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A Donut RFC?


Dear Members and Constituents,
The Internet –the massive network connecting the world which has forever changed the way we live—is, obviously, built on standards. Not surprisingly, these standards, known as RFCs, govern everything from making a phone call using IP (RFC3261) to how IP addresses are allocated on a private network (RFC1918). What is surprising (to me at least) is the acronym RFC itself. It stands for “Request for Comment.” That’s like calling the rules your children are supposed to abide by “Optional Behavior” or traffic laws “How Are We Doing?” Still, the Internet works well enough. The other day a club member brought RFC1149 to my attention. The grin-inducing “A Standard for the Transmission of IP Datagrams on Avian Carriers” is a couple of pages long and goes to prove some geeks have too much time on their hands. My favorite quote “The carriers [pigeons] have an intrinsic collision avoidance system, which increases availability.” So, how does this apply to donuts? Well, when another colleague who left the company a couple of weeks ago inquired about franchising the donut club, it occurred to me someone might want to draft a new RFC for the “Transmission of Cheer and Goodwill in a Corporate Environment”. What do you think, worth the pixels on which it’s displayed? Perhaps. Then again, why bother with a dry standard when we have fresh donuts ready to be consumed, courtesy of Nanette Zeile (donut girl).
Happy Friday!

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