Known Element Enterprises Corporate Blog

Well it’s official. I am presenting at SCALE 2006. Don’t know when I will be speaking (date/time) but there is an entry for me on the speakers page (http://socallinuxexpo.com/speakers/speakers_wyble.php). I am gonna be busy the rest of this month.

• Have to write my presentation. High level outline is done. Need to do some research for the main points etc. You all know how it goes. Outline. Fill in stuff. Re organize/outline. Prepare a first (and if your like me a 2/3/4th draft. And finally a final version. Whew! (And yes mom I do remember all you taught me about writing! You have been a very good example. Always focusing on spelling and grammar. I used to think it wasn’t a big deal. But it is. Thank you)
• Design my booth. I am not sure how to go about that. I want it to be functional and yet look nice. It should attract attention but not look like its trying to over shadow the other booths. Hmmm….. very difficult. Help!
• Build a proof of concept demonstration for my presentation. I want outlook to be able to do a send/receive and some basic functions (contact/calendar/message).
• Prepare a liveCD that will contain the latest version of the software and use Knoppix live packages to allow new versions to be installed. And then make about 1,000 copies.
• Continue working on the website. So much to do there.

So yes a busy month ahead. But it will be a lot of fun.

Going to stay at the hotel over a 4 day weekend (Friday/Saturday/Sunday/Monday). That way I can mingle with people and not feel rushed. There are several conference rooms at the hotel and I may reserve one if people wish to hack on the code or want more in depth help. Also a number of potential investors will be there and I may want to meet with them.

Yea Hah!

It seems my project (http://www.thewybles.com/~charles/oser) is attracting interest from all types of people and organizations. Looking over my webserver log today I noticed a variety of hits from various US navy sites. One of the more interesting sites is http://enterprise.spawar.navy.mil/ Very intriguing indeed.

KABINDA, ZAIRE–In a move IBM offices are hailing as a major step in the company’s ongoing worldwide telecommunications revolution, M’wana Ndeti, a member of Zaire’s Bantu tribe, used an IBM global uplink network modem yesterday to crush a nut.

Ndeti, who spent 20 minutes trying to open the nut by hand, easily cracked it open by smashing it repeatedly with the powerful modem.

“I could not crush the nut by myself,” said the 47-year-old Ndeti, who added the savory nut to a thick, peanut-based soup minutes later. “With IBM’s help, I was able to break it.” Ndeti discovered the nut-breaking, 28.8 V.34 modem yesterday, when IBM was shooting a commercial in his southwestern Zaire village. During a break in shooting, which shows African villagers eagerly teleconferencing via computer with Japanese schoolchildren, Ndeti snuck onto the set and took the modem, which he believed would serve well as a “smashing” utensil.

IBM officials were not surprised the longtime computer giant was able to provide Ndeti with practical solutions to his everyday problems. “Our telecommunications systems offer people all over the world global networking solutions that fit their specific needs,” said Herbert Ross, IBM’s director of marketing. “Whether you’re a nun cloistered in an Italian abbey or an Aborigine in Australia’s Great Desert, IBM has the ideas to get you where you want to go today.”

According to Ndeti, of the modem’s many powerful features, most impressive was its hard plastic casing, which easily sustained several minutes of vigorous pounding against a large stone. “I put the nut on a rock, and I hit it with the modem,” Ndeti said. “The modem did not break. It is a good modem.”

Ndeti was so impressed with the modem that he purchased a new, state-of- the-art IBM workstation, complete with a PowerPC 601 microprocessor, a quad-speed internal CD-ROM drive and three 16-bit Ethernet networking connectors. The tribesman has already made good use of the computer system, fashioning a gazelle trap out of its wires, a boat anchor out of the monitor and a crude but effective weapon from its mouse.

“This is a good computer,” said Ndeti, carving up a just-captured gazelle with the computer’s flat, sharp internal processing device. “I am using every part of it. I will cook this gazelle on the keyboard.” Hours later, Ndeti capped off his delicious gazelle dinner by smoking the computer’s 200-page owner’s manual.

IBM spokespeople praised Ndeti’s choice of computers. “We are pleased that the Bantu people are turning to IBM for their business needs,” said company CEO William Allaire. “From Kansas City to Kinshasa, IBM is bringing the world closer together. Our cutting-edge technology is truly creating a global village.”

I love to go to the schoolyard and watch the children jump and scream, but they don’t know I’m using blanks.

When I die, I would like to go peacefully, in my sleep, like my Grandfather did. Not screaming and yelling like the passenger in his car.

I think a pillow should be the peace symbol, not the dove. The pillow has more feathers than the dove, and it doesn’t have a beak to peck you with.

To me, it’s a good idea to always carry two sacks of something when you walk around. That way, if anybody says, “Hey, can you give me a hand?” you can say, “Sorry, got these sacks.”

I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. “You don’t have to tell me,” I said.
“I’m off the team, aren’t I?” “Well,” said Coach, “you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you’re
wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the
ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times.” It was all true what he
was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of
raw talent that he can mold. But that’s when I felt the handcuffs go on.

Even though I was their captive, the Indians allowed me quite a bit of freedom. I could walk freely, make my own meals,
and even hurl large rocks at their heads. It was only later that I discovered that they were not Indians at all but only
dirty-clothes hampers.