On Deck Circle
An Entirely Other Day
Stuff I think about when I'm not in my right mind. ( Does that make me left-brained? )
Baseball is probably my favorite team sport, but haven't you ever wished they'd do something to liven things up a little? Like say, allow the batting team to strategically stick croquet wickets randomly in the outfield. Three per inning would probably be about right since there are three outs and three outfielders. Imagine the radio commentary:
"Jones steps back in the box. Here's the pitch. It's a long fly ball to deeeep center field. Jones sure put a charge in that one. Griffey's going back, waaaay back. OOOOHHHH!!! Griffey's down. Hard. He was running full tilt, and then ... face plant. Looks like another one of those dang wickets Joe."
"Yeah Marty, that's gotta hurt. hee-hee."
Top 10 Signs You've Been At Your Computer Too Long
|10.||You can see the imprint of your hand on top of the mouse.|
|9.||The redness on your face isn't from sunburn.|
|8.||The dogs ate all your pretzels while you weren't looking.|
|7.||You're writing HTML tags in your dreams.|
|6.||Groceries? We don't need no steenkin' groceries.|
|5.||The home key ridges make indents in the tips of your index fingers.|
|4.||Your basement is flooded and you didn't even know it was raining.|
|3.||You know who Biz Stone is and aren't ashamed.|
You cough all over your screen and instinctively reach for the
Photoshop erase tool. Admit it. You know you do.
Never, ever, EVER piss off MetaFilter! Hell hath no fury like a MeFi scorned. Sodom and Gomorrah, The Black Plague, throw in a bit of Armageddon for good measure. You have been warned. Now back to your regularly scheduled programming. That is all.
Being in the right place at the right time and knowing what to do can save a life. Way to go Meg.
Nope. Not bed head or hobo face. Welcome to middle age you old fart. Bifocals are next, then your joints start aching, you can't get out of bed because your back is killing you, the young women all laugh when you pass. Before long you'll be drooling and slobbering, pissing while you're asleep, forgettin' how to tie your shoes. And then you die. Kaput. Sayonnara. Nice knowing you. Say, anyone have dibs on your domain?
My stepson spent all day in the emergency room yesterday after passing out twice in the previous 24 hours. We figured he was physically and mentally exhausted from working full-time during the day, going to college at night, and taking care of his three year old. After studying the cat-scan, the doctors think otherwise, looking into the possibility he may have developed a seizure disorder. He is scheduled for an MRI and neurology consult next Monday.
My brother Dave offers some new thoughts about balancing life in the IB Community. Check the Storytelling section for The World Is Not the Internet. If you would like to share some of your own thinking on this matter, hit the Talk Back Forum while you're there.
In 1999, Hau et al. reported in Nature that they had slowed light from its normal 300 million meters per second to just 17 meters per second. Now they have gone even further and stopped it completely. The discovery could be big news for optical and quantum computing.
New York breathes a collective sigh of relief.
Step Two: "Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity." After my experience Tuesday with the best the psychiatric profession has to offer in this little hamlet, it's time to revisit #2. During morning prayer, it hit me like a Louisville Slugger on a soft tomato.
There's a new Kitty in town. Steppin' into the spotlight.
The Internet Explorer 6 Preview Release is available now for Windows 98, ME, NT 4.0, Win2000 and of course Windows/XP. Sorry Win95 users, you'll have to upgrade. Nyet also to Mac and Unix clients for now. After a day of taking it through hoops, here are a few of my impressions. The download and installation was quick and smooth, configuring itself without a hitch. That's one phase Microsoft has become very good at. Browsing about here and there, checking the news, visiting my friends, is fast, very fast. I mean immediately noticeable fast. No crashes yet ... no rendering problems ... no trashing of design intent. One is left to ask, this is a beta 1?
New features include the Personal Bar, enabling you to configure news, search and multimedia in a window pane. The Image Toolbar allows you to save, e-mail, and print pictures that you find on Web pages. Professional photographers, designers and artists may not like this one. It makes piracy and copyright theft that much easier. Enhancing the Zoom feature of IE 5.5 from DHTML code directly into the engine with Auto Image Resize, you no longer need to scroll horizontally or vertically to view large images. If pictures are too large to display in the browser window, the new feature makes them fit. The Media Bar expands the capabilities of the Radio Bar introduced in IE 5 enabling control over music, video and mixed media.
There are other features I haven't fully explored yet, like support for the P3P privacy standard, a specification that lets you set up rules that dictate how the Web sites you browse can use your personal data, including which pages you've viewed and what kind of browser you use. You will love the delete cookies button. Two clicks and zip-zap. There's a new antivirus feature that notifies you if malicious scripts attempt to program Outlook Express 6 (the e-mail client) to send email to everyone on your contact list and lets you halt the process. It's about time.
I haven't yet investigated DOM or CSS standards compliance, but I did notice some new proprietary DHTML constructs. Ever Microsoft, luring developer's in with cute tricks that only work in their browser. I'll report my findings when I get a chance to try some of this stuff. In summary, this pre-release software is very stable, more so than Netscape's shipping product. IE 6 isn't a radical departure from the previous version so you can jump right in. This beta bodes well for the final release. Did I say fast, very fast?
Physically recovered; I made it back to work. I'm not convinced anyone even noticed I was gone. Nothing changed; nothing has changed. It's like I spent a week in a time warp, then picked back up where I left off. Just call me Rip Van Winkle. Something's gotta give hopefully it isn't my sanity.
Now that's cool. Busted.
Rightey-right. Words alone cannot replace facial expression and voice inflection. I once had an email exchange with a wonderful designer who had become my friend, and vice-versa. She wrote a piece for the Digerati Project. In the cover note, she talked about having a bad day and wasn't sure the words came out like she really wanted. So I offered the chance to wait a few days, then try again when she was in more of an upbeat mood. Somehow, she interpreted my comments as a rejection of her submission. Nothing could have been further from my intent. The Head Lemur taught me a lesson one time. He said, "The only thing I suggest is use the spell checker and let it sit for a few hours before posting." On the Net they can't tell you're a pug.
There's so much to know and so little time to study. Want to learn how to play a game, build a shelf, or write computer code, but don't know where to look? Utorials is a peer-to-peer site that lets you post your knowledge and experiences, learn from other postings, and rate the effectiveness. You can learn about dating, buying a car, computers, business and finance. Leverage someone's hard-earned experience or just share some of your own.
Ann-S-Thesia introduces EyeSites, HTML and graphics templates for use with Blogger or other content management systems. Scripting is already setup for you within the templates. Couldn't be much easier than that.
John over at Loony.org suggests, "Michael Jackson concerts should be sponsored by Dow Chemical, since he is as much a construction of theirs as anything else." Since Dow is my employer, I'll see if I can work something out. More likely, though, they'll be interested in sponsoring the mid-term Congressional elections.
She (pouty): You don't love me anymore.
He (raising eyebrow): Oh?
She (tapping foot): You NEVER spend time with me. You're always on THAT computer.
He (not again): Honey, think back, I've been spending a lot more time with you the past few months.
She: Well ... yeah ... So? You're still on THAT computer.
He: Not as much as I need to be.
She: See, you don't love me anymore.
He: OK, what would you like to do dear?
She: I don't know.
Sunday means Bluzz of the Week. Through this feature, I'm searching for the brightest, funniest, most controversial or otherwise intriguing comments from the previous week's forums, journals and blogs. I have a tremendous respect for the caregivers of this world. They have been very good over the years to Lynn and me. Many are overworked because of hospital cutbacks, yet most still think of their patients first. If you find a true treasure you'd like to nominate for future Bluzz of the Week, even if you wrote it yourself, please let me know.
Alwin Hawkins is a cardiac care nurse in Oregon. He saves lives and provides comfort nearly every day. When Al has a chance to decompress, he writes about the experiences in his weblog, View From The Heart. Al is a hero in my book a dedicated family man, loving parent, and extremely generous with his willingness to help those who may be suffering. He gets paid for it at work, but his online research and advice comes from the goodness of his heart. Last week, Al wrote an especially poignant dialog about a 90 year old patient under his care, calling it Art in the CCU. The following excerpts can't begin to do justice to the entire piece, so I urge you to check it out for yourself.
"He's lying on the bed, the tape holding the endotracheal tube in place covering his upper lip while his white Colonel Sanders beardlet sticks out below. The fringes of silky white hair stick to the sides of his head, matted with the sweat that makes his bald head gleam under the exam lights. His nasogastric tube hangs out of his right nostril, whistling softly as it drains the forest geen bile from his stomach... I start to clean him up, and as I do I remember the last few days with him."
"Art was having a huge heart attack when he reached the community ER. They had poured thrombolytics into him, but he did not reperfuse... He was anesthetised and given two synchronized jolts of electricity. The first did nothing but bounce him off the bed; the second singed his chest hairs but restored a sinus rhythm. After a transient, scarey blood pressure drop, he rapidly "pinked up" and got better. He slept off the anesthetic, and by morning we were able to have short conversations..."
"...I bathe him and shampoo him and clean out his mouth. I rub his back, move his limbs through range of motion exercises, and clean his uncircumcised "privates". He doesn't care, for he slumbers under the effects of the blessed Milk Of Amnesia. I draw his blood and do an ECG. I examine his IV's and flush the saline locks. Task after task after task; carefully documented on the flow sheet to prove his need for intensive nursing care..."
"...I don't have a million dollars, but I wish you'd take what's in my wallet as a little something extra for your trouble," he said. I smiled and shook my head, explaining that I couldn't accept gratuities. He insisted; I refused. We sparred a little bit before he realized that for once I was not just dead serious, I also couldn't be negotiated with on this issue. Something new in our relationship..."
"...I finish bathing him and changing his linen. He lays there on his back, with his arms out to his side palms up and his feet crossed. A towel lays across his groin for modesty, and in that moment I see in him the image of a Crucifix, very closely resembling the one on the wall. "Look at me, I am suffering for you," he seems to say, punctured and violated in places the Christ never was..."
"He's fluffed and puffed, as clean and neat as a patient on a TV show. We'll turn down the sedative, then try and get him off the machine again this morning. If we can I'll get to see how much of Art is still left after his most recent escapade. I flip off the lights and sit down to finish the paperwork. With any luck he won't remember my name, just like he always can't." Alwin Hawkins
The next day, Al continued the story with Art in the CCU: Part II. Namaste Al.
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