Hot Pockets

Ice cream day. Haven’t been in a blogging mood. Too much between the ears. Working too hard on new book.

Noted article [Link] that Hewlett-Packard has reintroduced a dress code for its nerds. Good idea IMHO. Shows that the company has decided to say good riddance to Carly and try to turn itself around after she turned it to sewage. I hope it works.

Evidently one of her mistakes was to let the nerds dress for comfort. Very ANTI-HP. Back when I was in graduate schule and there were HP employees in the graduate pool, they were always dressed well. Not suits but definitely not scruffy jeans and ratty t-shirts. Not that I dressed that way in those days. Do now some but only to express my disrespect for the establishment.

Problem is that (1) nerds want to dress for comfort and don’t really care about impressing customers, but (2) most customers are bogs and they think a well dressed nerd is just impossible to understand while a ratty dressed one is scum and trash, not the salvation of civilization.

Hence HP will run off the creative and be left with the weak who will be a lot easier to fire when they go under.

Space Museum

The other day I ran across this cartoon: [Link]

that brought back my own childhood growing up in Huntsville. In the early days the closest we had to a space museum were missiles on display downtown on the square during celebratory parade events, and a solitary rocket and a blocky above-ground fallout shelter just outside the airport. Since my father often was off on TDY I saw the latter a lot more than the former which were avoided as too unpleasant and crowded. 

As I entered adolescence, the NASA folks had a building on the boundary between NASA and Army on Redstone Arsenal where they showed off all manner of hardware and had a field full of rockets and missiles in front. It was a block or so from the Redstone Scientific Information Center, easily the best library in Amerika.

There was little education at the museum. You had to get information on your own or suffer the maskarovka of the schule system. Once you had strolled and twisted your neck among the rockets and missiles they were forever etched in your visual memory. There was some turn-over inside especially with stuff that NASA had finished doing development of. I recall that for several years the most popular thing in the museum was a steel plate with welded guard rails and four air bearings underneath. The thing was kept in a walled box about twice its area and it had a momentary ON switch to power the bearings. You stood on the plate, closed the switch and vibrated around the box on a cushion of air. Very noisy, mostly because of the compressor but always with a line of kids waiting (and arguing) to use the device.

It didn’t survive the transition to Space and Rocket Center. Too dangerous. Another example of how we lie to our children, I suppose?

I also used to live near the Space and Rocket Museum. It was supposed to open as a storm shelter during foul weather, but never did. They just put a guy out front who yelled “Full Up” though the rain. I would take out-of-town relatives there but it was so boring and dull that it was not a place for one who really did rocket science.