I got data yesterday. Sent from the Ghana Navy.
So I spent the entire day analyzing it.
Some people meditate.
I think that this is a similar part of the brain: like a prayer, almost. Analysis is for me: complete focus. Now its 1AM and I don't even remember where the last 12 hours went. Something to do with chocolate marzipan Rittersport and a swiggy made from kale, pomegranate, and acai puree. I also tend to bite the ends of my hair off.
And the sun set and I didn't leave the desk. My knee hurts where it folds underneath me.
And then I loaded the analysis onto an e-mail message and returned it to Ghana. I don't get paid for this. I do it because it matters.
Don't forget that: I was doing things that mattered when you stopped me.
The SAMP execution in Ghana finishes tomorrow. Eve's been trying to run it. I can't imagine the difficulty she's had, trying to put it together without analytical support. She's had my slides; my work. But it can't have been easy. And it is difficult to know what was lost.
More collateral damage for a decision that Sjors made years ago. Did you know that your lies would cost so many people so much?
Well, I did analysis anyway. And now they have something. It isn't much - and I have no way to follow-through for them - but its the best I can do under these circumstances. At least I'm awesome at this. :)
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