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This is the American National Standard from the ESD Association for Electrostatic Discharge Sensitivity Testing - Charged Device Model (CDM) Component Level, approved as of 2001:
http://www.arie-grushka.co.il/contect/ANSI-ESDSTM5.3.1-1999.pdf
My father was part of the Working Group that approved this standard and he is acknowledged as such on the fourth page of this standard.
It covers what happens and how to test and harden components from having an ESD event or, translation: keeping your iPod from frying from static electricity when you accidentally rub it against your wool sweater.
Yeah, Pop. I paid attention to the lectures.
This Working Group was one of the last ones my father participated in before his death. It is, in many ways, one of the last pieces of his life's work, in conjunction with these other people.
In his life, he created 22 patents.
22 separate patents.
http://www.boliven.com/patents/search?q=%22Hugh+M.+Hyatt%22
It's all "small" technology. But it's in every electronic device on the planet. If not his work, other's that use his research and patents as their foundation.
I remember him telling me a story about hearing his name called out of a presentation hall at an IEEE convention one year. He stepped inside, thinking someone was looking for him, only to discover that it was the end of a presentation and the presenter was giving his references for his paper. Out of ten citations, seven of them were citations from seven different papers my father had written.
He said that was when he realized just how much he had done in the field.
It was when I realized that he was one of the founding minds of ESD research and development and it bent my brain.
He was just my Dad.
I'm writing these things down every year, and acknowleding this day for a lot of reasons. One, I can barely write this without crying and once a year, I steel myself and I make myself remember. Because when you go to search engines and put in my father's name, not a lot comes up. His work in many ways exists outside of the Web and is not well documented. He's not in Wikipedia. But he should be. Like the current he played with his whole life, he's everywhere in the world, but invisible. This is my way of making him visible, if briefly, like lightning. A shock to the retinas, but remembered.
Because that was what he was like. Lightning. Incredible from a distance. Close up, if you weren't grounded, he could leave you charred to a crisp. If you held your ground? Well, ask a survivor what it's like to be struck by lightning or someone who's felt what it's like to feel 100kV run through their body harmlessly.
It's exhilirating. But a bit hard on the nerves.
And yet, he could be the world's biggest softie. Generous beyond measure when he was flush. Gregarious to a fault and could talk your ear off into the wee hours of the morning and then be right back up with the dawn, insisting that it was time for coffee and eggs and the paper, and get up, get up, get up!
I am the woman I am today largely because of him. We were often in opposition as I grew into adulthood.
I joke that I am the Mad Scientist's Beautiful Daughter.
I miss him horribly.
My daughters will never know him.
So I write. I record. I remember. For them.
http://www.arie-grushka.co.il/contect/ANSI-ESDSTM5.3.1-1999.pdf
My father was part of the Working Group that approved this standard and he is acknowledged as such on the fourth page of this standard.
It covers what happens and how to test and harden components from having an ESD event or, translation: keeping your iPod from frying from static electricity when you accidentally rub it against your wool sweater.
Yeah, Pop. I paid attention to the lectures.
This Working Group was one of the last ones my father participated in before his death. It is, in many ways, one of the last pieces of his life's work, in conjunction with these other people.
In his life, he created 22 patents.
22 separate patents.
http://www.boliven.com/patents/search?q=%22Hugh+M.+Hyatt%22
It's all "small" technology. But it's in every electronic device on the planet. If not his work, other's that use his research and patents as their foundation.
I remember him telling me a story about hearing his name called out of a presentation hall at an IEEE convention one year. He stepped inside, thinking someone was looking for him, only to discover that it was the end of a presentation and the presenter was giving his references for his paper. Out of ten citations, seven of them were citations from seven different papers my father had written.
He said that was when he realized just how much he had done in the field.
It was when I realized that he was one of the founding minds of ESD research and development and it bent my brain.
He was just my Dad.
I'm writing these things down every year, and acknowleding this day for a lot of reasons. One, I can barely write this without crying and once a year, I steel myself and I make myself remember. Because when you go to search engines and put in my father's name, not a lot comes up. His work in many ways exists outside of the Web and is not well documented. He's not in Wikipedia. But he should be. Like the current he played with his whole life, he's everywhere in the world, but invisible. This is my way of making him visible, if briefly, like lightning. A shock to the retinas, but remembered.
Because that was what he was like. Lightning. Incredible from a distance. Close up, if you weren't grounded, he could leave you charred to a crisp. If you held your ground? Well, ask a survivor what it's like to be struck by lightning or someone who's felt what it's like to feel 100kV run through their body harmlessly.
It's exhilirating. But a bit hard on the nerves.
And yet, he could be the world's biggest softie. Generous beyond measure when he was flush. Gregarious to a fault and could talk your ear off into the wee hours of the morning and then be right back up with the dawn, insisting that it was time for coffee and eggs and the paper, and get up, get up, get up!
I am the woman I am today largely because of him. We were often in opposition as I grew into adulthood.
I joke that I am the Mad Scientist's Beautiful Daughter.
I miss him horribly.
My daughters will never know him.
So I write. I record. I remember. For them.
