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eubToday's training session was interpersonal communication (as opposed to intra-). I wonder if there's an opening for a consultancy that goes to your more technically-oriented companies and does this professional-development training, which I think can be a fine thing, in a way tailored not to irritate your more rigorous-style people. Don't do this: organize teams of ten people and have each person independently free-associate ten words off of one probe word; then take the intersection of the ten lists, look for surprise that the intersection is empty, and conclude that people have different mental maps. They do, of course, but you can't conclude this from that. (Assume people did have the same mental maps, and this manifested as having the same probability distribution over English words with which they free-associate them in response to the given probe word. Say for simplicity we all generate uniformly from a set of a hundred words. Ten ten-word samples will intersect to nothing, almost certainly.) I noticed that people in the group did show differences in whether their lists were abstract versus specific, nouns versus verbs, and hoped we might look into that, but nope, all about the null-set intersection.
Similar distractions throughout. The nub of value was about different communication styles. I'm passing over in silence certain structure laid on top.
Oh, hell, I can't leave off without noting that at least ten minutes were selling the movie What the %^&#$^& do we know and how quantum physics says what it would say when it has Ramtha's hand up its hind end.</rant>
It was raining well this morning, but by the afternoon it was bright and clear. I ducked out and took pictures of the stones. Said hi to the fellow who does them; didn't ask him "so, what's the deal with this?" I mean, does he come at this as a street artist, or High Artist, or thoughtful panhandler who read about Andy Goldworthy, or what. And did he simply learn it by doing it? Drystone work, no dodges, at least on the one stone I watched him set. He was proud of that tall thin tower, and I would be too.
After work I took pictures of Lenin, and other lit things. Sadly, half of him is not working, some strings are pulled down, and there are crushed bulbs and shards of fine glass on the sidewalk. Nekulturnie. I suppose one has to consider glass on the sidewalk when one puts bulbs around, but bah.
Similar distractions throughout. The nub of value was about different communication styles. I'm passing over in silence certain structure laid on top.
Oh, hell, I can't leave off without noting that at least ten minutes were selling the movie What the %^&#$^& do we know and how quantum physics says what it would say when it has Ramtha's hand up its hind end.</rant>
It was raining well this morning, but by the afternoon it was bright and clear. I ducked out and took pictures of the stones. Said hi to the fellow who does them; didn't ask him "so, what's the deal with this?" I mean, does he come at this as a street artist, or High Artist, or thoughtful panhandler who read about Andy Goldworthy, or what. And did he simply learn it by doing it? Drystone work, no dodges, at least on the one stone I watched him set. He was proud of that tall thin tower, and I would be too.
After work I took pictures of Lenin, and other lit things. Sadly, half of him is not working, some strings are pulled down, and there are crushed bulbs and shards of fine glass on the sidewalk. Nekulturnie. I suppose one has to consider glass on the sidewalk when one puts bulbs around, but bah.
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Date: 2004-12-09 12:55 am (UTC)bleah, sorry for the bad experience.
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