The laundry room is on the basement level; the floor labeled
negative one. They do that here in Europe. I’m still formulating an opinion on
that.
My work is starting to reach its conclusion. The data has
been gathered and all that’s left is analysis, well, that and a write up of the
findings. This part of the process is necessary, but anticlimactic. The
highpoint of scientific research is the initial viewing of a graph. You have a
mental picture of what a “correct” data set should look like if your procedure
worked. With the ClampEx software, I can get an immediate, albeit rough, visual
representation of the data.
The whole data collection saga played out like an episode of
Batman (1960). First, Batman would meet that show’s foe and lose the initial
confrontation. Some time would go by and they’d meet again, this time they’d
stalemate. The third iteration would finally yield a win for the Batman. This three-act
structure is the skeleton of any classical adventure.
Like I mentioned earlier, that’s data collection. I was
grappling with the system for weeks; dragging my fingers across the many
control panels, clicking each button, toggling each switch, twirling each knob.
The best way to learn is through playful manipulation. I was proficient within
a few days, but mastery came slowly. I’m probably not even considered a master
yet, maybe an advanced acolyte?
Anyway, everything eventually worked out and I’m left with useable
that supports my hypothesis. Joy.
On a side note, I despise the exclamation point. I bring
this up because I’d like to apologize for using it in two informal, public posts
and a few informal, private posts.
TTFN
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