June 19th, 2006

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Father's Day 2006

I've been looking for a sign
"This exit off the Lost Highway"
I'm half asleep and veerin' toward the line
The radio is playin' Elvis' "My Way"

I remember what my daddy would do
Cold steel in his eyes of blue
Not a word while carryin' the weight
I only hope I didn't learn too late

Oh, can you tell me do you know
How to get from here to Victory Road?
Is there a tunnel to the end of the rainbow?
Can I get from here to Victory Road?

M/Sgt Kevin Trainor, USAF (Ret.), b. 9/3/1932 d. 12/8/2000
He set an example we couldn't always follow; instead, we went places with people he would never have wasted time on.
Still, he was always there for us, because that's part of what being a father is all about.
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Entropy 3, Wombat 0

This morning's getting off to a rough start. First the zipper on one of my stockings blows out, then I find out the digitizer on my Palm has picked this morning to die, and finally, I find out the copy of Palm Desktop I installed on my workstation here at the Evil Banking Neighbor no longer works. So now I have a buttload of scheduling and address data locked up in my malfunctioning handheld and my unccooperative software. Yee-ha.

At least yesterday went fairly well. Woke late, farted around for most of the afternoon cleaning out my inbox and playing Luxor, then went out to do laundry and take care of some minor errands before heading back over to Clay's for some UT fragging. I got fragged a lot, because I suck at UT even worse than I do at HALO. Hard to believe, I know, but there it is. Sucked down some more diet Coke, enjoyed beefy grilled burger goodness and some potato salad, and went home around 2330 only to discover on arriving home that I'd left my vest over at Clay's. Duh. So back to Clay's I went, stopping at Walgreen's along the way to pick up the prescription I'd forgotten -it was my night for memory leaks, evidently. All missions finally having been accomplished, I poked around online some more before finally wobbling off to bed at 0130.

Your Monday morning linkagery:
Bill Whittle reminds us that the map is not the territory.
Tom Maguire introduces a new musical based on the strategic vision of John Murtha: Okinawa!
(Via Instapundit; Whittle link via Protein Wisdom.)
Professor Althouse has potato.
Finally, Piro lets Kimiko know that he won't be used as her punching bag.
Boss Coffee

Idle curiosity about the corporate intel bidness

One of the things that puzzles me about Corporate America is how little attention is paid to collecting intelligence on what the competition is up to. Oh, sure, just about every senior manager worth the price of their Mens' Wearhouse suit has a subscription to the Wall Street Journal, and in Fortune 500 companies like the Evil Banking Neighbor there's a handful of corporate librarians scouring the trade publications, but is there any real effort to collect and analyze information on the competition and the market?

To a certain extent, some of this is done by independent contractors. There's no shortage of market research firms out there scouting the terrain like a herd of combat engineers to figure out what the go/no-go lay of the land is. I find it hard to believe, though, that the business world, which socially speaking has shaped and been shaped by the military since the early 20th century, would not have adopted some of the collection and analysis tools that the Pentagon first developed in the 1940s. It's not even that complicated.

I'm obviously too old to get into that line of work, but I do wonder why it's not more visible.