Making sense of it all. Probably requires a Watson computer.

Thursday, February 17th, 2011

Even though I’m loaded with gadgets: iPhone, iPod, iPad, mini Samsung projector, Apple TV, MacBook Pro, 23″ HD monitor, Jambox – and these are the items on my desk presently – I read the NY Times and scan the local paper every morning. News on a tablet or my iPad conveys information to me faster and allows me to compare the coverage of a story as I can easily explore what NPR or BBC or Reuters may say of the same event. I prefer the Times in the morning because of the visual juxtaposition of stories. I’m a comparer and a connector (ugh! labels), but it’s true. It’s the positive benefit of what my affliction was labeled in the 60s as “often can’t sit still.” Challenging to me is to connect thoughtfully the headlines and nature of the often shocking evidence of these reports. This morning the connections come easy.

IBM’s Watson computer wins the Jeopardy Challenge versus two human champions. There may be some W-2 life left in us yet as the mighty machine could not identify the name of the major Chicago Airport, you know, the busiest one in the world. Take that, Terminator! Concurrently, spontaneous and orchestrated protests occur in Bahrain, Yemen, Libya and even Iran as their unemployed youth and disenfranchised poor seek access to fundamental social opportunities.

Our soldiers in Afghanistan have actual real-time access to family and friends via Skype, Facebook, Twitter et al – note to self that the country is at war – while the Texas and the Wisconsin legislatures propose “Big Budget Cuts.” Well, gunner, what are we fighting for? And what are we heading home to at the end of this tour? might be legitimate questions from the soldiers. Or maybe they’re using social media to figure-out when the coast is clear to come home?!

Photo courtesy of Colorado River Rafting Company

We live in an amazing, dynamic and potent time. If you believe in the constructive value of Chaotic Friction, then you’re feeling pretty good right now. Doesn’t it feel like a raft ride down the rapids and maybe headed over a fall of some height? What should we yearn for? Control? Return to a past? Getting off the bus at the next stop? My preference is a collective sense that we’re all in this together and everywhere.

Tough commute to work: convoy with USMC in Afghanistan

Sunday, October 3rd, 2010


In this photo is the Vice President of our Naval Academy Alumni Chapter, Jeff Truitt, and First Lieutenant Jeffrey Clement USMC at a recent Chapter luncheon. I am this year’s President of the RTP Chapter of the Association. First, more about Lt. Clement. He is 24 years old and a graduate of Georgia Tech. His young wife joined us for lunch. She is also a Tech grad and employed by the Nuclear Reactor Commission in Washington, DC. Her busy workload there kept her mind occupied as her husband spent six months leading 30 vehicle convoys forth and back across the lengthy, sole paved road in Helmand Province, Afghanistan. I’ll update this post with associated photos of the scale of equipment required to keep Marines supplied in their desert outposts. Aside from the terrifying nature of the work where they must contend with 1,000s of home-made bombs on every transit – a home-made bomb is termed Improvised Explosive Device or IED and is essentially a five gallon pail of explosives planted in the sand in clusters- their routine transit up and down the one highway (sic) twists and turns through sand storms and scorching heat without the benefit of maintenance support along the way. Those associated photos depict a modern day wagon train in a landscape unchanged in thousands of years. No matter one’s political association, one has to wonder why we are there with nothing to conquer, nearly no one to convert and only handful of small village, actually campsites, where any sort of help will make any kind of difference.

As with the young Navy lieutenants whom I meet leading the RTP’s ROTC programs at Duke, NC State and UNC, I was humbled by the calm and purposeful demeanor of Lt. Clement. At 24 years old and now a combat veteran, he stands tall with a presence of honesty, sincerity and trustworthiness. When foiled by the weather or the enemy on convoy, he described simply what happened, what had to be done and what was learned to keep his men safe and the mission on target. He looks you straight in the eye when speaking with you because you have his full attention. I doubt if he suffers fools lightly and you receive the benefit of the doubt in conversation.

Why does he do this? Why do any of the young officers commit to service, enthusiastically pursue routinely dangerous jobs – not once in a while assignments, but routinely dangerous jobs- and perform such roles for lower pay and a reduced quality of life compared to their peers? I guess because they are attracted to a cause greater than themselves and feel that they must try to repay what they have and expect to receive by virtue of being citizens of this country. Not exactly a cable television, reality show concept.

Whenever I try to make sense of the aftermath of the financial bust- now Ireland has one foot off of the platform so who knows what awaits- I wonder how the nation would feel if our military sold us out the same way that our financial institutions had.

At my end, I’ll try to bring to work on Monday the lessons and messages that the 1st Lt. USMC conveyed to me on Friday during the noon hour. I’ll endeavor to see beyond the petty distractions and disruptions that too often take me off of my own single lane highway. I’ll try to accept stoically what I cannot change and do my calm best when I have the opportunity to make a difference. For sure, I won’t complain about any commute that I might have down I-40 and across town.

HealthCare: be Careful and take Care of yourself – Really!

Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009

Raining again in Durham. After the drought of 07, I steel myself not to complain as the waters fall. And we’re 3x the usual for this time of year. My form of lemonade for this circumstance would be snow, which is a stretch for Central Carolina in late Fall. Healthcare and the associated reform movement perplex me. Participated recently in a well-managed discussions within this topic. Duke’s Fuqua School hosted a day-long series of panel discussions on how we, the nation and its array of providers, payers and patients, might find a way to get most of the healthcare that we pay for. By now, it is common knowledge that the USA pays the most per capita without being close to the top in quality of care received. Tangentially, we’re applying the same thinking to the war in Afghanistan, i.e. we must do the right thing even if it is neither affordable nor is victory, however measured, likely with this continued investment of resources. GordianKnot “Turn him to any cause of policy,
The Gordian Knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter” (Shakespeare, Henry V, Act 1 Scene 1. 45–47)

Back to Fuqua. The participating senior members of the government, the sincere consultants, the MDs turned economists and the very bright business school students (Fuqua competes with Wharton for the top spot in HMS (Health Management Systems- the program once known as Masters of Hospital Administration)- were thwarted by the complexity and interconnection of the elements of our problem. If we solve one part, we penalize an important constituency; if we resolve that part, we anger this other important constituency. The hovering bomb, of course, is the unfunded liability, now estimated to be $59 trillion dollars, for Social Security, Medicare and Medicaid obligations. Occurred to me that the sole and probable solution, unless we want to continuously spend 20%+ of the GDP on healthcare, is to prepare for the collapse of the system. Some hope remains if the likes of this MBAs attack the root causes of this mess. With enough time and authority, they will make an important difference. If they venture into healthcare front as a second option to employment on Wall Street, then it’s welcome to HCA – HealthCareAfghanistan.

By the way, some argue that the Push-Up is the best indicator of physical fitness.images

Hurt Locker (the film); Michael Yon in Afghanistan – a terrific blog

Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

Time marches and sprints at frequent intervals so three passed since my last entry.

At this Friday’s USNA Alumni Luncheon, our two guests will be a former Army Captain who graduated from West Point in 2002 and a USNA grad also of class year 2002. The Captain became an engineer and found himself in Iraq in 2003 digging-up IEDs (improvised explosive devices), including 155mm artillery shells hidden in the carcass of a dead dog. The Navy lieutenant, a pilot, faced better equipped bombers when he arrived in 2005. Luckily, he had more sophisticated detection euipment along with more experienced support on the ground.

From our USNA Chapter Secretary:
USNAAA NC Triangle Chapter VP Chris Perrien has suggested that some helpful background reading for Friday’s meeting can be found in the dispatches of journalist/blogger Michael Yon, particularly his dispatches from Iraq in 2007 and the first half of 2008 (though his posts from Afghanistan since August 2008 are equally compelling).

Before going to Yon’s site, you might wish to familiarize yourself with him and his work through his Wikipedia entry.

This recommendation does not constitute a blanket endorsement of any of Yon’s statements about either the Iraq or Afghan wars (which are complex and difficult to classify)–it’s just a pointer to an up-close-and-personal account of what the war looks like from the soldier’s point of view.

Recommend the film, Hurt Locker. Was it shot in Iraq? live? Gritty texture of film and the silly-serious bravado of the main character is captivating, regardless of your politics. Why do people do these things?! How do they do these things?! And Michael Yon appears to be one of them. Who got us into this policeman’s nightmare of Iraq? How did anyone think that we could make a democracy of such people in such cultures in such a climate and environment. What would they do to us if they could?!