You know it’s coming. And, you better be ready…
You’ve convinced the (potential) client [hereinafter, PC] that you have the ‘stuff”- you can solve their problem. And, then, the PC asks how much this is really going to cost…
You know it’s coming. And, you better be ready…
You’ve convinced the (potential) client [hereinafter, PC] that you have the ‘stuff”- you can solve their problem. And, then, the PC asks how much this is really going to cost…
One of my favorite programs on TV is “Monday Mornings”. The cast, the creator, the concept. Because we have always done a post-mortem (I think the military jargon is after-action review) on each project and campaign we have run. We need to know what worked, what didn’t, what we learned, and what we still need to find out.
Continue reading The Operation Was A Success; The Patient Died
So, I told you that I attended my son’s graduation from the University of Michigan. (Of course, I did. Wild horses, a hurricane, or even a tornado would not have kept me from it.) And, I had the opportunity to hear one of the best graduation speeches ever. (I’m not inexperienced in this matter; a rough count is that I have heard- nay, endured- some 45 or so of these colloquys.)
I have mixed emotions about these massive open online classes. The homonym MOOK (yes, they are really called MOOC’s) comes to mind. But, then I recall the first biology and microbiology courses I took. At one school, where the total enrollment (including night school) was under 4000 in all degree programs, there were 300 kids in this class. In another institution, where the enrollment was about the same (but more prestigious, and no part time students), and there were 250 in the other.
I have been ranting about the claims that talking on the phone while driving is dangerous- but talking to your fellow passengers is not. That is such malarkey- since these actions all involve the same parts of our brain. Now, texting while driving- that is very different. Because the driver is NOT looking at the road, but at his/her cell phone…
If only we would make tough choices. The system – at least for the past years- is arranged to punt decisions down the line. Where the choices are the same, anyway- just more expensive.
Not my normal sort of blog. Actually, the kind you would kind on Sequioa Seniors. (This blog no longer exists…) But, I’m writing about it because it involves economics and regulations. And, it’s the future that we did not want to see- for anyone.
OK. It’s rant time. But, no, I have not lost power again- yet. Although, I must admit, having bought my house some 25 years ago, I have had the “opportunity” to experience a blackout- longer and more pervasive than the one that hit the Northeast when I was a young lad- enough times that I find it amazing that we consider ourselves to live in the “First World”.
We’ve been counting since the Pesach (Passover) Seder. 50 days after we were freed from Egypt (Mitzrayim- a place of narrow straits), we were waiting by Mount Sinai (sorry- NOT in the “Sinai Peninsula”, more likely in Saudi Arabia, near an active volcano), to receive the 10 Commandments. Where the words were seen- yes, seen. I admit, until I saw the effects of a rocket plant explosion in Henderson, Nevada, I had no idea you really could see “sound”. Not surprising that those in attendance were totally awed…
We’ve heard about this before- for years. Folks working in animal processing facilities are more prone to injury and poor working conditions than in other industries.