What I’m Blogging

Join Gigantic Concrete and see the world. Well at least North America. Well at least every gravel pit and cement plant at the end of the road in the middle of no where. But I digress.

…spending a lot of my time being bored…

I’m sitting in Terminal 2 gate E at Toronto Airport waiting for my incredibly small plane to take me on the first leg of my cross continent excursion. Gate E is the small bunker like building up against the fence. You have to take a shuttle bus to get here. There are no places to buy coffee or other types of junk food. The only benefit, is that I’m the only techno geek here at the moment, so I didn’t have to fight anyone for one of the power outlets to recharge my Camera/Laptop/Cell Phone. There is no Wi-Fi connection here, as there is in the main terminal, so I have to resort to the Sony Ericsson Edge PCMCIA card and go cellular.

This trip is a babysitting detail. I’m going to give the Finance site some warm fuzzies about their new Local Area Network that my guys put in on Friday night. The bean counters wanted someone on site in case the flashy new switches from Cisco failed to work. As that is only a 0.0023% probability, I will be spending a lot of my time being bored. Oh well, short end of the stick again.

…if a man will begin with certainties, he shall end in doubts…

It’s the birthday of English essayist, philosopher, poet, historian, and statesman Sir Francis Bacon, born in London, England (1561). He spent much of his intellectual life challenging Aristotle’s view that knowledge should begin with universal truths. He said, “If a man will begin with certainties, he shall end in doubts; but if he will be content to begin with doubts, he shall end in certainties.” In Novum Organum (1620), Bacon wrote that scholars should build their knowledge of the world from specific, observable details. His theory is now known as the scientific method, and is the basis of all experimental science. His scientific method eventually killed him. When driving in the country one day, he got the idea to test the effect of cold on the decay of meat, bought a fowl, and stuffed it with snow. Later that day he came down with a cold, which killed him.