Maggie’s drawers?
Well...I couldn't find an on-line picture of a 3-shot 1 inch group. My best group at 500 meters with my Bergara HMR 6.5 Creedmoor handloads.
I have spent many hours in the target pit marking target holes. We now use ShotMarker.
Posted on 12/11/2022 9:39:30 AM PST by Lazamataz
Maggie’s drawers?
3000 hours? Impressive!
Everything I know about computers goes back to the days of sequencing punchcards in the proper order. If you dropped the deck, you had to start over.
Nowadays, if I need tech support, I ask my grandson.
I’m a expert at f’n things up, then again, I’m a expert at fixin my f-ups most of the time.
I’m a expert at f’n things up, then again, I’m a expert at fixin my f-ups most of the time.
“An expert is a man from the next town over.” - Twain
No way to treat a C-6 or AOD.
If we didn't have one of these as a member at FR, we would have had to create one!
Maggie’s drawers?
Well...I couldn't find an on-line picture of a 3-shot 1 inch group. My best group at 500 meters with my Bergara HMR 6.5 Creedmoor handloads.
I have spent many hours in the target pit marking target holes. We now use ShotMarker.
I have found that “expert” is a very relative term. In a world of blind men, a one eyed man is an expert in sight.
When you are the age of 17, the reservoirs inside yourself (the reservoirs you look at to see how well you are doing in the game of life) are often out of synch.
At 17 years of age, The Reservoir of Knowledge and Understanding (what you KNOW you understand is filled nearly to the brim, and is on the verge of overflowing, and the Reservoir of Ignorance and Self-Acknowledged Stupidity is virtually empty, with only a few puddles and dampness at the bottom of a cavernous empty tank.
It is a most curious thing.
As I approach my Seventies, I often look inside at those two reservoirs to see how they are faring, and am often disconcerted to realize that the Reservoir of Knowledge and Understanding, the one that was chock full and spilling over the lip decades ago, has dropped its level. And it hasn’t dropped “just a little bit”, it is like opening that milk container and seeing there is just a skim of old, nearly sour milk sloshing around on the bottom. Barely enough to put in your coffee, and if there were enough, you aren’t sure you want to use that remnant of “The Milk of Knowledge” for it. It might be viable, but how can you tell for sure until you put it in your mouth? (mind).
It is deflating. You look at that vast, empty cavern of “The Reservoir of Knowledge”, and wonder if that is really all you ever knew to begin with, or...did the capacity of the reservoir invisibly expand over time because you simply weren’t paying attention and your knowledge level never rose along with it at the same rate?
But when you shift your eyes to look at the “Reservoir of Ignorance and Self-Acknowledged Stupidity”, you are shocked to see that the reservoir you paid little attention to, the one you laughed at and ignored at the age of 17 when the world was your oyster is threatening to overflow like a clogged toilet with the panic-inducing level rising before your very eyes, screaming at you to take action and prevent the imminent catastrophic spillage.
Where once were scattered puddles of ignorance and some degree of dampness, there now exists a deep, black, and fathomless depth. Looking at it, you have the feeling of being in the cold North Atlantic and the thousands of feet of frigid ocean, instead of looking aquamarine and light, as it would in the warm waters of the Abacos in The Bahamas, it looks malignant, black, foreboding, and impenetrable.
Now, at your advanced age, the “Reservoir of Ignorance and Self-Acknowledged Stupidity” is the one that seems to be close to spilling over from a lifetime of mistakes and missteps. It seems that just one more thoughtless action, one more pebble of ignorance, one more bit of ignorance thrown into it will cause the the contents to slosh outside of the container, staining it visibly for all to see.
You wonder-is that “Reservoir of Ignorance and Self-Acknowledged Stupidity” really full of all my ignorance, mistakes, and stupidities uncovered in my life or...did it change size too, while I wasn’t watching?
I know I am not alone in observing the levels of these two pools inside me, “The Reservoir of Knowledge and Understanding” and the “Reservoir of Ignorance and Self-Acknowledged Stupidity”.
What I believe I have come to understand over time, and it makes it more an instrument of humility than of vexation or terror, is that many of the things you saw at 17 in “The Reservoir of Knowledge and Understanding” didn’t just get in there an stay in there, although many did. Some of your core principles stay in there your whole life. What really happens is that there is an invisible pipe connecting the two reservoirs
“The Reservoir of Knowledge and Understanding” is not static or always being filled. Large portions of the contents of what you are sure you know are continually transferred over to “The Reservoir of Ignorance and Self-Acknowledged Stupidity”. It just happens so slowly and invisibly that you never perceive it. You learn things. You unlearn those same things, and they pass through that invisible pipe to get deposited in “The Reservoir of Ignorance and Self-Acknowledged Stupidity”.
But it isn’t that simple. For example, even though at some point in your life you may have a large portion regarding Santa Claus and all that you know about him in your “Reservoir of Knowledge and Understanding”, at some stage (usually early) you discover Santa Claus doesn’t exist in the way you were sure he did. He doesn’t have reindeer, live at the North Pole, deliver all presents to all kids everywhere at the same time, and your letters to Santa went to a dead drawer at The Post Office. So a lot of stuff gets transferred from the “Knowledge” reservoir the “Ignorance and Stupidity” reservoir.
But, as I said...it isn’t a one-to-one transfer. Because even if you transfer that stuff about reindeer and the North Pole out of Knowledge and into Ignorance/Stupidity, you create new things you keep behind.
You know that Santa Claus isn’t real. That goes over to the “Ignorance/Stupidity” reservoir. But you gain the knowledge that Santa Claus has positive meanings to some, so that “new” knowledge stays in the “Knowledge” reservoir.
And conversely, you have things over in the “Ignorance/Stupidity” reservoir that travel imperceptibly, silently, and invisibly from the “Ignorance/Stupidity” side across into the “Knowledge” side through that hidden pipe, and you may dimly recall that at one time, you simply hated Jazz because it was what your father listened to. You were ignorant of it. But as years went on, you understood that there were aspects of things in Jazz that someone was attempting to convey or technical aspects of the performance of it that you learned later in life as you learned to play an instrument yourself, and you came to appreciate jazz.
And you get a transfer from the “Ignorance/Stupidity” reservoir back into the “Knowledge” reservoir, and this transfer is cleaner, because you don’t need to FULLY remember how stupid you were to throw out the Jazz baby with the Jazz bathwater when you were twelve years old.
And so on.
But even still, with these examples, it doesn’t explain fully why, when you are filled with life experiences that your perception of what you know vs. what you don’t know changes so radically.
I think the root of it is that when you see, as you age, how many things you think you knew of but found you did not, you tend to take things wholesale out of the the “The Reservoir of Knowledge and Understanding” and place it, at least for safekeeping, into the “Reservoir of Ignorance and Self-Acknowledged Stupidity”. It makes the “The Reservoir of Knowledge and Understanding” emptier by comparison and the “Reservoir of Ignorance and Self-Acknowledged Stupidity” more full in the same way.
And so it is in the manner of being an expert on Free Republic (or anywhere else): No matter how good you are at something, no matter how talented you are, no matter the depth of your understanding, there is always someone who is better at it, more talented, and who understands it to deeper levels.
In cases like this, you learn not to regard it as a loss when someone has a better grasp on something than you do, but as something you can gain. You realize you don’t know everything, and have an opportunity to learn something new.
To me, that is the wonderful thing about encountering people on this forum, especially those who know more about things than I do.
To me, I am the blind man, and they are the One-Eyed Man. I simply have to determine if they really do have one-eye that I don’t, or if they are as blind as me and pretending to have that eye.
As for what I do and what I know, I have no problem recounting that here. I have concluded a long time ago that the mechanisms for finding out information about people based on snippets of information is trivial to those with access to the information, which means the entire government. So there is little in this post they could not glean from a history of my posts and visits, with the tools they have at their disposal.
As a kid, my dad was career Navy, our family saw the world as we traveled with him. When he retired, I went to the same school for two years in a row (a rarity) and graduated high school. I went into the Navy and did a four year tour as an Aviation Machinists Mate, finishing my tour as an E5. I spend a large portion of that enlistment working jobs on the flight deck, as a Plane Captain (Brown Shirt), Machinists Mate (Green Shirt), QC Petty Officer (Green Shirt), and Flight Deck Troubleshooter (White Shirt).
I was selected to work on my last deployment with the representative from Detroit Diesel Allison/Rolls Royce on a special project our squadron was chosen for to develop electronic flight engine monitoring systems for single engine aircraft to predict engine failure in single engine aircraft. This is standard equipment now, but it wasn’t back then.
I went to college to study Chemistry, and ended up getting two degrees, one in Chemistry, one in Nuclear Medicine. I worked clinically for about 10 years before I stepped into the IT world, and using my clinical expertise as a springboard, became involved in all aspects of medical imaging from an IT level. I am already past the age of retirement, but will keep working to finish two projects with my team, who treat me with great deference and respect, almost all of them are just over half my age. I am useful to my employer because of my accumulated knowledge of clinical workflow, billing, troubleshooting, remediation, and medical knowledge in general. It is a valuable combination, even if it is fairly narrowly focused.
As I approach retirement, I am developing other interests and hobbies such as 3D Printing and dictation of audiobooks, not to mention my enjoyment of riding an e-bike for pleasure OFF the roads where there are cars. I am also feeding my reservoir of knowledge on birds and their behavior. I have been a longstanding amateur historian of history in general, and American history in particular.
I have no problem with these statements on a public forum. I try (not always succeeding) to only say things here that I would say to someone’s face in person. Sure. Like many, I have made mistakes and said mean, outrageous and unfeeling things. I regret those those things I have said but know in my heart to be mean or hurtful, and endeavor to remediate them where I can. Those things are out there and can never be taken back, so I try to avoid saying them in the first place, but like many, I am occasionally a slave to my emotion, and not in a flattering way. But I am that way in real life, too.
I am an open book to my friends in real life and my friends online as to my sentiments about current events and our government. I may be ashamed of things I have said, but if ashamed of them, it means that I understand that I was cruel or wrong, and even if it doesn’t matter to the government or many here, it matters to me.
I always attempt to do better.
No Kidding! I did one once of elk. Just for myself and playing around with the materials.
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@ought-six: Nossir. Look closely at Leep's sentence. He knows ten times as much as someone who doesn't know nothing
That means that the knowledge is non-zero. It is not nothing.
Ergo, the math reads more correctly as: 10 x NonZeroNumber = 10NonZeroNumber.
@Leep: You crafty son-of-a-bitch, you. 😊
Yes, you’re right if one is speaking grammatically.
However, the proper use of grammar is something that is alien to most Americans; and the double negative has become so accepted in the American lexicon that when one encounters it, one assumes the intent was not a negation, but rather an affirmation.
I posit that Leep’s intent was the latter.
Isn’t this fun?
Ha! Well done, daniel1212! That would a big engine — a truck I’m guessing?
The steel-plate trim is a nice touch :- )
I walked a lot on that steel plate in the engine and boiler rooms of the Navy ships I served on. But the ship inspectors made sure the sailors manning the electrical panel stood on a rubber mat.
I am an expert of Quasi quiddity. Like small change often found under sofa cushions, so can odd bits of knowledge be found in the recesses of my mind.
So I guess you have what Scott Adams calls a good "multi-talent stack" -- and you showed how it paid off to cross-fertilize knowledge in multiple fields into new opportunities.
My wife and I have been in Japan on a 5-year resident immigrant status for about a month and a half now.
And last week I learned a lesson in "clinical workflow" when I visited the local hospital for some tests.
The doctor prescribed a daily drug and I took his prescription paper to the local drug store. There I was enlightened about a system used in Japan that would have great benefit for use in the U.S.
It's called a 'okusuri techo' or personal prescription record book. It wasn't easy to find an English reference to this, but here is one:
Japanese Pharmacy Basics: Prescription Record Books And Generic Medicine
The idea here is that each person carries with them a small (5" x 6") paper record book to document every single drug prescribed. Entries in the book are done by every pharmacy, not just the one who gave you the booklet. Each prescription in your medical history is printed on a self-stick paper label and pasted in the booklet -- no matter what hospital or drug chain you're using. Here's what it looks like:
So this is my new avocation: to find useful systems like this in Nippon and share what I learned.
I spent a couple of years over in Japan as a kid, and I loved it over there. Fascinating place. Definite culture shock for a kid back in the Sixties.
That is an interesting concept, almost like a passport for prescriptions. I can see the facility in that.
Epic is the 800 pound gorilla of the EMR world, and while there are things to like if implemented well, the prescription end of it can be distinctly odd and unweildy from a patient point of view.
I have to chalk this up to implementation, configuration, and permissions. I am sure there are reasons for it, but the bottom line is that it seems to get very cluttered, and it is difficult to have things removed unless you know who to ask to get it done, which most people don’t.
Most likely, and I like it, but I did not do it!
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