Saturday, June 30, 2007
Jay: Married Guy Cook Lives
There are some new posts at Married Guy Cook, in case you haven’t been keeping an eye out there.
I finally posted about Hell’s Kitchen episode 4.
I posted on pancakes and invited audience participation.
I did another barbecue shredded pork experiment, but didn’t post about it yet.
Jay: Confirmation Bias
It’s the reason the autism myth about thimerosal just won’t die:
“Hope is a powerful drug,” says Jim Laidler, a Portland scientist and father of two autistic boys who jumped ship from the vaccine conspiracy a few years ago. In reality, autism has no cure, nor even a clearly defined cause. Science takes its time and often provides no definitive answers. That isn’t medicine that’s easy to swallow.
Guess the misguided will just have to wait for gene-altering nanobots or theraputic viruses or something. Then they can modify the genetics their kids got from
them the MMR vaccine.
Jay: Happy Birthday
To blogger Christina of Feisty Repartee.
Friday, June 29, 2007
You Are Scissors
Sharp and brilliant, you can solve almost any problem with that big brain of yours.
People fear your cutting comments - and your wit is famous for being both funny and cruel.
Deep down, you tend to be in the middle of an emotional storm. Your own complexity disturbs you.
You are too smart for your own good. Slow down a little - or you’re likely to hurt yourself.
You can cut a paper person down to pieces.
The only person who can ruin you is a rock person.
When you fight: You find your enemy’s weak point and exploit it.
If someone makes you mad: You’ll do everything you can to destroy their life
Deb: I want to print out this post and make copies and bring them to the hospital, just in case.
I’ve never talked much here about what happened when Sadie was born, but it was more than a little rough, and it was made more than a little bit worse by exactly the sort of thing that he’s put in that second example. The doctor and the nurse stood in front of me and argued about whether or not I needed to be treated for preeclampsia. The doctor won, I got the mag, and the next 24 hours are a long blurry nightmare in my memory. So far as I can remember (and you’d think this would have taken place before they started it, so I would remember it), nobody every *directly* said, this is what you have, and this is what we’re going to do. I more or less followed the conversation, being the type who reads too much, but I was assuming all along that the nurse was right and the whole mess was more precautionary than anything. It’s only very recently that I realized why everybody looked at me funny when I tried to ask them if I’d actually had preeclampsia (not that I was pushy about trying to clarify, as the whole thing to my mind is still best forgotten) (and yes, I realize that’s sort of sad, but childbearing is a bitch sometimes). You see, they put these new summary pages in our charts, and I was reading over the nurse’s shoulder and saw right there History of Severe Preeclampsia.
Well, then. Nice to have that cleared up.
Jay: R.I.P. Rob Sama
Death by T-Mobile. Which, for what it’s worth, I’ve been pretty happy with so far, though perhaps it’s because I have a Blackberry.
Jay: Is There Anything Worse…
For stinking up the trash than raw chicken? Especially after a 90-something day or two before the bag is full enough to be removed.
Jay: Happy Birthday
To blogger Xrlq.
Deb: Look, it’s just not that hard to understand how socialized health care could look good to people.
If you’re in a sweet spot in the system as it stands right now, it’s the best thing in the world.
If you’re not, it looks just a little different. OK? And going on at length about how you should get yourself into the sweet spot, then, you asshole...well, it doesn’t make it look any better.
Weirdly enough, I’ve become much more tolerant of a lot of things over the last few years, and other people’s political views are one of them. It makes complete sense to me that there would be a large number of people who really think that getting the government even more involved in things would help. They haven’t yet lost their faith in the government’s ability to do good, and I almost envy them, because that faith would be nice to have sometimes.
The thing is, I think the battle between government-run and privately-run is missing the point. The real problem is with the whole way we think about health. And until we’re ready to look at what we expect out of the system and adjust our expectations to something a little less insane, neither one is going to work.
Because it’s the entire conception of what it means to be healthy that’s fucked. How we pay for it is a sideshow.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Jay: Why We Are Married
Last night at supper Deb was saying it’d be great if I could somehow make money with the ability to make simple yet extremely tasty food. For supper we were eating salad with yummy bits of chicken on it.
I joked that “yeah, I could serve tasty hamburger sandwiches with philosophy on the side.”
There was no need for me to explain the reference. That is so cool, and is an example of why we are married.
Of course, that particular scene from that particular book always stuck in my mind because the usage “hamburger sandwich” rather than “hamburger” is either stilted or dates the book to - surprise - the period of time in which it was written.
Deb: Now, I’m not going to get into the whole immigration debate…
Because, for one thing, Steven Taylor already made the point: until Mexico has an economy worth staying in, nothing’s going to fix the damned thing. Period.
It’s just that the whole thing reminds me repeatedly how much I hate it when I hear people squawk over and over again about how x is bad because it’s illegal.
There are a lot of laws on the books that have no relationship to either morality and/or reality. The law is not fixed. It’s supposed to be malleable. Making something illegal does not set it in amber as permanently, for all time, incontrovertibly, unarguably WRONG.
In fact, the vast majority of the time all it does is demonstrate that thanks to our many and varied modern conveniences, there are too many people floating around with too much time on their hands. Which, you know, wouldn’t be a problem if they could do something productive instead of being a bunch of thieving busybodies. But then, we’ve treated that sort of thing as productive in this country for so many years I don’t figure we’ll ever disabuse folks of the notion that it’s a noble way to spend their time.
In any case, illegal is not equal to wrong. Get over it. And speed a little, won’t you? because if I get trapped behind one more person doing 5 mph under the limit, I might just lose my mind.
Deb: Ah, the joys of living amid the Mass Insanity.
Because I live in Massachusetts. Which means I already knew enough about him to be totally unsurprised by this particular anecdote.
Thank whoever-it-is-you-personally-like-to-thank that the man doesn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell.
(Besides, the name thing really *is* distracting, isn’t it?)
Jay: Happy Birthday
To my sister, Lynn, who is the big five-OH today.
Which reminds me of a funny anecdote from Sunday. We were talking about Lynn turning 50 and I started humming the theme from Hawaii Five-O. Deb was amused. My mother was confused. On being told what it was, instead of making the connection with five and oh, she opined that no, they wouldn’t be going to Hawaii in honor of her birthday. I made a whooshing sound and passed my hand close over my head.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Jay: At Last, a Blog Quiz Suitable for BusinessPundit
You Are 100% Capitalist, 0% Socialist
You’re a capitalist pig - and proud of it.
You believe that business makes the world great…
And you’d never be ashamed of being rich!
Jay: Follow the Leader
As usual, click the picture for a larger version.