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The Stealth Turnip

Twelve years ago today, Iraq invaded Kuwait. Following this act of aggression, the Pentagon started the operation known as Desert Storm, and we in the US tied yellow ribbons around our trees to honor the service people serving in the Middle East. We also bombed the hell out of Iraq, eventually forcing it to return behind its borders.

I, along with most of the people in this country, was very interested in the events in the Middle East, playing a radio at work to keep informed, reading the papers, watching the news at night. I was doubly interested because I had worked on Saudi Arabia’s air defense system, Peace Shield, when I was employed at Boeing.

Peace Shield was a cooperative venture between the Saudi government and the US Airforce. Boeing’s role was managing the development of the software for the system. It was the second largest computer system ever developed, with software contributed by multiple contractors, all using their own development techniques, naming conventions, and coding practices.

My job was to find a way to integrate the meta-data from all of these different companies, creating automated tools to pull the data from the code, using it to pupulate a common data dictionary.

(The dictionary was a requirement mandated by the Air Force, which was, I believe, a bit concerned about taking acceptance of several million lines of code with only minimal understanding of how data flowed through the application.)

The code was FORTRAN and the data dictionary was based in an Oracle database, all housed on a VAX/VMS system. I tweaked and reviewed code and tweaked some more, taking FORTRAN coding sheets home with me, working seven days a week, at least 12 hours a day. I even had the use of one of the earliest portable computers, a Compaq.

Portable is relative. The Compaq weighed about 20 pounds and looked like a huge toolbox, with amber and black screen. The operating system was DOS, and we had installed Lotus 123 on it to aid me in my effort. Unfortunately, the hard drive eventually crashed — they did this a lot — and we had to get it replaced.

Replacing the hard drive on the compuer wasn’t a problem, Boeing had spare hard drives. The real problem was that the Lotus 123 discs were locked down to the initial installation and we couldn’t use them on the new hard drive. Back in those days, software companies would alter the installation discs to prevent the discs being used more than once. We eventually had to go IBM to get new discs in order to install the software. .

Finally, I was finished with the application, everything was staged and ready to go. I started the program and sat back and waited. And waited. And waited. My application was running happily away, consuming the content of program file after program file, stuffing intermediate data into the database. A lot of data was getting stuffed into the database.

Gradually, and then more significantly, the system started to slow. My application was running at decreased speed, and I could hear engineers calling out to each other, trying to figure out what was going on. Finally, I received a frantic phone call from the DBA that whatever it was I was doing, I had to stop. Now.

My application had taken down the entire database system.

The program worked, but it worked too well. Just trying to process the intermediate data was more than the system could handle. Trying to use files and other storage systems and more efficient algorithms didn’t work – there was too much data, too deeply embedded into too much code.

I had to admit defeat.

I took my findings and a carefully prepared report of the problem into management and reviewed it with them. These were good people who listened and reviewed and concurred with me — it was too late to try and populate the data dictionary from the existing code base. The base was too big, and the coding practices of each of the contractors differed too drastically.

It was my first programming failure.

However, not all was doom and gloom. Peace Shield was a fun project, with an interesting and eclectic group of engineers. To reduce the stress of the project, the HR group would pull together fun little events that served to build team unity, and to break up the tension. One such event was a paper airplane contest, a once in a lifetime event when you consider the minds we had on the project. We ended up with creations that ranged from the simple but highly accurate ‘traditional’ paper planes, to a huge origami swan, and variations in between.

And then there was my entry: The Stealth Turnip.

Now, you’d have to see The Turnip to appreciate its beauty. Several strips of paper were pulled up around a central core, creating a turnip like shape, with venting to allow even flow of air. Streamers at the end were folded into a helicopter like shape, and the other end was gently flattened to give it a point. The inventors of the F16 couldn’t have been more proud. By my calculations, the Turnip should act as a powerless helicoptor, floating gracefully down to earth, immune to the puffs and breezes of air in a building that size.

The day of the contest dawned and we gathered in the central atrium, contestants on the third floor, spectators on the ground. One creation after another was let lose to float, or crash, to the ground. The swan was particularly graceless in its head over butt fall to the floor.

When my time came I stepped up, looked out over the assembled watchers, pulled back the hand holding The Turnip and let her go….

…whereby she promptly, quickly, and with amazing speed dropped like a rock straight down, earning the dubious distinction of being the plane to land furthest from the target.

I eventually gave The Stealth Turnip to my manager who was rather fond of it, as a remembrance of our working together. This was after Boeing closed down the operation having failed to meet the objectives the government provided.

Boeing lost 1.2 billion dollars on Peace Shield, and I met a project I couldn’t complete. I also designed a plane that couldn’t fly, and Lotus created software that couldn’t be reinstalled, on a computer that had a habit of throwing hard drives.

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Ephemerally yours

Sometimes I read something that reaches out of the page and touches me between the eyes; the touch vibrates throughout my body as if I were a wire strung between pegs, played by someone with infinitesimally deft skill.

Jeff Ward:

In the winter of 1989 I started experimenting with infrared flash photography. The success I had with it made me stop driving much farther than the local bars. It’s hard for me to date daylight photographs taken after that— they were few and far between. When moving some boxes around today, I stumbled on a box of 3 ½ inch floppies. I haven’t used them in years. I looked and saw that they were the letters that changed everything— private letters that changed my life when they became public…

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Weblogging

Well, that was a short good-bye

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

A scant two weeks ago I bid you all a tearful farewell, and now here I am again, in your face, on your blogrolls (I hope, still), and cluttering up weblogs. com.

Wait, though! Before you dismiss me as yet another weblogging addict (holding up cardboard sign saying ‘Links for the hungry! Will blog for food!’), hear me out. Give me a chance. I have excellent reasons for restarting:

Reason 1:

PorridgeBoy must be held somewhat accountable, with his dastardly plot to get me to weblog again. I had to give him something to pull that terrible photo of me, and he wasn’t interested in sex. Well, with me that is. (Maybe it was the photo — I really have to get one of those glamour pics…)

Reason 2:

Then there was Dave Winer’s Why We Blog. There are very few things that could have interested me in returning to weblogging more than reading the following, yesterday:

From there, I want to start an outline about what a weblog is, because there’s more to say. Maybe it’ll be a three-column table. In column 1, a topic. For example: Fact-checking. In the second column, how centralized journalism does it; and in the third column, how it works in the weblog world. That way, if someone understands how fact-checking works in the print world, they have a basis for understanding how it works when done in the open.

I’m sorry, but this was more than a flesh and blood woman can take. I mean really — did anyone think I would let something like this slide?

(I wonder if Dave did this deliberately?)

Reason 3

Josh Trevino had a bet with Meryl Yourish over at i330 about how long I would be gone, and I thought I wouldn’t disappoint either of them since they seemed to miss me so much.

Hi dears! I’m back! XXOOXXX

Reason 4

My friends, and this time without any preface of ‘weblogging’. I’ve had an extremely patient group of friends in the last month as I’ve literally bounced over every wall, and twice off the ceiling.

In particular, it was a phone call with a friend tonight that made me realize that the weblog wasn’t the root of my problems, and keeping it, or not, wasn’t going to make these problems go away. All I was doing was giving up something I really enjoy, and not gaining any peace in return.

(There’s a long, complex, and difficult story attached to this, which would only bore all of you. So it’s going unsaid.)

Yes, I do need to find a life, and today I went hiking in the woods and I didn’t think about weblogging, at all. (Of course, I was very sure there was a bear uncomfortably close and I was hiking by myself, and getting a pretty good adrenaline rush from the whole thing — but that’s a story for another day.)

And, yes, I do need to spend less time weblogging and more time with my professional writing (particularly since I have a tough RDF book deadline). But as Dorothea stated:

Blog however you want, whenever you want, as often or as seldom as you want. Use as much or as little of the technology as you care to. Adhere to common blogging formats or not, as you choose. Watch the big bloggers or not; pay attention to bloglomerations or not. If you feel you need permission to do any of these things, you’ve got mine, no questions asked, not least because I don’t believe you need it.

Fucking good advice. So I took it.

Reason 5

Sex.