20 Jan 2002 #0203.html

Mapping Spread-Sheets

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Dear Paul and Kate, Melanie and Jared, Bridget and Justin, Sara, Ben and Sarah, Heather, Audrey, Rachel, and Matt via hardcopy,

cc: file, Tony Hafen, Pauline Nelson via mail, Sara and Des Penny, Lloyd and Luana Warner, Diane Cluff, and Maxine Shirts.

Welcome to "Thoughtlets." This is a weekly review of an idea, belief, thought, or words that will hopefully be of some benefit to you, my children, with an electronic copy to on-line extended family members. Any of you can ask me not to clutter your mail box at any time.

"Ben and Sarah and Ethan, we received your package. Matt was jumping up and down and really excited. I wished I would have had the camera on to catch the moment. Andrea and I love the picture of the three of you.

Before I write about mapping spread-sheets, I want to pass on a couple of stories that were sent. On the 7th of January, Audrey sent the following with the header: `I really liked this story and message about the power of love. I thought that you would like it, so here it is. It made me cry...'

`Subject: You are my Sunshine Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling. They found out that the new baby was going be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his sister in Mommy's tummy. He was building a bond of love with his little sister before he even met her. The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen. In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three, every minute. But serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of labor. Would a C-section be required? Finally, after a long struggle, Michael's little sister was born. But she was in very serious condition. With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St.Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee. The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatrician had to tell the parents there is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst. Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special room in their house for their new baby but now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral. Michael, however, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister. I want to sing to her, he kept saying. Week two in intensive care looked as if a funeral would come before the week was over. Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. Karen decided to take Michael whether they liked it or not. If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never see her alive. She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket. The head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed, "Get that kid out of here now. No children are allowed." The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He is not leaving until he sings to his sister" she stated. Then Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. After a moment, he began to sing. In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray." Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond. The pulse rate began to calm down and become steady. "Keep on singing, Michael," encouraged Karen with tears in her eyes. "You never know, dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away." As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr. "Keep on singing, sweetheart." "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms." Michael's little sister began to relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her. "Keep on singing, Michael." Tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glowed. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't take my sunshine away..." The next, day...the very next day...the little girl was well enough to go home. Woman's Day Magazine called it The Miracle of a Brother's Song. The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's love. NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE.'


Thanks Audrey. It made me cry too. And I sing a prayer for those I love every night. Hopefully it will make it through the smut and pollution of these `enlightened times.' Whatever the case, I am comfortable with where I lay my head, similar to in the following story, sent to me by my friend Steve Joseph:

`( Thought you may enjoy this ) The Empty Chair A man's daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray with her father. When the minister arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows. An empty chair sat beside his bed. The minister assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit. "I guess you were expecting me," he said. "No, who are you?" said the father. The minister told him his name and then remarked, "I see the empty chair; I figured you knew I was going to show up." "Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man. "Would you mind closing the door?" Puzzled, the minister shut the door. "I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man. "But all of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head." "I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued, "until one day four years ago my best friend said to me, "Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus. Here is what I suggest. Sit down in a chair; place an empty chair in front of you and in faith see Jesus on the chair. It's not spooky because he promised; 'I'll be with you always '. "Then just speak to him in the same way you're doing with me right now." "So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day. I'm careful though. If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm." The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to continue on the journey. Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil, and returned to the church. Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her daddy had died that afternoon. "Did he die in peace? he asked. "Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me he loved me and kissed me on the cheek. When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him dead. But there was something strange about his death. Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on the chair beside the bed. What do you make of that? The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said, "I wish we could all go like that." Just send this to four people and do not break this, please. Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. I asked God for water, He gave me an ocean. I asked God for a flower, He gave me a garden. I asked God for a friend, He gave me YOU.'


Today's thoughtlet started on the streets of Ipswich, England back in 1971. For what it is worth, many of those we baptized came from tracting. In case some of you are not acquainted with tracting, it was where we went from door to door to ask people if we could tell them about the restoration of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, modern day prophets, and new scriptures supporting the bible. Most doors were quietly shut in our faces. Some were slammed. Once, in Cantebury I had a man go after me with a pitchfork, telling me to get off of his property. Once in Norwich, I was physically thrown out of the office when I asked permission to put up a street board in front of his shop. Needless to say, tracting is not the favorite activity of most missionaries.

I had two years of college behind me, and had spent the summer of 1970 working at Pan American (later Amoco and now BP). Since geophysicists had been the number two users of digital computing since the Geophysical Analysis Group at MIT (the U.S. Defence Department was number one) in the late 1940's, I was acquainted with computers and their capabilities. I had also spent summers at New Mexico State University with the J.E.S.S.I. Program (Junior Engineers And Scientists Summer Institute, see ../9703.html), and at Oregon State University (../9715.html). I had spent hours building tables of seismic interpretation picks (shotpoint location vs travel time to various horizons) and having them typed onto punch cards for mapping and digital display. Today, this would all be done with spreadsheets.

In Ipswitch, we lived in the apartment on Christchurch Street. Missionaries had been in the apartment for several years. There were many little books with notes about all of the tracting that had been done by various missionary companions. As I recall, I figured missionaries knocked on every door in Ipswitch every two years. They reminded me of the sheets of seismic interpretation picks I had filled out for the geophysicists I worked with at Pan American. So, starting back then I began to imagine what we now know as a portable computer, or a PDA (Personal Digital Assistant). I could see this would be a way in which missionaries could make a couple of notes about the response of people at the door, simply to keep track of what was learned on each of the streets we tracted, so the next time we wouldn't come to each door cold. Of course, with all of the house selling and buying now, this is probably somewhat of an irrelevant idea. However, the technology is certainly available to keep track of who has sold and purchased which house on various streets, which could prove to be useful information for missionaries.

When Bill Bavinger (../9803.html) first taught me about Select Phone, I remember thinking about how it related directly to those days in Ipswich. The web pages we built for a test of mapping spread-sheets is still on my web site (see http://www.walden3d.com/SIC). Bill did a sort of all of the companies in the United States with SIC code 15. SIC stands for Standard Industrial Code, and is the basis for taxing by the U.S. Government. It is also how the yellow pages are organized. SIC code 15 defines businesses who do building construction - general contractors and operative builders. Select Phone sells a set of CD's, updated quarterly, which have all public phones in the United States listed. This includes three levels of SIC codes, and, of course, residential phones. For each phone, there is also a longitude, latitude, which is suppose to be plus or minus 5 meters from where the phone jack is located. In the maps referenced above, which have a time stamp of 29 August 1996 on them, red shows the number of businesses for IG5 (Infinite Grid(SM) level 5, 7.5 minutes longitude x 3.75 minutes latitude). Anything red highlights grid cells with between 400 and 1,400 businesses per grid cell. The input data was simply a large spread-sheet derived from the Select Phone CD's. Mapping spread-sheets was done using one of my Landmark licenses down at Interactive Interpretation & Training. I see tremendous use for this technology, say by a power company that wants to take advantage of decentralization of electricity providing in Texas.

As with most of my work, and specifically with regards to all of the effort done on the Infinite Grid(SM) over the last year (see ../0039.html, ../0042.html, ../0048.html, ../0101.html, ../0103.html, ../0106.html, ../0108.html, ../0113.html, ../0120.html, ../0126.html, ../0128.html, ../0136.html, ../0143.html, ../0144.html, ../0146.html, and ../0151.html), I have had in my mind it could be very useful for building up the Kingdom of God on Earth. This, of course, goes back to those days when walking the streets in Ipswich, Suffock, England. So yesterday, since I needed to get ready for ward council committee ths morning in my calling as Ward Activities Committee Chairman, I decided to do a demonstration. We have a new Katy Stake Directory for 2002. I typed the new list for Nottingham Country Ward members into a spread-sheet. Then I got out my Select Phone CD's and extracted the longitudes and latitudes for each member's house. It is interesting who has unlisted phone numbers in the ward. For those individuals, I simply got the longitude and latitude of neighbors and then interpolated or extrapolated to get the location of their house. Then I got out my 1993 DeLorme Street Atlas of the US and took a screen capture of the ward. It is really out of date, not even showing Kingsland Boulevard going through to Barker Cypress and missing many of the new subdivisions to the east. However, using SpotFire, I was able to build a map with the location of all members of the ward shown on it by mapping spread-sheet longitudes and latitudes.

Given this basis, I can now quickly create maps of the ward for all kinds of uses. For instance, say the Elders Quorum President wants a map of his Home Teachers homes, and where the families they home teach live, then I simply put another column in the spread-sheet, put a 1 for home teaching companions and a 2 for the families they home teach. And them by mapping spread-sheets, there is a map that shows up. As an introduction to the idea, I used the process to show where the Dinner Group Hosts lived, and then to select those families who live nearest to them to attend the pot-luck dinner at their house. Then I made copies of the maps and gave them to the hosts today. It will be interesting to me to see if it takes another 30 years for this to go the the next stage of usability (I was walking the streets of Ipswich over 30 years ago).

In regards to this week, it was too quiet. I did more updating on my resume. It is amazing to me, looking back at the last time I touched this, to realize the deep impact and total loss of self accompanying the divorce. Oh well! We get back up and do as good as we know how to. I spent some time putting together a proposal for funding Dynamic to go to NAPE (the North American Prospect Exposition) the 31st of January and the 1st of February (see http://www.walden3d.com/dynamic/nape). I have been unsuccessful as of yet to raise any money. I went to the GSH lunch on Tuesday and talked to Ron Abshire, a Landmark salesman now at Alliant Technologies, about helping me raise the money. I called and went by several others folks offices to talk about it. Wednesday morning I gave an hour presentation across the web to Steve Rutherford at Anadarko. At 1:00 I met Chuck Edwards at Hobby Airport, and he took me to Dallas to meet with his client Lawrence Technologies. I was back at the house about 8:30 Wednesday night. Ben and Sarah, I considered dropping in on you guys to listen to Ethan. I didn't because of my insecurities and because I had an important lunch with Bob Peebler, now at Energy Virtual Partners (EVP) on Thursday. Both the meeting in Dallas and the lunch went well. I hope to close a retainer with the Dallas folks this week. And there will not be an opportunity to do any work with EVP until at least February.

Friday morning Andrea and I went to the temple. It was nice to be in the safety and security and peace of the temple. The afternoon was spent cleaning up a 3 foot pile of papers in my office. In the evening Andrea and I went to Dave and Rachele William's for the annual High Priest's White Elephant gift exchange. It was as fun as usual. Quiet, reserved, seminary teacher Becky Schultz sat next to me. She described this lovely gift she got last year at the same party, which she was so pleased with because it has her initials on the bottom. It has these sticks that move in and out as you rotate another stick around. My Mom and sister will recall what it is, because on the bottom it says `B.S. Grinder,' and B.S. does not stand for Becky Schultz. What a wonderful High Priest Quorum we have. It will be hard to move from Houston and to leave this group.

Saturday morning I went out to Peckham Park in Katy with Matt to watch him fish with the scouts. It was cold, and I left for choir practice before he caught anything. I was working on the PC upstairs mapping spread-sheets when he came home with 3 8"-12" rainbow trout. His first fish. Needless to say, I ended up cleaning them. He did help. Andrea cooked them for lunch, and they were very good. Made me homesick. I worked on the maps and creating the ward calendar for the next two months until about midnight. Rachel stayed out late to watch a movie. Rachel, it is wonderful how you have the respect, or is it self- confidence, to call and tell us your plans and then to come in and tell us when you get home. Thanks.

Ward Council was at 8:15 this morning, choir practice at 10:30, and Matt was one of the youth speakers in Sacrament meeting at 11:00. Matt, you do a wonderful job in speaking at church. Gospel Doctrine was about the Abraham manuscripts. Marian Pickerd is the teacher and asked me to talk about the Book of Abraham. I've written too much again, and so I'll save this story for another time. Those of you who are Egyptologists will really enjoy this bit of history when I get around to writing it out. We had Lesson 2 from the writings of Harold B. Lee in Priesthood meeting. I was asked to teach next week about receiving the blessings of the temple (0204.html). This afternoon I watched the last part of `True Grit' with John Wayne and Glen Campbell. Brought to mind when the centennial of the joining of the transcontinental railroad was celebrated at Promontory Point. Uncle Bill Krueger was in charge of this for the U.S. Parks Service, and I was invited to come up and stay with them in Brigham City and to attend. John Wayne and Glen Campbell were two of the guests at this event. Then this evening after Family Home Evening we watched Enterprise, the new Star Trek show. Matt and I have had a couple of interesting discussions. He doesn't have a 3-D accelerator card for the PC upstairs, and so he can't play his new game except on the PC I have borrowed from SpotFire. It reminds me of the scene in the church movie `Man's Search For Happiness' where the couple is at the carnival, striving to win a prize, then it gets dropped and broken, and the narration points out true happiness is never found in worldy things. Maybe someday I will have enough data organized I can prove this to all of you. In the meantime, I hope you are successful in whatever you are pursuing, including mapping spread-sheets."

I'm interested in sharing weekly a "thoughtlet" (little statements of big thoughts which mean a lot to me) with you because I know how important the written word can be. I am concerned about how easy it is to drift and forget our roots and our potential among all of distractions of daily life. To download any of these thoughtlets go to http://www.walden3d.com/thoughtlets or e-mail me at rnelson@walden3d.com.

With all my love,
Dad
(H. Roice Nelson, Jr.)

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Copyright © 2002 H. Roice Nelson, Jr.