Aug
03
2011

How footballs are made

Via Kottke, and Craftzine.

Interesting to see how they’re made.  Makes the laces make a lot more sense, though it does seem to dismiss the idea of pigskins.  Apparently, according to Wikipedia, footballs were never actually made of pigskin, but early on where covered with pig’s bladders, and even further back, were actually just inflated pig bladders, though never actually pig skin.

It is worth noting that he says they make all the NFL game balls there, but not that they make all Wilson footballs there, or even all NFL branded Wilson footballs.  I actually just recently bought a Wilson football, which says “NFL” in gold embossing on the side, which also says “Made in China” in much smaller print on the bottom.

On one hand, it’s easy to get all nationalistic about work being shipped overseas (there’s more than a couple youtube comments rejoicing in the fact that something is still made in the USA).  On the other hand, I know that at least I personally can’t even imagine working the same job, repeating the same 5 second action cycle over and over and over and over… for 40+ years.

And, for that matter, watching it, I can’t help but think, “I bet I could come up with an algorithm to fit more cuts on the same piece of leather, and get more sections out of a single hide”, or, “I bet a machine could make that part way more consistent”.  Which, I’m guessing is why my Wilson football was made in China.

Also, 30 days until Hawkeye Football.

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Jun
17
2011

Things I think of while staring out the window at work waiting for the coffee to brew

What do you call a group of ducks floating close together on a pond?

A cluster duck.

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Apr
06
2011

Matt and Kim – Daylight

I don’t know why, but the refrain from this song keeps popping into my head and getting stuck there when I’m sitting at work.  It usually happens either when I’m frustrated with something I’m working on, or when there’s an overwhelming number of people talking at the same time in the cubes around me.

As music videos go, I sort of like that one too.

Also, Kim has a really nice smile.

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Mar
17
2011

Probably my most interesting commute of the week

This morning I left for work a little early because I had a 9:00 meeting that I was supposed to go to, and I wanted to be sure to get in early enough that I could start up my computer and catch up on any new emails before the meeting.  So, I left home around 8:20 or so, and headed over to 35W south to head to work.  Kind of the standard stuff – potholes, idiots who don’t know how to merge, a few people driving way too fast, a few way too slow, and, right around when I got to the Diamond Lake Road exit, a giant mushroom cloud of flames that was about 200 feet tall.  A little something like this (particularly towards the end of the video):

Except I was driving about two blocks away exactly at the moment of the initial blast, which was probably twice as high as the above.

My first thought was I should pull over and call 911, and as the though crossed my mind, 4 or five cars in front of me pulled over.

Okay, so really the first thought to cross my mind was something to the effect of HOLY F(*@ING S#!+ #%)Q ^&# $)^&!# ^)#@*$@ #)*^* ^&# !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

Then, oh, I should call 911. Followed by, oh, those people probably have it covered.

Followed by, why is it so hot all of the sudden. Because in my car with the windows up, 2 blocks away (though straight downwind), going 60mph, it suddenly got really, really hot in my car. Like in a short sleeve shirt, no jacket, and sweating hot.

Followed by little bits of burnt, melty gunk falling on my wind shield.

My next thought was, hmm, I should get the #$%^ out of here, because though the inital fireball had gotten smaller (and by smaller, I mean what you see in the video above), it kept burning. And there not being much black smoke would mean some kind of fuel burning rather than a house or car or something. And if there’s one tank of fuel to blow up, there could be a bigger one next to it.

So, I kept driving to work and could see the base of the flame from the highway as I drove past, just like at the end of the video above, except from the other side and a little higher up. In case you’re not familiar with the area, it looks something like this:

The explosion happened when I was where the blue line starts, straight east of the fire was where it got really hot and I could see the base of it burning. Note this is pretty much exactly the chunk of highway that got shut down as soon as police could get there to block it off.

By time I got to work, I still didn’t know what exactly it was. However, I work a couple of stories up above the trees line and could still see it clearly from my desk, about 4 or 5 miles away. Okay, not quite from my desk, I’m not that close to the window. But if you stood up and took a couple of steps to down the row, you could see it from there. About ten minutes later reports started popping up on local news sites that there was a fire of some sort, and about twenty minutes after that that it was a gas main that exploded.

It burned for a good hour more after that, visible from miles away the whole time.

There’s a fair amount of coverage, pictures, and videos on the local news sites:

Also alternate titles for this post that are okay to laugh at now because we know no one got hurt:

  • I was hoping for a spring warm up, but this is ridiculous!
  • Minneapolis fails in bid for winter Olympics, but is awarded temporary custody of the torch as consolation
  • Stay Puft Marshmallow Man Smores For Everyone!
  • The Vulcan Krewe is really getting out of hand, well, more than usual
  • Minneapolis starts new St Patrick’s tradition, falls to outshine Chicago’s green river (seriously, while standing by the window watching this thing burn from miles away, my coworkers started talking about how amazing the green river in Chicago is, and how bright of a green it is, you know, not dark like you’d expect, and how the boats go back and for to mix it up after the first boat FOR FUCK’S SAKE WHY ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THIS WHEN THERE’S A GIANT PLUME OF FLAME RIGHT FUCKING THERE!?!?!?)

So, hopefully the drive to and from work tomorrow will be a little less eventful.  Might stop and get a Shamrock Shake on the way home though.  So there’s that.

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Nov
29
2010

I’m surrounded by Dikshits

A co-worker of mine recently pointed out to me that one of the people who is on the offshore team in India for his project has the last name of “Dikshit”.  I of course assumed he was lying as we tend to joke around a lot, but I looked it up in the company directory, and, in deed, there is not one, but around 10 people who work for our company in India (and a couple in the US for that matter), with the last name of “Dikshit”.  I couldn’t help but think of this scene from Spaceballs:

One can imagine a similar scene set at a corporate headquarters (no so different from Dark Helmet’s spaceship after all) with the following unfolding on an IT project:

DARK PROJECT MANAGER

Careful, you idiot. I said update the record in the database, not overwrite it!

CODER

Sorry, sir.  Doing my best.

DARK PROJECT MANAGER

Who made that man a coder?

SYSTEM ARCHITECT

I did, sir. He’s my cousin.

DARK PROJECT MANAGER

Who is he?

COL BUSINESS ANALYST

He’s a Dikshit, sir.

DARK PROJECT MANAGER

I know that. What’s his name?

COL BUSINESS ANALYST

That is his name, sir. Dikshit, Bhanuprakash Dikshit.

DARK PROJECT MANAGER

And his cousin?

COL BUSINESS ANALYST

He’s a Dikshit, too, sir. Software Engineer, Team Lead, Philip Dikshit.

DARK PROJECT MANAGER

How many Dikshits we got on this project, anyhow?
(Everyone attempt to talk at once on the conference call to say “Yes sir, I am one as well as he already.”)

Pretty sure that script is waaaayyyy funnier in my head.

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Oct
26
2010

Things that come to mind while working at a global consulting company with lots of people who tend to speak in cliches

Too many chiefs and not enough Indians – time to ramp up the offshore team.

Too many chiefs ruin the soup – time to hire some Indians who can spell.

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Aug
03
2010

Am I interupting?

Occasionally at work I feel a strange urge when walking past a meeting room.  You see, I work at a pretty large company currently, and there are lots of meeting rooms, and lots of people meeting in them, most of whom I don’t know and have probably never met.  And, in working at a large company, things tend to be very, very structured.  In fact, I would say that much of what we do is trying to keep things as ordered and predictable as possible.  No surprises for the customer.  Make sure we don’t have any surprises when we deploy this.  We have standards and processes and documentation to make sure that everything happens the way it’s supposed to, when it’s supposed to.  It’s not that this always works, but if there’s one main driving feel to the atmosphere of basically every large company I’ve been at, it’s that everyone should do everything they can to make sure everything goes the way it should.  Our work is laid out in Gantt charts.  Our meetings are scheduled days, week, and sometimes months in advance.  We send emails worded with an eye to who will be held accountable if things go awry.  Even our “spontaneous fun” is planned.  My team was planning to have a team outing where we would go to a Twins game.  We started planning which games were possibilities about a month and a half out.  We looked at the available teams, ticket prices, dates that conflict with likely overtime at work (we will of course be going in the evening or the weekend on our own time).  We narrowed down to a set of acceptable dates.  We assigned a point person to contact someone within the company who has organized this sort of thing before (we’re really not that big of a team).  We set a timeline of when we needed have a decision on tickets by, and contingencies for pushing out the time frame of games we’ll look at if we don’t have things lined up enough in advance.  We,… well, you get the idea.

Also, I’ve had it occasionally occur where I’ve walked into the wrong meeting in progress by accident, because I was at the right room number, but on the wrong floor (because all of the floors look alike except for being different shades of pastels with the life sucked out of them), or the meeting had been moved since I last checked my email.  And I’ve found, without fail, that every one in the meeting room stops, looks at you expectantly, and waits for you to say something.  At which point you need to sheepishly apologize and slink out.  The fortunate part is that it’s a big enough place that there’s a good chance no one will recognize you later to make you re-live it or know who you are to complain to your boss about it (especially good since one time when I accidentally did this I’m pretty sure the people in the meeting were CEO-type level folks who all looked quite serious and were obviously in mid argument – slinked out of that one fast).

So, occasionally as I wander past meeting rooms, I feel the intense need (haven’t done it yet, just felt the urge) to lean in, wait for everyone to pause and look at me expectantly, and then say something that’s just random enough to completely stop the conversation, but just potentially relevant enough to have people feel the intense need to discuss whatever it is I’ve just said, as they’re so used to any information being provided being provided for a relevant, structured reason, and then lean back out, close the door, and walk away.

If one were planning this, it would also help that all of our meeting rooms show up in Outlook, and will show on their calendars when they’re in use, and (usually) what the meeting is about, and who is attending.  So, you could easily cherry pick meetings to be ones where you know that most of the people won’t know each other (so you can actually come in an sit down for a while before someone questions you), where the topic will be really dull (weekly status meetings), or everyone’s going to be a bit slow to wake up and respond (hour six of an all day training session on the new time entry tool).

For instance (with stage directions):

(lean in, look around the room at everyone happily and slightly expectantly)
“The ice cream is ready.”
(nod head quickly twice, smile, and exit)

(lean half way in the door, offhandedly and somewhat disinterested)
“Your pizza is here.”
(exit)

(at a first meeting of teams, two steps in, somewhat angry and sharply, looking around dartingly)
“The toilet is plugged again.”
(pause just long enough to imply that you’re looking for a response, but not long enough to get one, stomp out.)

(at a routine, but long meeting, preferably without any high level managers, briskly, but casually enter and circle the table, tap people on the head as you go by)
“Duck, duck, duck, duck…”
(continue until you have made a full lap of the table and no one has said anything directly to you, and exit without saying goose.  If anyone says anything to you or becomes angry during your lap, continue until you get to them (do another half lap if necessary), tag them goose and sprint out of the room at full speed.)

(at a meeting of high level managers, lean in, look directly at whomever is speaking and interrupt)
“Call on line one.”
(nod reassuringly and expectantly, exit)

(at large meeting where it is likely no one knows each others, such as the kick off of a new project or initiative, walk in absent mindedly as if you meant to be at this meeting but were delayed.  sit next to whomever is talking, preferably a man, stare at him until he pauses, calmly)
“There was nothing you could have done to save her”
(pat him on the back, and walk out) (related xkcd allusion)

(any meeting at all, walk in somewhat quickly and flustered, look under the table)
“Has anyone seen my poodle?”
(wait for responses, but don’t provide any more information, exit)

Feel free to add your own in the comments.

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Jun
22
2010

Post-It Love

Super cheesy, but cute:

I wonder how much post-it note sales have increased since people started making all sorts of videos like this on youtube.

Via Ovablastic.

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May
11
2010

Internet Commenter Business Meeting

What if the business world functioned the way internet comment sections do… (NSFW)

Honestly I’m not sure if that’s better or worse than the current state of things.

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Feb
08
2010

Consultant Jokes

No idea where these came from originally, but I came across them on a friend’s Facebook page and they made me laugh a lot, so I thought I’d pass them on.

Top Ten Things You Shouldn’t Say at a Consulting Interview

10. I’m a t-shirt and jeans kind of person.
9. Do you pay overtime?
8. I hate flying.
7. I’m useless without ten hours of sleep a night.
6. There are lies, damn lies, and statistics.
5. Do you cover rental cars for collision?
4. Stanford taught me that working in teams is great for slackers.
3. I think three letter acronyms are for people too stupid to remember whole phrases.
2. Two words: family first.
1. Call it what you want, it still means firing people.

Top Ten Things a Consultant Shouldn’t Tell a Client
10. That was my first guess as well, but then I really thought about it.
9. You should see the hotel I’m staying at.
8. Hey, I just realized that I was in third grade when you started working here.
7. I like this office space. I’ll have them put me in here when you’re gone.
6. My rental car looks nicer than that junker you’re driving.
5. Sure it’ll work; I learned it in business school.
4. So what do you need me to tell you?
3. Of course it’s right; the spreadsheet says so.
2. I could just tell you the answer, but we’re committed to a three month project.
1. What are you, stupid?

Top Ten Ways To Know You’re Dating/Married To A Consultant
10. Referred to the first month of your relationship as a “diagnostic period”.
9. Talks to the waiter about process flow when dinner arrives late.
8. Takes a half-day at the office because, “Sunday is your day.”
7. Congratulates your parents for successful value creation.
6. Tries to call room-service from the bedroom.
5. Ends any argument by saying, “let’s talk about this off-line.”
4. Celebrates anniversary by conducting a performance review.
3. Can’t be trusted with the car – too accustomed to beating up rentals.
2. Valentine’s Day card has bullet points.
1. Refers to lovemaking as a “win-win”.

Top Ten Ways to Know You’ve Got the Consulting Bug
10. Can’t stop using words that don’t exist.
9. Worried that he who dies with the most frequent-flyer miles wins.
8. Use so much jargon in conversation, friends think you’re speaking a foreign language.
7. Constant urge to give advice on subjects you know nothing about.
6. Always-hyphenating-words-that-don’t-need-to-be-hyphenated.
5. Keep seeing bullet points everywhere.
4. Can fit the thematic undercurrents of War and Peace into a two-by-two matrix.
3. Tired of having a social life beyond work.
2. A two-page story in Business Week is all it takes to make you an expert.
1. Firmly believe that an objective viewpoint means more than any real work experience.

Top Ten Things You’ll Never Hear from a Consultant
10. You’re right; we’re billing way too much for this.
9. Bet you I can go a week without saying “synergy” or “value-added”.
8. How about paying us based on the success of the project?
7. This whole strategy is based on a Harvard business case I read.
6. Actually, the only difference is that we charge more than they do.
5. I don’t know enough to speak intelligently about that.
4. Implementation? I only care about writing long reports.
3. I can’t take the credit. It was Ed in your marketing department.
2. The problem is, you have too much work for too few people.
1. Everything looks okay to me.

Are You A Prostitute Or A Consultant?
1. You work very odd hours.
2. You are paid a lot of money to keep your client happy.
3. You don’t necessarily have to put out to be good at your job.
4. You develop a close relationship with your co-workers.
5. You spend a majority of your time in a hotel room.
6. You charge by the hour but your time can be extended.
7. You are not proud of what you do.
8. You wear out shoes quickly.
9. Creating fantasies for your clients is rewarded.
10. It’s difficult to have a family.
11. The client can roll you off.
12. You have no job satisfaction.
13. You are embarrassed to tell people what you do for a living.
14. People ask you, “What do you do?” and you can’t explain it.
15. Your client pays for your hotel room plus your hourly rate.
16. Your client always wants to know how much you charge and what they get for the money.
17. When you are with the client reality is unimportant. The important thing is how well you can draw the client into the fantasy you are creating.
18. When you leave to go see a client, you look great, but return looking like hell (compare your appearance on Monday AM to Friday PM).
19. You are rated on your “performance” in an excruciating ordeal.
20. Even though you get paid the big bucks, it’s the client who walks away smiling.
21. The client always thinks your “cut” of your billing rate is higher than it actually is, and in turn, expects miracles from you.
22. All of your colleagues profess to be the best, so you never really feel adequate

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