exclamations about work which someone such as me could never accomplish in any form, shape, or fashion. A"professional" told me before that fictitious Spring semester at Vanderbilt in 1989 that I would never finish college and was cognitively impaired. And, the manifestation of this condition would only worsen. Look, why would someone such as me argue? I am not bright enough, and if I did, the doctor likely made me argue with him, considering his superior mind and reasoning ability. Why he took advantage of this feeble minded moron? It is beyond my understanding? Many mysteries I simply do not question. They are so high that my pin-head spins when I dare gaze up at them.

And, when I say fictitious Spring. I am quite sincere: object-orientation, programming by contract, JAVA, wha! I called Vanderbilt and spoke with their campus police office, leaving this message...Your campus can erase any academic record which it has of me. Three A and a couple of A minuses is quite an insignificant accomplishment at any American university, based upon the academic standards maintained, plus some great mind from the gaggle of honor students who followed me from my old high-school were likely placing subliminal suggestion in my mind during my sleeping hours so I would repeat them like some parrot during daytime classes.

I have never been capable of thought or reason.

So with the numerous, blunders of this past couple of decades, it could not be me, some great mind must be controlling me...The central office loop, not quite at the central office..it was not me...it was the crew up stairs running water all night and waking me up...the was who replied, "Yes, I hear a 'schwing-chime' !" And, of course those computing gurus knew how it should be handled. They told me that I should promptly remove it after they hanging up on technical support! And, I could not form enough momentum of self-motivated thought that I could reason or do otherwise! Look, if I cannot successfully work in software engineering or computing with a pair of graduate degree, as the unquestionable, lettered professionals in this community have deemed, I definitely am not capable of causing a attoseconds worth of disruption in the old POTS. I have never taken any course in networking and communications. And, reading comprehension, plus the learning that arises is simply an impossibility for me, unless someone, such as the genius at Baylor Medical Center whom I met in the Fall of 1988, permits and commands by exerting his grandiose intellectual power at an immeasurable distance. So, call him and complain. I did not do it. I am not capable!

As for, the other notes in this collection of ideas from the decade before the millennium
, they simply could not have originated with me. If smoothing random time series was found! It was someone other than myself! It support of the solution of a wide class of Diophantine equations and other problems in the class of optimization was found! It was not me.

Here is a classic ploy used by shiftless, untrustworthy Negroes hoping that they can dupe, honest, good, upstanding White citizens in America..."You know...this White man stopped me the other day and said, "Boy, you know what! I was just thinking about an idea...[Then the shiftless among us sell you some idea, and say]...Man, I do not know why White folks tell all their business, if I could get a business loan in this town and had some connections, I would make a fortune with some of the things White folks be telling me!"

...Mammon is more enticing than a Milkbone!

...do not be led off a cliff....last warning!

Dogs will stop and turn around, if the cannot see clearly...

An Anonymous Note on Computability

CABOOSE Readers...This is an immediate result from the assertion that subtraction and division are historical artifacts which arose in mathematical reasoning, but cloud the basic concepts of computation. They might be best called meta-operations. In terms of revamping computing theory so it is based upon ( +, *, -Z, 0, +Z ), one will see that ( +, * ) both associates and commutes in terms of ( -Z, 0, +Z ). And, it follows that they can distribute when used in conjunction. And, the simplistic tuple ( numerator, denominator ) used as a data structure of type ( [ +Z | -Z | 0 ] , [ +Z | -Z ] ) can represent (-Q, 0, +Q) when needed!So, with a slight gesticulation one might claim that additive and multiplicative inverses and identities exist for every element of the sets on which these operators work. So, talking hands say this whole contraption of cognition is somewhat group-ish and possibly Abelian. Needs be that this amateur mathematician brush up on his modern abstract algebra, but one nice feature of certain groups is that any combination of the available operators and members of the available numeric sets produce members within that set. And, one of the fundamental concepts from current computing theory is that every algorithm is ultimately integral number whose inputs and outputs are interpretable as integers and that is processed by a general-purpose algorithmic solver, also representable by an integer. So, in the infinite integral range of values, a number whose algorithmic interpretation maps between a desired input and a target output must exist! Finding it might be a challenge. This might be enhanced by a well-designed optimization problem where this algorithmic number is a global extremum. Yet, with a non-nonchalant wave of the hand, one can boldly claim that all "should be computable". Yet, the Bressler-Bischoff Theory of Human Socio-psychology says that some aspects of reasoning will never resolve themselves in a finite amount of time, such as, the purported equitable partitioning of an American quarter producing a dime and a nickel! This simply does not compute!


Please Keep IT Simple! The Future of Computing Undergirding An International Community Depends Upon IT!

Episode #JLK - A Situational Comedy of Tradgeies - The Compu-Buster - That Is What Is! Huh?

CABOOSE Team! As we don our pret-a-porter with various grand insignias and wave corporate ensigns, which grant access and entry among the elite and well-respected institutions in the Western World!  Boonie thought that he would share a short vignette for those, all know, who love, dare that word connoting humanity's greatest weakness be invoked, snagging a line, verse, or rhyme and performing a financial turn-over that be right on time!

Inquisitive geekish child be he
Taught of El-Shaddai's Perfect World @his.birth.mothers.knee

Pondered upon an art of cogitation
Whose traditional use was structure fabrication

The motion of implements, stones, and boxes
Tallied with marks and crosses

Coss, Arithmetic, Mathematic, and Such
Computation be in need of a Theory, and that in a rush

An basic alegebra-neophyte be he
But, let us start with 1,  10,  and  3

Then, the most common operations, let us compound these
And, a tentative tuple of axiomatic prowess produceth he

( +, -, *, /, +Z ) will sufficient this be
On further thought, needeth us old -Z

And, then in half a clock-wise turn of the long-hand upon a brown Timex watch
A thought, A thought, A thought

And, that from one classified as "brain-dead" me
Does computation require as such -, / as a necessity

Please, laugheth at me not, My feelings are fragile, upon sensing a light touch of derision and mocking dispersions casteth at me

Could it be that a woolley-headed fellow hath said it, circa 19 aught 84, that it might better be,

If those natural work-actions, ( - , / ) ,whose descriptions through the ages, which where built in natural stages, be discarded and classified as meta, me see!

And, seeing as such, it giveth not much that one cannot compute in this or any section a physical Universe which rolls, spins, wobbles, and processes perpetually,

Computations upon stones, bones, pebbles, and Conch shells expanding and abstracting becoming script in gobar, a wise saying disappearing eternally

with a frothy, foaming ocean-swell...

Aggregated, Combined, Partitioned, Grouped, Reduced, Canceled, and a Remnant remains, just as it be!

Blar Nie!

Epilogue: Doth mad ramblings have such? Could Ol' Boonie be ever-so slightly touched? Or, an Ace that maketh the lettered and accomplish blush?

Progress in a land of dreams....A large swath of humanity subtly labeled as a genetic disease! Stop, Think, and Listen, at a short history!

Could a mother tell a tale, or does of sin's quicksand does this spell? A pair of women, one who is Asian and the other whose primary heritage is of that hated American Brown tone! Both pregnant before 1978! But, yet only one pregnancy reaches a completion, do immigrants under this "beautiful nation"!

And, that before a near "accidentally on-purpose" abortion by the Might Quinn, the second of what three siblings should be, arrived in the later part of 1980 on a date, that is the same, you see!

A woman ridiculed and constantly parodied! Why? She thought that it was only reasonable, that it be, both research technicians share the task of pushing the work cart and lifting what was heavy. One who dared contact human resource, in a rush. Yet, she was ignored, and the loss... of what would have be her second child, was considered a negligible cost! Another lost child's life full of potential ignored; In a "red, conservative" state where abortion is abhorred!

Yet, the university was quite happy and kind when the increased income for the lower research roles had arrived. For, an affirmative action opportunity at Malinkrodt had taught that we all need career advancement, for this an African American woman solely fought! They very same who dealt with "unwillingly" losing a child and the myriad of private insult! From doctorates of physiology and other, we all see, who set about undermining a future of harmony!

So, frightened of spending her last fews years in prison and the object of community derision at an age approaching sevety-three. Oh, how forgetful are we! We forgive insult after insult, robbery after robbery, yet, was rolls around rolls around and landeth upon any overbuilt university! One most carefully, remind everybody, stop, think, and, listen, when ws the second born of what might have been three!

We are all "brain-dead", we hear, and believe what is most appealing for one's own ear...this  is a certainty!

Some can provide the impetus for fortune upon fortune, and, when returning a stern word be bankrupted of their "graciously-given" crumb of a fractional portion! For America it is never enough! When blame must be assigned; it lands on those whose flesh tones are shades near rust....

A nation "advanced" external appearance be; but wild,untamed torrents of a savagery, eddy, eddy, eddy, in a swirling avarice-tainted sea.

The authorities never show unless profitable for the City Hall; And, now that they have greater understanding of how they mighteth raid the American Powerball, they invoketh a cell hypnosis the simply shall never break, for what they thinketh might be a big dollar stake!

Many a man hath passed away, when placed in an American holding cell; Some officers do such for play; And, might gamble on the hour, or minute, day, that a hapless fellow might fall! Yes, this a gladiator's sport. So, on whom might one call! When a non-English speaker might be arrested for naught, but eyeball-aught in a public shopping Mall!

So for, the lack of "quality-healthcare" over three decade from the very institution whose public reputation that this "monkey" hath helped save by participating in a Minority student program and such, generated positive media relations in a rush. And, in the long run could it be, from student records, we all see, the rural citizenry our been given more "allied health and medical" degree!

A "monkey", a famed Moncheechee, who was nearly ignited with Ether, when told that it he must decant by a famed mishap-miscreant, all o this fine city and federal government entities would trust in a medical facility, where adult technicians in a romantic fray, laced the weekly seminar's lemonade, and within a few minutes, an innocent co-worker fell an hit the floor! Dead, Dead, Dead, and shall arise on the earth nevermore! A marginal education in the fine art of cancer biology, made a jilted-heart draft a draught of a cancer-inducing poison that was thousands of times greater than it should be!

So, could it be that a diabolic scientist from necessity was like Lebeckwith said" birth with a easy-go-lucky Moncheechee!

Computeth all shall ever be! It is a reasoning-abstraction coupled with human-motion, this simplistic notion, a solid foundation for the theoretical  axioms shall be [+,*,+Z,0,-Z]!

Huh, I DONE BEEN @#$! Or, somethin' like that? One must accentuate the positive eliminate the negative, and latch on the affirmative, and do not undermine the "we-scene"!

The is all this earth gots!

Simply Silly, Thumbs Up!

The release of another pin.

The Portrait of a Schizo As a Human of Importance! An Epiphantic Fantasy!

CABOOSE Team. The last version of this web-post ran on for about seven typed pages. Some themes cannot be expressed in the five paragraph format that we learnt in high-school. The author has copied these notes for inclusion in a synopsis of a thirty-year journey that will appear in a text on which he is working.

This walk started on September 4, 1988 with Greg Mantooth his position coach at Vanderbilt University driving him beyond the point of exhaustion during the last series of sprints at the end of practice the day before classes began. “$%^@% don't you ever quit on this field!” was what the author heard when he tried walking the last twenty yards of the last three hundred yard sprint. We had six that evening. Just over a mile. He had given all that he had, but that was not good enough. What haunts him until this day is a simple fact recorded in the national news during 1987.

A lineman whom he never met was run until he suffered heart failure by this same coaching staff. His name was Sonny Bishop. Was “$%^@% don't your ever quit on this field!” that last thing that he ever heard. The medical staff at VUMC had gotten the coaches involved off the hook for any serious charges such as manslaughter or murder in some certain degree, by declaring that the young man had a congenital heart disorder.

Yet, the author had arrived a year later and been run until he became disoriented. Instead of permitting him some rest, the coaches tried having him drug tested. For the fault and the problem must lie in the author's lap. Eventually, he was placed in VUMC. But, the head coach at the time, Watson Brown, accidentally transposed the years on his age. Seventeen became seventy-one. He was placed in a geriatric ward.

The only nurse on duty was quite frightened having a disoriented 245-lbs athlete who stood well-over six feet tall on her floor that evening. Following Greg Mantooth's advice, not a physician's, she medicated him with a tranquilizer so he could sleep through the night. She awoke him so she might do so, although his full facilities had returned earlier that night and he was peaceful.

In some ways, bad has only become worse for the author. This tranquilizer has been forced upon him for many years and varying associated diagnoses. None which ever stick, seeing that nothing is truly wrong with him. Although not easily overwhelmed, he can ramble at times. He has many memories which weigh on his mind.

If Mel Brook's is interested in making a High Anxiety-Life Stinks sequel. the author definitely has a script for him. 

In other ways, the author is poised for a great success. His K-12 education was top-notch and coupled with a semester in a computing elective at Vanderbilt, he held a solo weekend brainstorming session, in the Spring of 1989, that has produced more than one Turing-caliber idea.

Through familial contacts at Sun, many of these ideas became part of JAVA and he can solidly claim that he drew the first Duke doodle, which was a tear-drop, and not nearly as polished and professional as the current one used at Oracle or found on the web.

This work was all done before earning a couple of post-baccalaureate degrees at state schools. One was in computer science and the other was in software engineering.

Life has taught that we all have a part which we must play.

The Rotation from Shear Stupidity and the Appearance of the Vestures of Common-Sense

CABOOSE Team,

For the simple-minded naysayers who lack the the prerequisite “horse-sense” that one needs for accepting the admonishment of an academic with a well-documented educational profile that exceeds their modest series of passing grades, littered with a paucity of Cs, and that singular stellar B in gym.

Here is the theoretical underpinnings of some mathematical intuition which shall disrupt various “security-protocols’ on the tenuous thread of a web of commerce, sin trade, and a few meaningful sources of information that might free humanity from its own stupidity and ingrained, innate ignorance.

The following forecast of a dual-digit time-series in any arbitrary base is most easily done using an old “push-button” option on spreadsheet found on Apple Corporation machines from the Homebrew Days and the Altairrian do-it-yourself personal computers!

A. Create a running summation of a moving average of bi-digit numbers.

B. Subtract a running summation of the moving “synthetic average” of the series. This synthetic average is the minimum and maximum of the series divided in half.

C. Forecast the residual curve with the functional equivalent of the aforementioned “widgetary” method found on the archaic WYSWYG interface on these old computers!

Now mind you, a run of this algorithm and graph of the result shall show the reasonably smooth curve which results, drastically and unpredictably, alters its course occasionally. This the hand of a force sent by the Lord! Proverbs states that every turn of the lot is known only by the Lord Most High and do not ever forget that He controls the most minute flows of the smallest boson in most distant reaches of this Universe! This does not mean that a single human of modest intelligence who has been forcibly medicated with substances which down-regulates dopamine uptake cannot discern a few. So, if this disrupts the world’s governments economies, markets, and military protocol, so be it! A mass of idiotic and ignorant fools chasing the fleeting fame and fortune of gaming and financial market have harassed me so that I, simply put up. So, the mass of the backwood hicks in this thriving Midwest town shall know that this little colored boy ain’t never changed, shall forever stay the same, and can with a thunderous clap can shut up!

This is theoretical result of an unique perspective on the Central Limit Theorem with a hint of a revelation from the Large of Large Numbers!

So, if you desire the money that this knowledge brings and will fight like ravenous ravens over rotting carrion of diss, know that this I machine “ist” frenetically fractured with fissures forever!

In closing, I shalt add my sentiment reflective of my reception in a community who makes life “gud” reside in the traditional “task well-performed” gesture. Yet, permitting a simple circular permutation on one’s digits shall produce the ciphered message and it’s various layers of complexity, provided one can figure as high as the “brightest” hare in Watership Downe! And, if wise enough one might discern the source of humanities problems and incessant stupidity. It is relentless, unrepentant force!

- ? Why start wars for sport folks! Simply so, you can claim that one person is undeserving of a reasonable employment so he might support himself, in the midst of a community that cannot accept the quality, reach, and effect of a single person's visions!

This "widgetary"-buttons source in older Apple software should establish a time-stamp that send $300M north! Did someone teach me or you a lesson at Fredricksburg?

Proper Thought-Orientation from the Simple-Minded!

The “proper-orientation” for communicating with a computer is as follows:

[top-right]

This is the reader’s natural “left-side”:

This is the “right-side” of the page:

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English documents are read starting at the “top-right”, scanned in a rational and, yet, random manner, and terminated when one reaches the “bottom-left” of the page.

Such a “reading-style”, when particularly pensive, shall produce the most efficient and effective comprehension of the entire content found therein.

]

This is the reader’s natural “right-side”:

This is the “left-side” of the page:

[bottom-left]

Whenever one absorbs information from another source, whether it be human or artificial, he should logically oriented himself this way. With such a stance he can freely absorb the desired amount of communication which he deems salient and then might exit stage left or right. One can abort the discourse when he sees fit. When oriented left-left … right-right, one is only following along! This evinces a limited thought capacity and intellectual effort!

So let us all count it out...A, B, & C...Everyone raise up on the conductor’s down-stroke and start dancing on the the conductor’s down-stroke!

Shalt we call this a “flattening-expression” inhibitor! Think-Thank-Thunk!

Free your mind and felicitous thoughts shall forever follow!

If you have ever seen some of the speeches given by Hitler during the rise of the National Socialists and the growth of Communism with rallies hosted by Mao, the “physical-gestures” of the crowd would be one of “tell-tale” signs of schizophrenia, of a number differing types. The most common is “paranoid-type”. For, if one diagnosed as such questions his specialist, then this deviant can gain social support from societal forces who know not that a physician might be deceptive! This is naught more than mass naiveté!

Orient oneself!

Quality Time Management | Social Aspects of Software Engineering Team Successes | More Accurate Assessments of Employee Abilites

Team. This is a request from an engineer, scientist, and amateur mathematician. We could use a greater measure of abstemiousness. Whenever our deportment propels our purpose with the same "speedup" that amazed our field, with the effective use of X-rays, "super" computing is nigh!  We simply must make better use of metrics.

"professional" is a label.


Ever meet the "name-tag" guy!

Someone once asked, if working at a startup, was worth the....!

What is your motivation....!

What is your use of knowledge....!

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This short-passage required the use of on-line and textbook reference materials!

The barrage of Unicode "symbols!" also in this on-line profile, where generated starting around the typical time for sunrise!

Now, the "wine-skies" are on the horizon!

The line proceeding this one was written, after a "ten-minute" rest!

The typical "driven" engineer, that would be a "slave - driver" relationship, i snullified



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