I just became one of a tiny, tiny percentage of people to have ever seen the Cherenkov effect live, in person. Today I skipped my classes and tagged along with a BYUI Resource Management class as they went to Idaho National Laboratory. We saw ERB-1, the first power plant in produce usable electricity, and has since been decommissioned. Then we had lunch and saw the real beauty: ATR (Advanced Test Reactor). This is the reactor they use to test materials to see how long they can last. Though I didn’t get to see inside the reactor, like the picture below, they did just shut down the reactor and had ejected some fuel rods and moved them into storage in their canal. They were still glowing bright blue. It was awesome. I looked, then when to look else but kept coming back to look again and again. All in all, it was awesome whether it was “once in a lifetime” or not, I am glad I skipped classes to see this.
Category: Life
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Sometimes 700 miles isn’t far enough
Somehow I thought that being more than 700 miles away from work would mean that I wouldn’t be setting up computers for our Sister company’s new store. 20 hours later, many of which was spent on the phone between classes, I realize: “no, being more than 700 miles away from from work means that I will spend a lot of time on the phone walking people through how to get things connected and then, once the computers are online, spending hours in a secluded place carefully configuring as much as I can.” I am burnt out (and hungry).
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A Cultured Week
This past week I have been dipping into a variety of cultural experiences that I have found quite rewarding. The week started with playing Twister. Later I watched 2001: A Space Odyssey, which I found to be rather boring until I learned a little secret. If you watch the movie in VLC you can watch it a 2x speed (double time) and except for the few moments of dialog (which I slowed down to 1.25x or 1.5x depending on who was talking) it was quite understandable and in fact enjoyable. Then, in honor of the schools masquerade ball, I listened to the Phantom of the Opera. I found that listening to it was much more enjoyable than watching the movie. I still not sure if AJ finds my random singing outburst to be funny or annoying (except when I lip sync into a ‘microphone’ which always makes him laugh).
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‘N’ is for November, new, notebook, nose and Neptune
November
November is a good month. I’m done with mid-terms and have grades back, I get a new phone and I get to go home for Thanksgiving break. I am excited.New
Phone (my mobile phone) has not been well as of late. In fact, he is chronically ill (if you can call getting old an illness). His battery used to last for days and now lasts for a day, half a day if I talk to a lot of people. His screen is wearing out. It’s not broken, cracked or damaged. No, it’s just been used so much that the plastic that protects the screen has split from my hear pressing on it day after day, year after year. The old glue has lost its form and is starting to move after two years in the moist humid Oregon, the dry dusty Idaho and numerous states and countries in between (not really in between but around). So I am slated to get a new phone. Unfortunately, I have to wait as the phone I want is not coming out for a couple of weeks.Notebook
I found out that I am a better persuader than I normally gave myself credit for, but this time it wasn’t really for much good. The Disneyland Dad wanted to know what he could do to get more out of his ailing laptop and I told all the coolness of mine, Justice (which is actually the company’s laptop), and now he wants it back for himself. So, I have to find another laptop in November.Nose
November also means that the world, or Rexburg at least, is getting colder and thus my nose will be getting cold. Have no fear though, I have a plethora of cold weather gear including some wonderful scarfs that will keep my nose warm.Neptune
I really have nothing on this distant planet that is sometimes the farthest planet and sometimes not (it’s true). It just fit with the theme. -
Commitment to Intentions
Some months ago I was involved in a management retreat for work. The retreat’s primary agenda focused on a proposed reorganization of the company. The entire first day discussed the ramifications of the changes and what the company would like after it was complete. As we worked late into the night we started planning the timescale for the reorganization.
At the beginning of the timescale planning the question was asked, “Do we all agree to do it?” There was a long silence. No one wanted to commit to the process with so many unanswered questions. Slowly a new discussion emerged that was a rehash of an old discussion: We don’t know because we don’t have all our questions answered.
The discussion was prolonging the issue and allowing us to answer around the important question. Just when we seemed doomed to revisit the entire days meeting Hero raised his hand. He waited for the room to fall silent before speaking.
“I think we are asking the wrong question,” he said. Then he told the story.
As a young man he had decided to buy a house. At the time the housing market was ripe with small 2 bedroom houses. Hero didn’t have any need for a bigger house and in fact was quite contend with a small house. The Realtor took Hero to see various houses all of which had the same fatal flaw: they were old. Hero was not a very handyman when it came to fixing up houses. The Realtor pointed out that in order for Hero to sell the house again, at an increased value, work would need to be done.
Then one day the Realtor took Hero to a small house tucked down a short private street. The house, along with the two others on the street, had been built by the same construction company who had been renting the houses out. Their policy was only to rent for a couple of years then to quickly sell the house. The duplex on the corner had been sold previous, the larger house at the end was too expensive and was already being battled over, but the three bedroom house in the middle was just right.
There was just one catch. In order to get inside the house to see it Hero would have to put in an offer to buy the house. The Realtor explained that this was not too unusual of a request because it was currently being rented out. The solution was simple: the Realtor would include a clause that the offer was contingent on Hero’s inspection of the inside. He could, for any reason, back out if he didn’t like what he saw on the inside.
The offer was written and accepted in short order. Hero and the Realtor inspected the inside.
“I like it,” Hero told the Realtor. “What do we do now?”
“You buy it,” the Realtor replied.
“What if the inspection comes back bad?” Hero asked.
“I’ll put in the contingencies for things like that,” the Realtor assured. “What I need to know now is, barring any major unforeseen issues, do you want to buy this house?”
Hero thought for several minutes then turned to the Realtor and said, “Yes”. A month later he owned the house and has happily owned it since.
Back at the retreat, Hero looked across the room. “I think the question we should be asking is the same question my realtor asked me: Barring any major unforeseen issues, is this course of the action the one we want to take?”
One by one, each member of the Company’s management stated “yes” in agreement with the plan. I pondered on the difference between the questions; they were small differences but had a profound difference. The first was asking for blind commitment, asking if we would all back, no matter what came, the plan that was presented. The second is a question of intention, asking if we are commitment, short of major problems, to see the plan through. The second question is much easier to answer than the first.
There is an additional benefit to commitment to intentions. By committing the group to its intentions Hero had in a single moment committed the Company to an end goal, not the process that would take it there, another subtle difference. Often in these meetings we decide that something needed to be done and how we would do it. Our commitment was usually to the process, not the end result. So when the process was complete and we didn’t get what we wanted we were left hanging, not sure what to do not. Being committed to the end goal meant that no matter what we were traveling until we got our desired results, or discovered they were unachievable, and we wouldn’t stop until we got there.
Finally, committing the management team to its intentions, not the process, did much too safe guard the pride and honor of the team. Instead of having attached their name to the process, which may or may not have been the best course, they had attached their names to a carefully analyzed, examined and thought out end goal. Even if the proscribe process as outlined in the retreat were to utterly fail, the team still wouldn’t have failed. Though the process could have been flawed, the goal itself was solid.
Postmortem: The Company’s reorganization continued, not entirely as planned, but well enough. In hind sight, out commitment to intentions that Hero had gathered proved invaluable when tough decision needed to be made.
In class we had been talking about barriers to communications and I was reminded by this story. Communications in that retreat and sometimes during the reorganization process began to crumble as the road got harder and, more particularly, when it wasn’t clear where we were headed. Having a clear understanding of the Fathers’ intentions help everyone to back up during high stress times to remind ourselves why we were doing all this work.
