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4th of November 2000

     Here's the latest status report from my eye doctor. I know most of you are probably getting tired of all this eye surgery stuff, so I'll try to make this the last one for awhile. The doc is pleased with the progress of the recovery. It may be self-serving on his part, but it's also comforting to know he thinks he did a good job.

     So far as measurable stats are concerned: long-distance vision — right eye 20/20, left eye 20/30. near-distance vision — left eye 20/20, right eye 20/70. The only real problem there is the right side up-close. It is an explanation for the occasional loss of balance I've been experiencing. There is no infection or scarring, but some inflammation in the left eye (the cause of continued discomfort there).

     He says I have about another three weeks of healing before full recovery. Light sensitivity remains a big problem, but is expected to improve over time. I am doing fine without any eyeglasses, but will need readers in a couple weeks after further change adjustment by the brain.

     In conclusion, the decision to do this now was a sound one. I'm still a relatively young man, able to heal quickly and tolerate discomfort better. I'm satisfied with the results, glad to have it nearly over with, and grateful for a competent surgeon and staff. If you have cataracts and insurance, or can afford the surgery otherwise, it isn't so bad. Now it's time to get on with my new clear-vision life.

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3rd of November 2000

     For anyone wondering what happened to Speech Therapy, six|and|one had to unexpectedly get a new IP address. He plans to be back on the wire in a matter of days. In the meantime, he asked me to pass along this message:

     "Six would like to wish the best mom in the world [his] a happy 50th birthday, in his absence, and to quote her office staff: 'If this is what 50 looks like, then we have nothing to fear!'. I love you mom."

     Now people, this is just a little bit scary. One of my good Net friends has a mom less than two years older than me. It is said that on the Net they can't tell you're a dog. This goes to show that virtual friendship is ageless. I love this medium.

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2nd of November 2000

     Happiest birthday wishes to one of my Net favorites. Jann has an exceptional eye, a wondrous imagination, a glorious outlook, and is just plain sweet. Dang. How could you not love a gal who wears spike heels in the Phoenix summer to walk across asphalt parking lots? But gents, you should see those gams!


     Internet Brothers (that's me) is one of 17 web sites qualifying for the Surfers Choice Site Of The Year 2000. An extremely prestigious web award to be sure, I am quite humbled just to be among the finalists. Reviews of the candidates are underway and you are invited to participate. If you have an hour or two, why not drop in and post your opinions. You might even win a prize yourself.

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1st of November 2000

     A grandson's first Trick or Treat is a fun occasion. They love dressing up as their favorite character, but quickly discover it isn't so great trying to move around in the bulky costume. The free candy bit is an awesome concept though. Can we do this again tomorrow?


     Life's little annoyances: Lynn always throws another dollar on the meal tip. Doesn't matter if it's $2.00 or $10.00, she always adds one more. Maybe she thinks I don't leave enough. Perhaps it's her way of feeling a part of the tradition. It's a good thing she was already gone last winter when I left $100 tip at the wedding rehearsal dinner.

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31st of October 2000

     It isn't my hometown per se, but I've lived in Nitro, West Virginia for 15 years. That's longer than anywhere else I've been. Yes, I do get strange looks when I say I'm from Nitro. Born of World War I, the name derived from the nitroglycerin manufacturing plant built in support of that war effort. Boasting a population of nearly 80,000 during the period, Nitro is now a bedroom community with approximately 6700 residents.

     When doing a little research for this entry, I sadly discovered there is absolutely nothing about town history or culture on the web. I found a few motel listings, the local high school site and some other small businesses, but information about the town itself is woefully inadequate. I may have inadvertantly stumbled upon my next project.

     Though it has only been around for 80 some years, Nitro has a rich history — in fact, we even have our own museum. I think I'll be spending some time there in the coming months. I was amazed the city government doesn't even have a site. Perhaps I should talk to the mayor about that. I can see it now:

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30th of October 2000

     Our next door neighbor was coming up the stoop right as I let Daisy out to roam. Pure coincidence, I swear. Have you ever seen a three pound chihuahua chase a sixty something grandma clear across the yard, up her own porch, and screaming in the door? My wife let me have it for doing that to our neighbor, but I'm not sorry. I haven't had that much fun since the IV Valium wore off.

     My vision is still improving with each succeeding day. The shiner on the right side of my face last week has now moved to the left. Too bad I don't have both. Might have been the beginning for a good Halloween costume. I'm wondering now, after 36 years of wearing eyeglasses, how long will it take for the grooves in my temples and on my nose to go away? Probably like wrinkles, they won't.

     I am starting to get a little bit bored sitting around the house all day. Lynn rented a movie, The Sixth Sense. Wow, what an ending. That one made me think. I've been thinking a lot the past two weeks. I have so much to be thankful for, especially Lynn. She's been wonderful. She says it's nothing, that I've done it for her, but it sure beats facing this alone.

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29th of October 2000

     How is it that care-givers always maintain their sense of decency and kindness? Surely they are just like everyone else. They're bound to have their own problems, including fear and anger. Wouldn't you think that just occasionally they would get fed up with whiny self-centered complainers?

     In my experience that has never been the case. The doctors, nurses and other support staff who have taken care of my wife in the past, and myself just recently, are always the salt of the earth. They exude warmth and affection. They make you want to be a better person yourself.

     Maybe they get sensitivity training; but I suspect there's more to it than that. They are most likely selfless, humble and caring to begin with — people who chose their profession because they honestly want to help, to relieve suffering, to comfort and console.

     You won't find these attitudes in many other careers and businesses where it's all about the money. This may sound PollyAnnish, but I hope the large medical conglomerates and governmental efforts to control national health don't jade the care-givers and rob their humanity.


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