smarter than the average goals

[tim_maroney]

Today I read keith418's pieces on SMART goals for the OTO. The SMART formula seems workable enough, although I am always wary of smarmy, over-marketed planning models. We might ask why we should concentrate on goals and strategy rather than on requirements, whether a matrix organization or a traditional hierarchy would better fit the organizational goals,

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Re: "...at night, the ice weasels come." --- Saint N.

[tim_maroney]

Thank you very much for your efforts. Few can even understand you or me, so we know that we are very wise. How many could even grasp the reference you make? You are too kind to spell out the name -- I prefer to say simply HFvO and laugh at the fools. Their pampered liberal minds have gone soft with sentimentality and ressentiment, and they would only fall back to such politically correct arguments as quibbling over HFvO's (!) pamphlet of recipes for the flesh of the nibelung, as he referred to inferiors and degenerates. And how many more could overcome their inner weakness and short-sighted belief in "evil" and actually sample these recipes, discovering they showed extensive insight into the subtleties of the ingredients, which the bourgeois could never hope to grasp, raised as they are on vegetables and pudding? Their faltering indecision demonstrates their basic conflict over such core materials as III:11: "be upon them, o warrior, I will give you of their flesh to eat!" No, my friend, my cartoon sidekick, my love, only you and those few strong souls like us keep alive the dream.

Re: "...at night, the ice weasels come." --- Saint N.

[phygelus]

The problem as I see it is that the more advanced recipes are so abhorrent to their cultivated need for safety and stasis that they do not even attempt to prepare HFvO's spinach salad---the very first recipe in the pamphlet! Why do you think I keep insisting people review my collection of Popeye cartoons? They are unwilling to examine the basis of their tastes, and until they make that effort, they are like Choronzon crying "I yam what I yam" in the flickering waste of the abyss. Until they have progressed past eating the spinach, they will have no inkling of the superhuman strength that the few are called to in Liber Call me Al II:56: "Laugh while you still can, mockers! They laughed at me at the University, but now, now I will show them! Ahahaha!"