Giblets The inmeats, or edible viscera (heart, gizzard, liver, etc.), of poultry. [1913 Webster]
One of the correlations I have noted is a relationship between Thanksgiving and the content of RSS feeds during holidays. As such this serves to confirm the preeminence of Thanksgiving among the holy days that define the nature of our Yankee republic.
That correlation is giblets, a matter deserving some elaboration. The definition is a bit off, lacking any insight into connotations. While giblets are the edible innards of a feather dinosaur descendant, and perhaps (?) those of dinosaurs as well, what one finds inside one’s turkey is not strictly giblets. It is a subset, those components of the giblets that the turkey processor saw fit to include. Why this censorship? The answer seems to be simple coastal big city liberalism, an instance of social engineering and political correctness, a delightful example of the perfidy of too many who profess such philosophy.
I was reminded of such yesterday while awaiting FD SCP’s preparation for our quest for the holy ladder of foodstuffs. I was somewhat desultorily watching the etheric image receiver, which was atoned to a station promulgating modern household wisdom (sic) , in this case cooking. With typical entertainment media logic the subject was how to prepare a turkey. The logic of this, on the day after Thanksgiving, was inescapable, establishing an irrefutable link between the television apparat and the military services’ organizations. But what was deeply telling in this was an admonition from the talking head, blond and boufant in some hideous stereotype validation, to remove the bag of giblets from the interior of the turkey and “throw them away” with a tone normally reserved for the nondiscussion of bodily functions.
Out here in the hinterland, we know what giblets are, and they are much more than what the turkey (in both uses of the word that come to mind) processors include. We do wonderful things with them, ranging from simple gravies to pate to fried appetizers. Yes, we know that heart is chewy and liver strong in taste, but that is part of what living in the heartland is all about. No, we do not eat them as much as we used to. Most of us do not raise and slaughter our own turkeys, the consideration of which reveals why politicians really pardon their birds, not for any humanitarian goodness but avoidance of the task at hand. As such, we must make do with what comes in that sad bag. Further, as is my case, our physicians have cast bans on the consumption of some organ meats, notably liver, which in my youth was a delicacy favored over steak and even hamburgers. And strangely, the food programs of those same coastal liberal cities dote on talking about auslander societies that still consume giblets of various tripes (yes, that is a pun!) while studiously ignoring how it is still done in the real part of their own country. Or is it still their own?
On which note, we observe a further commentary on the matter of the Little Bitty Lap Top, now called the “netbook” in place of UMPC. [Link] Increasingly, this device, whatever we may call it, seems indicative of the economic disconnect in our Yankee republic. The article is a punditry of Intel in the wake of AMD’s decision to avoid the niche. What is startling here is the apparent inability, or, possibly unwillingless, to acknowledge that this perversion of their financial plans for the consumer herds is actually a statement of determination.
This article decries the autility of the LBLT, its miniscule footprint and screen inadequate for more than an hour’s usage (approximately). Why do people not just carry one of those monsters with an eighteen inch screen around with them? Does no one in those organizations run from meeting to meeting every hour or so? Has any of them tried to do anything with a cellular phone and a screen the size of a duck stamp?  And have any of them tried running from meeting to meeting and actually balancing on their laps one of those eighteen inch screen behemoths? And find a seat next an electrical outlet since the moster sucks power like a bathroom heater? Or tried to afford those overpriced UMPCs?
In light of such questions is the popularity of the LBLT so elusive of comprehension? Which returns us to our question of whether this is one more example of financial wrongthink or of organization prevarication? Regardless, a model of Wall Street emerges by analogy.
On a more useful level, reports of recovery of fragments of the Edmonton Flash are appearing. [Link] This is good. It is very hard for politicians to argue that pieces of actual matter are imaginary. (Unlike quantum mechanicians who argue that they are almost entirely illusory, being almost entirely manifestations of electromagnetic force fields. So remember that as your chir keeps your bodily force feilds off the force fields of the floor.)
Lastly, I note an article on the mismanagement cliche “can’t measure, can’t manage”. [Link] This is a phrase that provokes a love-hate response from real managers everywhere. I should comment that the idea of a relationship between measurement and management, attributed to Demming most recently, is not new. If anything it is at best a modern rehash of Taylorism, the fellow who figured out things like how to shovel and is why the utility company never sends less than three people out to fix something broken of their service that should take one man an hour at most to resolve.
Before launching off on this, I need to do a bit of background. The first thing is that there are a couple of presumptions embedded in this. In this case I am using the term presumption as a union of proposition and assumption. The reaons I mention these is that except for maths teachers, most teachers (and pundits) don’t pay much attention to presumptions and thus the things they teach get misused, abused, and forgotten as irrelevant. In most cases it’s not that the teachers are bad teachers, just ignorant. That’s why you really want your children, once they get beyond primary shul level, to be taught by people with degrees in their subjects and not in education.
Anyway, the first presumption is that the measurement has to be relevant to whatever it is that you are managing. The second, taking a bit of a leaf from Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle, is that taking the measurement can’t mess up what it is you are managing. If you know these, then you can maybe use measurement to manage better – if you can manage at all, which is perhaps the third presumption.
If you are managing a car factory, you do not measure the number of earthworms per cubic meter of soil in your flower beds. You do measure how well the pieces that go into your car work and how well they are installed, but only when the measurement doesn’t run up the cost of making a car to the point of being noncompetitive. And no measurement will make any difference if your workers hate you enough to not work.
What goes unsaid in the modern fashion of measurement as a facade for mismanagement, is the exclusions here. If you are managing something that can’t be measured, can’t be measured affordably, or can’t be measured constructively, then don’t bother. Years ago, some crapmind got the idea that typists should have their mistakes measured so they could be managed into a better product. These guys just about killed their workers because they ran up against an error barrier. Then the psychologists got involved and showed that the barrier was built into humans and no amount of management would remove it.
So bear in mind, management is like giblets. It’s chewy and strong tasting and takes work, but make sure it is the right kind of work and don’t try to do things that don’t work.
 For you folks who reside in coastal, liberal cities, a duck stamp is a large stamp like a postage stamp with a picture of a duck on it, usually done by an excellent wildlife artist, and purchased to signify that the owner has a license to hunt duck in some locale. Despite great demand, the Yankee government and its unruly minion governances have declined to issue coastal liberal stamps.