It’s 1:45 in the afternoon and here I sit, in the Dallas Fort Worth Airport, American Airlines Terminal B, to be specific. Back in the days when I was a regular business traveler, I was a member of the Admirals Club, a private lounge for American Airlines travelers willing to pay a hefty fee … in dollars or miles. The Club has comfortable seating, private working areas, and snacks … plus sandwiches and drinks for a price. If I was stuck with a three hour layover … like I have today … it was better than sitting at the gate. Quieter, for one, at least until business travelers starting bringing their kids along. Today, I am sitting at a counter with USB ports in the Gate B5 waiting area. I have no special attachment to gate B5 but there are no flight scheduled for the next several hours so it is relatively quiet. For about ten minutes, the alarm on an employees-only door kept going off, a high pitched squeal that leaves my teeth vibrating. Desperate for power for my laptop, I waited it out. A speaker on the ceiling over my head is prattling on about the madhouse that has become our national government. It is only slightly less annoying than the alarm. Terminal B mostly serves American Airlines secondary routes … like those to Huntsville, where I’m headed, so in front of me passengers trickle by in ones and twos, hunting for their departure gates or talking quietly. Even with occasional gate change announcements, it’s not a bad place to write, especially when there’s nothing else to do. It’s not the Admirals Club, for sure, but it’s better than the madhouse in terminal A, where I arrived from Socal.
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For the first 33 years of my career as an engineer, I worked for what I like to call Big Industry … large defense-based corporations like Raytheon, Honeywell and Hughes Aircraft. That portion of my career took place before the term tele-commute was invented, mainly because the technology of the time did not support working at home. Consequently, I traveled each morning to an office which provided the assets I needed to do my job … computers so large they filled a room, and secretaries and typing pools and art departments. Sometimes during my early years, my office was a cubicle, most often shared with another junior engineer. As the years went by and I was promoted, my offices became nicer, evolving to shared offices instead of cubicles to a private office … occasionally even an office with a window, although it usually overlooked a parking lot. My furniture got newer and eventually was made of real wood, not slime-green metal. By the nineties I was content in my private wood-furnitured office and I probably would have been content to continue that way until retirement. Fate and Big Industry had other plans. Hughes Aircraft was purchased by Raytheon and decided to close the California facility. Ironically, the work I was involved in was transferred to Portsmouth, RI, where I began my career many year earlier. I even knew many of the senior engineers there. (more…)
You might think that when a 71 year old blogger posts about Wrinkles he’s talking about those lines on his face. You might think that. You’d be wrong. For one, I’ve been blessed with skin that doesn’t wrinkle (maybe I’m permanent press). And, for two, I’m talking about wrinkles in the fabric of my life not my skin. These days, everything that happens, be it good, bad or indifferent seems to come with a wrinkle, some little twist that makes it … well … more complicated. Let me give you a few examples:
A generalist is someone who learns less and less about more and more until he knows absolutely nothing about everything. A specialist learns less and less about more and more until he knows absolutely everything about nothing – Unknown
I like to think I walk the middle ground between knowing nothing about everything and everything about nothing but in my vocation, I am definitely a specialist. Starting out in what was already a specialized field, electrical engineering, almost 20 years of higher education has narrowed my field until it is likely that most people wouldn’t understand my resume. Adaptive beamforming. LMS noise cancellation. Eigenvalue analysis. See? But almost fifty years experience in those corners of the world make me valuable to others who use such things in their business. Some years ago, when business with my company was slow, I registered with an expert placement company. The company maintains a database of resumes across a wide range of fields on line. Professionals needing the support of specialists they don’t need often enough to employ full time can find the professional support they need by searching the database using online tools. The work is usually very interesting but it brings a degree of pressure with in that clients expect an expert to provide innovative solutions in a relatively short time. I’ve supported attorneys in patent cases, evaluated products for potential buyers and applied some of the techniques I’ve learned in military systems to commercial products. (more…)
As 2014 was drawing to a close, the only job our company had was coming to an end. It was awarded under the Small Business Administration’s Small Business Innovative Research program. These contracts are reserved for small research companies, giving them an opportunity to compete for government contracts that address critical need of the various agencies. The initial contracts are quite small, with only enough funding to show that a solution to a problem might work. Based on the work done in this Phase 1, a few companies are awarded Phase 2, which brings enough funding for up to two years. About one in ten companies go on to Phase 2, and sufficient time has passed that we had pretty much decided we weren’t one of them. It was OK … my business partner (who is my age) had talked about fully retiring anyway. (more…)
I was up to late last night, thinking about a solution to a scientific problem I’m working on, but with the help of a Costco brand OTC sleep-aid, I slept until 8:30. I got up and and helped my wife, Muri, get the house ready for our housekeeper (a statement that puzzles me each time I say it) then headed over to the park. The plan was to do a little writing then work on my laptop to see if my idea actually works. Nothing makes me feel gratefully self-employed as much as working in the park. My Inner Curmudgeon likes it there, too, but he requires that certain conditions be met or he does what curmudgeons do. (more…)