Womack Report

December 15, 2011

Harvard process starting up now

Filed under: General,School — Phillip Womack @ 4:17 pm

Got a message from James a few days ago.  It’s time to move on our Harvard applications.

We’ve talked about this for a while.  Years, actually.  He’s got his Army and West Point experience, and would like to add an MBA on top of it when he’s out of the army permanently.  Which makes very good sense.  He’s already got a good resume, and the business degree added on ought to put him in a strong position, wherever he goes and whatever he tries to do.  Plus, the government will cover grad school for him, under the GI Bill or one of the extensions to it.  That’s a pretty serious perk, and one he should take advantage of.

I’m involved because I’ve already got a business degree and experience, plus James and I get along well these days, and we make a good team.  We lived together for a while going to college earlier, and that was good times, right up until he was pulled off to Iraq. 

James has been batting this idea around for three or four years, now.  When he first suggested it to me, I was deeply sceptical of the whole plan.  School and I are not naturally agreeable to one another.  My first attempt, I went too slowly and ended up bailing out to go work again.  Second time through, at UHCL, I was a lot smarter, a lot harder-working, and had a much better plan, so I powered on through in two years.  And was happy to have gotten out the other side.  Why, then, would I be contemplating going back for more?

James managed to convince me that it would be a good plan.  Gave me a book on the subject, for one thing, which was a writer detailing his experiences at Harvard getting his MBA.  It generally lead me to believe that Harvard is qualitatively different from the education I’ve had in the past.  It’s faster moving, so I won’t get bored.  It’s practical and case-study focused, which is much more in line with the classes I enjoyed and have found useful.  It has a fixed, short duration; two years, and you’re out.  That’s a good timeframe for me.  It’s a highly respected program in general, and the professors I’ve known who were Harvard guys were some of the ones who impressed me the most.  That’s worth emulating.

Also, it’s in New England, and it would be interesting and fun to spend some time outside Texas.  Good to spend some time with James and Leticia.  Lots of upsides to this plan.

So, I’m in.  We’re putting in our applications now.  Trying to make a January 10th deadline.  It’s actually January 5th for me, since I’m going to be travelling from the 5th to the 10th.  That’s less than a month away, which is a little close, but I’m pretty sharp, so it should be doable.  Getting together references is likely to be the trickiest part, in terms of time.  If I miss the second round, there’s a third application round in April, but I’d rather be in by January.  Waiting until the last minute is not a winning strategy, in general.

All of which means it’s time to dust off the blog and start taking notes again.

February 28, 2010

Operation Don’t Be a Slug Commencing

Filed under: General — Tags: — Phillip Womack @ 11:16 pm

This evening, I started Operation:  Don’t Be A Slug.

This is the cunning secret code name of my exercise program.  I’m trying to get in shape.  Specifically, I’m trying to get into a shape that isn’t “pear”.

Tonight’s activity consisted of hanging a pull-up bar in one of my door frames, and following the directions for it.  The bar is advertised as the “Perfect Pull-Up” system, and was chosen on the scientific basis of being the cheapest one available at Wal-Mart.  Seems to work OK.  It has some goofy marketing-talk on the box about the workout routines that Navy SEALS use.  That’s goofy, but probably no hindrance to its functionality.

The bar came with a set of directions for a pull-up routine that seems pretty sensible and reasonable.  I’m using their suggestions right now, since I’m fairly ignorant about what constitutes a good workout.  Presumably, if they make exercise equipment they know how to use it.  It’s not rocket science at my level of fitness, anyhow.  I’m not looking to be Mr. Universe, I just want to be stronger and fight the pernicious effects of an office job on my physique.

You start by calibrating your workout to your capabilities, by doing as many pull-ups as you can sequentially.  Your MAX number, as they call it.

My Max was 5.  I’m not a pull-up expert, but this doesn’t strike me as an excitingly large number.  Gotta start somewhere, I guess.  The routine they have charted out takes 20 day.  We’ll see how things look after that.

I’m planning to keep posting here to keep myself honest.  Tonight I did a set of traditional pull-ups, a set of “Australian” pull-up, and a set of “Standing Rows”.  Which is fitness equipment speak for pull-ups done with your body vertical and supported only by your arms, horizontal with your feet on the ground, and at a 45 degree angle with your feet on the ground, respectively.

The obvious theory behind that is that each position reduces the amount of weight supported by your arms from the previous position.  Therefore, you can do more.  James has given out similar advice regarding push-ups in the past; do sets on your toes until you can’t, then put your knees down and continue until you can’t, because it reduces the weight you’re supporting.

Also good news:  Pull-ups seem way kinder to my arms than push-ups.  Not in the weight sense, but in the effect on my joints.  When I do push-ups, my right wrist, shoulder, and elbow start popping and creaking pretty quickly.  That didn’t happen tonight. 

Need to get a pad to lay out beneath me; the door I installed the bar in lets out over my tile floor.  I think my door frame is mechanically sound; it seems fine.  But if, some day, the bar were to come loose in the middle of a standing row I would not enjoy the landing very much.

February 10, 2010

New Gun

Filed under: General — Tags: — Phillip Womack @ 12:21 pm

Last Sunday, I got a new gun.  For very broad definitions of “new”. 

I was having lunch with my parents, Jeffrey, and Beth, and Dad told me Pa-Pa had sent me a gun.  This was completely out of the blue.  Had no idea it was coming.

The gun itself is a Stevens Model 87a.  Semi-automatic .22 rifle.  Older gun; my internet research says they were produced between 1938 and 1968.  This one has a couple characteristics that mark it as probably an earlier example.  Most likely a pre-war gun.  Veyy cool, that. 

The gun came from Uncle Alfred, a great-uncle of mine who died a few months ago.  Cancer.  That whole thing was really ugly.  His wife was going through his stuff, and his guns were there.  Pa-Pa asked her for the rifle to give to me.  That was incredibly thoughtful.  I really don’t know what to say about it.  I’ve wanted a .22 for a long time, and this gun is a particularly neat one, because of the age and the family history.

The gun itself is in pretty good shape.  It has a plastic, or “Tennite” stock, which is fairly weird.  The plastic is wood-colored, but they clearly didn’t have the technology to do really convincing fake wood; it’s just shades of brown swirled together.  Looks OK.  The whole gun is forward-heavy because the stock is so light.  Sits well on your shoulder, though.  Good feel to the gun.

Stevens Model 87a

Ready to be cleaned.

 You can see the gun there in that picture.  The white stuff on the stock is some sort of mold that spread on it. Not sure exactly what it is.  Doesn’t seem to have harmed anything.  These pictures are all from me setting the gun out to take it apart and clean it the first time.  In the background you can see Grandpa’s .30-06, because I figured that as long as I was cleaning guns I might as well run a swab down the bore of his rifle while I was at it.  I had his gun from an earlier hunting trip this year. 

Notice the gills!

There’s a closer look at the action.  This sort of gun is commonly called a “gill gun” on the internet gun sites I’ve visited.  You can see the reason there in the picture.  Those vertical fins on the receiver are the gills.  When you open the slide, you can see all the way through the receiver.  

That round handle on the action locks in to prevent the gun from automatically cycling.

 

Here’s the other side of the receiver.  Fairly conventional look, although you don’t see many round handles anymore.  At least, I don’t.  The gun is semi-automatic, but only with .22 Long Rifle ammunition.  It’ll shoot .22 shorts and .22 longs, but you aren’t supposed to use the gun in semi-auto with those.  I assume it’ll jam if you try, since the rounds are a different size and might not have enough force to work the slide correctly.  When the slide is fully forward, you can push that round handle in to prevent the action from working automatically.  Then it can be used similarly to a bolt action.  The handle can also lock the slide fully back.

See the white mold on the underside of the tube magazine?

See the white mold on the underside of the tube magazine?

Here I’ve detached the barrel and magazine from the stock.  More white mold.  The gun and stock were very dirty, in the manner of a machine that has been oiled and left to sit for a long time.  Not mistreated, but not thoroughly scraped out in years.  Has sort of an odd smell, which I think is the mold.

Lots of fiddly parts here.

Lots of fiddly parts here.

Here’s the trigger assembly and firing mechanism.  Lots of small parts and springs.  That’s a huge difference from more modern guns; most of the newer guns I’ve worked with try to minimize springs that get lost easily.  Here, there’s about five individual springs that will try to go flying across the room and hide under the stove if you aren’t careful.

There are a bunch of little pins in the mechanism that look like they should be removable, but have been replaced with permanent rivets.  I suspect Uncle Alfred got tired of trying to fit everything back together or lost some pins, and decided to fix it for good.  Also, the safety is installed wrong.  It works, but it doesn’t click into place.  Whoever put it together last reversed two pieces.  I fixed that when I reassembled it.

Here's where you hope you remember how to put it back together.

Here's where you hope you remember how to put it back together.

Here’s the gun totally apart.  Minus the trigger mechanism with its permanent rivets.  I spent more than an hour using rags and toothpicks to clean everything up.  Went back together pretty easily, although I had an exploded diagram I found on the Internet for help.  Almost left two little screws out at the end, but I caught them.

I cycled a few rounds through, and everything seems to be in good shape.  The action grabs cartridges and ejects them properly.  Still haven’t fired the gun; that’ll have to wait until this weekend, when I can get out to a range.

Still, I’m pretty pleased about the whole thing.

June 9, 2009

I wish James was home.

Filed under: General — Phillip Womack @ 9:29 pm

Mom and Dad are out of town this week.  I was supposed to be in my house by now, but that got delayed.  Seller screwed up some paperwork, so I won’t be able to close until the end of the month.

Mom and Dad want to be able to put their house on the market right after they get home, so they asked me to move James’s stuff to a storage unit.  A lot of that stuff was going to go to my house, but we’ve had to switch plans.

I’ve spent a couple hours now moving James’s stuff downstairs and staging it to put it in his truck and take it to the storage place.  And it’s just been an incredibly painful process.  I didn’t expect this. 

I’m not usually a sentimental person.  Lord knows, I don’t give a rip about any of my own stuff.  I’ve always thought it was ridiculous how much junk James has piled up here.  But when I try to touch it, to look at it, to pick it up and move it, it’s like touching his life.  Here’s a bunch of West Point stuff; he spent four years there, with us only seeing him on holidays.  His West Point ring, Class of ’08, is sitting on a box of playing cards.  What can I do with that?  That thing is important.  It should be on his finger, and that finger should be here, where we can see him.

And the ring isn’t the worst of it.  There’s a cardboard box full of magazines and newspapers.  Obvious trash.  Except the first magazine cover is showing Saddam Hussein when he was captured.  And the next one is about soldiers.  And one of the newspapers looks like it’s written in Arabic, and they’re all about Iraq.  Where he served, when he got called up from where we were living together and going to SFA.  They’re all about him, and how can I take that box out of the house and put it in a storage container?

There’s a shaving bag, with his initials.  I have one like it with my initials.  That should be safe.  Razors and toothbrushes.  Except it jingles when I pick it up, so I peek inside.  It has his insignia.  Dozens of little pins from units he’s served in.  Buttons.  Crests.  some patches.  Two little pins that look like a pair of playing cards, ace and jack of spades.  Those mean something.  They’re pieces of his life, his past.

His camera, from high school.  His weirdly eclectic DVD binder.  His collection of beer bottle caps.  All his army books.  Lots of Bibles.  Bibles of various shapes and sizes, different translations.  I mean, I have a bunch of Bibles, too, that family have given as gifts.  But James’s are different.  Literally different, as in didn’t come from the same source.  He bought these himself, or was given them by people outside the family.  Four or five of them.  Eight or nine pairs of shoes.  All his clothes.  A compass that’s gritty with sand; easy guess where that came from.  His diploma.  A long box that I’m pretty sure is a display case for his sword.

It hurts.  I didn’t expect it to hurt, and there’s no good reason for it.  He’s not in trouble.  He’ll be home in less than three weeks.  This should be the easy part.  Heck, I exchanged some emails with him just this week.  It’s not like I’m worried about his safety.  I just want him to be around.  I want to see him.  I want to talk to him.  What I don’t want to do is go and pick up a roomfull of his life and take it to some sterile garage in a U-Haul building.

I’m sitting here weeping, and I absolutely dread going back and working at it again.  It’s ridiculous.  I’m going to keep moving stuff.  I said I would, and I do what I say I will do.  Besides which, if it affects me like this, I can only imagine how painful it would be for Mom and Dad to have to move it.  But I’d rather do just about anything than go back in there right now.

I want my brother to be home.  I want to have my house, so that I can set up a room for him, and put his stuff in there, and give him a key to the door, and then say to him, “Look!  Here is a place for you!  Stay here!  Make this your home!  Come and go when you want, do what you need to do, but always return to us.  You’re my brother, and you’ll always have a home with me.  Things are better when you’re near, I’m better when you’re near.”

I want James home.

February 4, 2009

No updates in a while.

Filed under: General — Phillip Womack @ 4:16 pm

I haven’t been good about updating this page for a while.  I’ve been too busy with work.

Work itself is going well.  I think I’ve mostly settled in.  I won’t be saying much more that that; I’ve been asked to keep the company off of my private website, which is fair enough.  That’s also why two previous posts have vanished. 

I primarily use this space as a personal journal anyhow; as far as I know, no one besides me and spam robots reads it on any regular basis.  There’s a valid point to be made that putting my personal thoughts about privileged conersations up in a public medium isn’t a good idea, so I’ll quit that.

Otherwise, things are mostly going well.  House hunting is frustrating.  James will be getting sent to Afghanistan in a few weeks; that’s going to be tough on everyone, but we knew what the score was.  Need to do some more drawing before I forget how.

December 1, 2008

Organizational Behavior, November 30 2008

Filed under: General — Phillip Womack @ 12:09 pm

Had a fire drill in the middle of class.  Irritating.

November 25, 2008

Why Health Insurance Will Never Work

Filed under: Economics,General — Tags: — Phillip Womack @ 4:34 pm

So, I’ve been thinking about nation health care lately.  It’s been in the news, and people have been discussing it on a forum I visit.  By “discussing”, of course, I mean condescending to people who disagree with them and glossing over any inconvenient facts they encounter along the way.

I normally fall on the less-government side of things.  I’m fairly conservative, occasionally flirting with libertarianism.  I don’t like expansion of government into, basically, anything.  However, I’m conditionally in favor of a national health-care system, after thinking about it a bit.  I’m writing down why, here, so that I can remember it later.

The reasons I’m in favor of a national health care system boil down to two bullet points:

  1. It’s inevitable that we’ll get something along those lines, whether it’s government-mandated private insurance or public provision.  We already have the start of it, and we’re going to see more, not less.
  2. Health insurance cannot be done efficiently without coercion.  Won’t work.  Private companies and individuals aren’t, ideally in the position to exercise lots of coercive power over each other, while coercive power is the government’s stock in trade.

I consider point 1 to be relatively obvious, and not very interesting, so I’m ignoring it for the moment. 

Point 2 is the controversial area.  Why can’t uncoerced health insurance be efficient?  Two words:  perverse incentives.

Perverse incentives means that the various parties, if they act in a rational way, will generally undermine the system.  Any system with too much in the way of perverse incentives will eventually break, usually quickly, unless something from outside the system is propping it up.

The health insurance business is chock full of perverse incentives.  The general business model of a health insurance company is thus:  A private citizen makes periodic payments to the insurance company, whether in good health or poor health.  If the citizen is in poor health, however, the insurance company makes payments back to that citizen.  Simple enough.  If the citizen is generally in good health, the company will turn a profit on the deal, and the citizen will lose money overall.  If the citizen is in poor health enough of the time, or to a large enough extent, the citizen will turn a profit and the company will lose money on the transaction.

So, if we assume both parties are rational actors, it becomes obvious that they’re in direct conflict with each other.  A rational individual will only want health insurance if he thinks he’ll be unhealthy enough to get more value back than he spends.  A rational company will only want to insure people who are healthy enough that they’ll pay in more than they get out.  Essentially, each side can only win if the other side loses.  That being the case, however, neither side really has any incentive to do business with the other.  If I’m running a health insurance business, the only customers I want to have are the ones who want nothing to do with me, and the only customers who want me to insure them are the ones I actively want to avoid insuring.  If all participants in the market are rational, the market should cease to exist; we’ll all go our seperate ways and nobody will have health insurance.

(This, by the way, is a common fault of insurance systems in general.  Insurance only really works well for all participants when you’re insuring against truly unpredictable events.  If either side has a good way of telling whether the insurance will have to pay off or not, it can stick it to the other side.)

This might seem to fly in the face of current reality, where private insurance companies DO exist and DO provide insurance for individual.  To that, I argue that the world is complicated.  First, the insurance companies, by making deals with employers, have managed to rope a lot of people into paying for insurance who will not really benefit from it.  Conversely, a lot of individuals have managed to force insurance companies, through the same means, into insuring people who are going to cost more than they’ll ever possibly bring in.  This sort-of works, but it’s a kludge and it has a pretty spotty success record.  Lots of people on both sides are unhappy.  At the same time, insurance companies make much of their money by extracting it from the doctors and hospitals through ruthless cost control; that’s hardly a stable situation.  If private insurance can only work so long as it’s able to extract resources from people who neither provide nor consume health insurance, it’s doomed.

In a healthy market, transactions are essentially win-win.  When I buy something, it’s because I value that thing more than the money I spend to acquire it; likewise, the seller values my money more than the thing he is selling.  In the insurance market, however, all transactions are win-lose; they are necessarily adversarial.  The only question is who wins and who loses at the end of the day.

Enter the government.  The major difference between the government and private organizations is this:  the government can force individuals to act against their rational interests.  Private organizations, generally, cannot, and we like it that way.  Governments can exercise coercive force on citizens.

The only way health “insurance” works financially is if some people in good health pay into the system more than they will extract from it, and that surplus money is used to cover the costs of the people in poor health who will extract more money than they will put in.  Private companies have to convince healthy people to voluntarily give them money in exchange for, essentially, nothing, and that is hard to sustain.  Government can simply tax healthy people and give the money to unhealthy people.  Government “health insurance”, then, is not actually insurance in any sense.  It’s wealth redistribution.

I’m not, in the abstract, in favor of wealth redistribution.  I do, however, think wealth redistribution can work, while health insurance cannot possibly.  Taking money from some group of people to give to another group can be handled in a straightforward fashion, and everyone can know what’s going on.  See Social Security.

November 24, 2008

Organizational Behavior, November 24 2008

Filed under: General — Phillip Womack @ 12:04 pm

Dealing with conflict today.  Was late to class.  I hate it when I do that. (more…)

November 3, 2008

International Managment, November 3 2008

Filed under: General — Phillip Womack @ 3:50 pm

Had a quiz in class today.  Did pretty well on it. (more…)

October 15, 2008

Strategy, October 15 2008

Filed under: General — Phillip Womack @ 3:44 pm

Strategic class. (more…)

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