Saturday, December 27, 2008

2008 Holiday Images

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Obviously there are LOTS of pictures from this holiday. I'll try to update theschiebers.com at some point to present a much larger gallery. For now, enjoy these three (you can click on the photos for a larger image):




This is one of our blue spruce out front, covered in snow.




On my way home from the hospital on Christmas morning, I took this photo with my phone out the front of the truck window, driving down 3rd Street.




And you gotta love the "Pick Your Nose" cups from my parents.

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Thursday, December 25, 2008

New Life


Every birth touches the lives around it.

Seven years ago, on Christmas, I delivered a baby into the arms of it's mother and father, and family. We all knew the baby would not live. The baby had a condition that would not allow it to survive outside of the womb. For 15 minutes, an entire lifespan, this child was held, and loved, and cherished.

Yesterday I watched a young mother in tears as I discharged her newborn child into the arms of a foster mother. The birth mother had broken too many rules, put herself and her unborn child at risk too many times for her to be allowed to be primarily connected to this life she had carried for the past 9 months.

Today I was called away from family reunions and celebrations to help with the urgent surgical delivery of another child. He did fine - big and beautiful.

God comes to us this way on Christmas - in the midst of our real lives. Our circumstances are different: joyous, sorrowful, hopeful, fearful, but within it all, there is God - in our lives, among us, born into our reality.

There is the new start, the hope for the world, the word made flesh.

Because God invests God's self fully in our lives, we are changed. We have the promise that we are more than our brief time on this world, redemption when all seems broken, and the joy that comes from a creator who delights in our lives and the world around us.

Merry Christmas

Sunday, December 14, 2008

1st Snow

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We're at the beginningof a 3-4 day cold snap, and have gotten the first snow of the Winter. We love it. This is the house tonight, as the snow starts to accumulate.

School tomorrow? We'll see.

(that's all I have - short and sweet)

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Wednesday, December 3, 2008

The Christmas Spud

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A couple years ago I penned this after a secret Santa gave me a......potato?

I turned it into a Christmas Tale:

The Christmas Spud

In the land of potatoes, the spuds were in bed
Waiting for Santa to come in his sled
And bring lots of presents and toys for the tots
The taters loved Christmas, yes, they loved it lots

But that Christmas eve, in the dark of the night
A fog settled in, obscuring the site
Of the little spud town, and the little spuds said
“How will Santa find us, when he flies overhead?”

Then a brave young potato, with a spark in his eyes
Said “I can get Santa down here from the skies
We’ll lure him with smell, for it’s no surprise,
Everyone knows he likes hot steaming fries!”

The potatoes all cheered the spud with the good heart
And carried him over to the Cuisinart
And in no time at all, the hot fries were done
And Santa did find them, and gave gifts to each one

And as St. Nick flew away, with his reindeer and sled
He turned to the spuds, and he quietly said
“Have a wonderful holiday, I send you warm wishes,
And oh, by the way, your fries were delicious”
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Sunday, November 30, 2008

How 'bout them Ducks!

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Yesterday's civil war game between Oregon State and University of Oregon was one for the record books! Although the defensive strategies dominated the game, there was plenty of.......oh, who am I kidding. I didn't watch a second of it.

Actually, I don't watch football at all, or basketball, or any other team sport. I don't follow any teams, and I literally cannot name (I tried) a single football player for any college or professional team.

I keep expecting the guy police to show up at the door, kick me in the crotch, and take away my guy card.

The whole following of sports teams with anything other than a passing interest just seems so tedious. I realize I am in the smallest of minorities with this opinion. Clearly allegiance and excitement for your local team is a passion world-wide (soccer, rugby etc...), so I'm sure the "problem" is more mine than anything. I also realize that probably the more you follow, the more fun it gets.

This is a huge (relatively) problem on those occasions where I am left alone to make conversation with a bunch of guys (especially in social circles where I maybe don't know them as well). It is simply expected that I can speak with some degree of knowledge on the week's sporting events. I cannot. I mean, this is what guys do! They talk about sports. It's not the kind of thing that is too easy to fake, either. If the conversation gets far enough for me to be obliged to point out that I really don't follow, AT ALL, what's happening, I kind of get these looks of incredulity - Dude, seriously?

I'd like to point out here (protests too much?) that this does not make me a wuss. It's not like I don't know anything about, or cannot play these sports, I just do not choose to follow them. I played high school and Division III college football, I know plenty about the game . Sometimes I think it's because I spent so many hours in college on the practice field, in the drafty clubhouse watching hours of scouting films, in the bus on Saturdays driving to and from games, that I wore out all my tolerance for the sport. Maybe.

I know Kate doesn't mind. I'm not taking hours every week to watch football on TV (like I have that kind of time or concentration anyway). I like the fact that my mood for the week isn't set by how my team did that weekend, and that I can get out and do things during times when instead I would in front of a TV or at a game. And (I'll probably get in trouble for this), the whole die-hard team allegiance - with flags waving on your car or dressing head to toe in team colors, seems kind of , how shall I put this, conformingly misdirected anyway.

Ok, this is plenty on the subject. I need to wrap up this blog so I can go spend hours on the tree-climbing discussion boards, read my triathlon magazines, and re-vamp my training schedule.
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Friday, November 28, 2008

Major Robert D. Lindenau

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Every now and then in the incredibly large stream of information that passes by these days, something hits a bit too close to home and causes me to pause and reflect a little deeper.

On October 20th, Major Robert D. Lindenau was killed in Afganistan by a rocket propelled grenade. He was 39. He lived in the Northwest, and was an amateur triathlete who tried to keep up his training in the harsh environment where he was stationed. He left behind a wife and four children, ages 12, 10, 8, and 6.

In a situation like this: a guy my age, from the Northwest, who shared the same interests as me and had a family with four kids the same age as mine, it's impossible to just pass this by as another loss of a brave soldier. I can imagine a little too closely what it might be like for his kids to grow up without a dad, for his wife to loose a husband that young, how hard and tragic and lonely this must all be. And while we all value the sacrifice of the men and women in our military, I'm not sure that we really CAN fully appreciate the sacrifice when it is someone else's child, dad, husband (mother, sister, daughter) who pays the price.

Major Lindenau came to my attention today in an article in the most recent Triathlon Magazine, detailing his extensive work with Project Active. Project Active is an organization whose mission statement is:

A global mission with a commitment to diffuse world tensions through sport-related education, equipment, mentoring and encouragement. Project Active is dedicated to planting the peace-inspring seed of ahtletics in the heart of the Human Spirit, in areas of the world where it is needed most.

There is a link on Project Active's web site (upper right) where one can contribute to help his family. The donation amounts that follow are all dollar amounts containing only "8". I do not know of the significance of that, and had not actually gone to the donation page until just now. I mention this only because in my own life, the number 8 has always been "my" number, my favorite. It just seemed a little too coincidental to not mention it.

May Peace find its way to the Lindenau family.
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Thursday, November 27, 2008

Thanksgiving 2008

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I know it's cliche, but that doesn't make it any less sincere. I am thankful for:

  • A faith which has at its core the message that we are all precious, loved, and accepted by our Creator.
  • A mother and father in-law who did such an amazing job bringing up three girls, and who continue to gift us through their faith, love of teaching and music, service to their community, and e-mail updates and kind words regularly sent from Ohio.
  • My own parents and the extraordinary devotion and support they give to our family, and every life they touch.
  • A wife and best friend beyond compare
  • My brother and his incredible family
  • Extended family across the country and their unique situations
  • A loud, crazy household filled to the brim with personality, creativity, life and love.
  • Healthy minds and bodies
  • Living in a place abundant with natural beauty
  • An occupation which, while exhausting at times, allows me to serve others
  • Some measure of financial security
  • Tall trees
  • Caffeine
  • The Simpsons
  • A community pool
  • The philodendron jungle hanging from my office ceiling
  • Electronic toys (iPod, iPhone, Wii, GPS)
  • Piano, cello, guitar, baritone, recorder and trumpet music ringing through the house
  • The lack of mosquitoes in McMinnville
  • Going for a run and looking upon a 10,000 foot, snow covered volcano in the distance
  • Tide pools
  • The smell of turkey cooking as I write this
  • The skills, dedication, and personalities of my co-workers (all of them)
  • Hope: that despite so much bad news and suffering by so many, we are still a nation that hopes and expects better days ahead
  • The Daily Show
  • Audible.com
  • Hard work
  • Cheerios and Splenda
  • The 2 pages of comics in the Oregonian
  • Netflix
  • The way Kate can laugh uncontrollably for 10 minutes straight
  • Digital photography
  • The internet
  • YCAP, Habitat for Humanity, St. Barnabas' Soup Kitchen, the Community Compassion Fund and the Cold Weather Shelter
  • 11 mm rope and 30 different knots
  • Long, detailed descriptions of Nick or Ben's Lego creations
  • Despair.com, and satire in general
  • The regularity that we can have six people at the table for dinner, sharing stories of our day
  • A thousand other things.............
Happy Thanksgiving!
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Saturday, November 22, 2008

Facebook



I haven't posted for some time. This has been in part because of a lack of interesting things to say (to be made abundantly clear as you read), because I've been very very busy with work and other obligations, and finally (and the point of the title) because I've been hanging out on Facebook during whatever free time I do have at the computer.

I'm the type of person that has a lot of acquaintances, but no real friends. I don't mean that nobody likes me, just that I don't have a select group of people with whom I regularly hang out, communicate, or interact. This can be much to Kate's consternation, as she has plenty of girl friends to do stuff with, but if I want to go out and do something, it's always Kate that's on the hook.

I don't view my lack of friends as a huge drawback. A lot of my free-time activities (running, tree-climbing, other outdoor stuff) are very individualistic, and don't lend themselves well to the type of friend activity like going to a sporting event or concert would. Also, my leisure activities are a little less universally appreciated, and to participate with another in any practical way requires the same level of skill (e.g. I can't keep up on a run with someone who does 3:15 marathons, and it's hard for someone who doesn't also "know the ropes" to have fun climbing with me), so that's a further hindrance. Finally, while I am overall extroverted, my job being what it is, dealing with interacting with people, usually on a somewhat intense level, for 8-10 hours a day often means that on my down time, I just want to retreat into myself for a while.

So, for all those reasons and others, I am happy to go through life with a wife who's also a best friend, loving family around me, people I enjoy both in my work and extended social circles, but with really no regular "friends" otherwise. Still, it seems that something is missing not having those closer friends to regularly share things with.

That is why (to finally get around to the point of the post), I have really enjoyed Facebook. It's friendship with parameters that are perfect for me. I have re-established communication with friends from Jr. High, High School, College, as well as other avenues. Within this little "social networking tool" we can share things, communicate, and interact in a way that shows others that I'm interested in them and enjoy sharing things with them, and visa versa. But, it can be done on all of our own time, which works really well for me.

Point is, I've done more Facebook time because I've discovered I like having friends - particularly in the manner Facebook allows: checking in anytime, sharing things via various technologies, written expressions.

I don't want to overdue the facebook thing, so I'll stop there. But I think it's part of the reason I've not updated for a while.

I'm throwing in at the end a YouTube clip I really like. Facebook "friends" will have seen this video link from my "profile", but I find it funny and actually thoughtful enough (be thankful and amazed at what's around you) that I re-posted it here.


Thursday, November 13, 2008

Despair

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Ha! This is courtesy of Despair.com. I feel this way about my blog sometimes.

For more fun, read through their collection of demotivators HERE.

I've been spending a little too much time on Facebook lately, so the blog has gotten a bit sparse.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Passive Aggressive


So I was sitting in my office, typing and looking out over the parking lot when my 2:00 appointment drives up. This patient gets out of the car and stands next to it for the next 5 minutes, finishing up their cigarette. This patient then throws the butt on the ground, and comes in for their appointment. I went out to the parking lot and retrieved the butt (wearing a glove) and placed it in a clear urine container. At first I thought about discharging this patient outright (basically, we can drop anyone for any reason, it's an opt-out agreement for either party). Then I thought about confronting them with the cigarette butt while they were in the room. Finally, I placed the container in the bottom of a bag of samples I gave them with a written note: "Don't trash our parking lot, please".

So, in the end, I guess I was a bit (a lot) passive aggressive. Still, I think I got my point across.

Two political end notes:
  • I thought McCain's concession speech was impressive. He was gracious, eloquent, and reasserted himself as the true hero and lifetime public servant that he is. In a different election, with a different tone and a different running mate, I'd have been proud to cast a vote for him.
  • Obama is bringing some technological upgrades to the White House, including change.gov, which describes the transitional plans and solicits the advice of American citizens on what they want (and don't want) from their government. But one of the most refreshing things is a link to the Presidential Transitional Resources page, which gives the graphic of the "organizational chart" of the U.S.A. The Executive Branch is clearly shown (as are the other two branches) under the Constitution. I'm encouraged to see that they (unlike the current occupant) know their place.


Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Have a beer

Ok, things have been a little heavy lately...so let's all relax and have a beer. (I love this commercial)

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Hope Prevails

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HOPE PREVAILS

I’m glad to have been a part of this great nation on this day. There are all sorts of emotions swirling around in my head and heart, but I don’t think now is the time to dissect them or to elaborate. I’m content to watch the coming together of so many parts of this country, and see the joy in the supporters who worked so long and so hard to make this night a reality.

I’m glad my children could share this night with us, also. I think the world they inherit became a little bit brighter tonight.

That is basically what I wanted to say.



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I had previously typed out a list of the major reasons I voted for Obama. This was in part to document what I was thinking as I headed into this historic election, and in part to reassure others that my decisions were not based on “Obamamania” or an unrealistic idea of the issues. I’ve listed the major categories below. It’s politics and religion, so don’t read if you are bothered by opinions that may be different than yours.

THE WAR: Prior to the start of the war, the leaders of all the major Christian denominations, as well as the Jewish ones, urged in no uncertain terms that Bush give other avenues a chance to resolve the conflict, before launching a war. To be frank, the war in Iraq has me very angry. It was waged for reasons that were at best poorly investigated and at worst outright lies. It has cost our country billions of dollars and weakened us, not protected us. It has funneled countless millions into the pockets of defense corporation CEO’s, while the real heroes, the soldiers, pay the costs (as well as their families and their communities). Billions have disappeared in Iraq, yet soldiers here lose their homes, or cannot get adequate health care. That is wrong. This war has resulted in the pain and suffering of millions of Iraqi people, and the deaths of hundreds of thousands of innocents. I am spiritually and viscerally repulsed by the atrocities visited on our people and the world’s people for this pre-emptive conflict. If for no other reason, I supported Obama because he stood against this war, even when it was politically risky to do so. I want a president who feels, like Eisenhower, that “together, we must learn how to compose difference, not with arms, but with intellect and decent purpose”. McCain, as a soldier, seemed to understand this prior to the presidential race. I respected McCain’s stance against torture. But he had either lost his convictions or, worse, ignored them in the run for the presidency. I say this because of McCain’s equating ending the war with “surrender” or “failure”, his unwillingness to dissent with the Bush Administration on the protection of torture policies, and his continued support of the Iraqi conflict. I want my children to grow up in a world as free from war as possible, and Obama is more committed to that reality.

FAITH AND MORALS: This is the most important aspect of my decision, but it’s also the hardest to define one candidate to the other. I have seen Obama talk deeply about his faith, how he wrestles with spiritual questions, and the imperfections and distorted views of the people he previously looked to for spiritual growth. In his honoring of his marriage vows, in his working with the poor and the disadvantaged, in his understanding about what the government can and can’t do to change the hearts of people, Obama models much more closely what I believe to be Christian qualities than McCain does. I was particularly frustrated with the way McCain chose to align himself with the exclusionary and divisive fundamentalist evangelicals when it became politically expedient to do so. The intolerance of others and the condemnation of gays and lesbians these political allies preach is directly hurtful to committed Christians I know both as friends and as family. Those who would deny others a place at God’s table because of who they choose to love have placed more value on archaic Leviticus law than on the teachings and example of Christ. On the abortion question: I know several Christians who could not support Obama because of his stance on abortion. I personally feel that abortion represents in many ways an ultimate failure in the respect and the value of life. But, for reasons that are too complex (but scripturaly considered) to go into here, I do not equate spiritual life as beginning with conception. I also know that attempts to impose government regulations upon these very personal and often tragic circumstances have not been shown to improve, and will often worsen the very societal problem they are trying to prevent. One’s view on abortion cannot be the only measure of one’s faith. I find it incomprehensible that the same people who denounce Obama because of his abortion stance turn a seeming blind eye to other significant Christian concerns such as war, torture, the death penalty, racism, treatment of the poor and outcast, poverty, blasphemy, idol worship (money), care of God’s creation and a host of others. We don’t worship a “single issue” God, and the root causes of abortion will not be changed by supreme court rulings. Ultimately, in the pandering to the religious right, I see the McCain / Palin team as more like the Pharisee loudly praying in the church where all can see, while Obama seems to me (this is only my opinion) more like the one who wrestles with his faith, and keeps it personal and quiet. And yes, I know that one was a tax collector, I’m not going there.

STATESMANSHIP: David McCullough is a biographer of American history. He has written, among other things, John Adams, The Course of Human Events, and 1776. The latter I recently listened to. It is an amazing tale of the first years of the American Revolution, and the men (only men at this point in our nation’s history) who were forging this nation. We have this rich history because these men were, literally, men of letters. They were thoughtful and elegant in their words, and their writings are full of passion and philosophy. These men, these founding fathers were liberally educated. They were scholars. Many had spent time in other countries, other cultures. They were, in a word, elite. Obama has been criticized for having a world-view, for living in different cultures. Obama has been criticized for being too verbally and prosaically elegant (he actually wrote his own books in their entirety, without “ghost writers” (which his opponent did not)). I see in these traits a portion of the solid intellect of Washington, Adams, Monroe, Franklin and the other statesman who founded this amazing country. After 8 years of a President who seemed to communicate in short, mixed-up bursts of words, I think the American people are hungry to finally have a President who can put forth his ideas in the measured, intelligent, and ultimately beautiful way our founding fathers did.

PRINCIPLES: I will acknowledge straight off that Obama’s decision to not take public funding did show a betrayal of a previous promise. While not excusing that, I see this more as a politically expedient necessity, and separate from a shift in promises of a moral nature. He does deserve reproach for that reneging on his word, but I take far less offense with that than I do with McCain’s mud-slinging politicking, betrayal of his previous stance on torture, and his association with the right-wing evangelicals (Dobson, Faldwell’s University) who preach division and intolerance. In both the primaries and the general election, I did not ever see (feel free to correct me if I’m wrong) Obama question McCain’s character or integrity. Policies, yes. Character, no. This is not true of McCain/Palin. The mean-spirited attempts to link Obama to Reverand Wright, or Ayers, were character attacks pure and simple. The official campaign arguably did not actively encourage darker rhetoric (racist ideas, or Muslim or terrorist associations), but they certainly created an environment that supported it, and only denounced it when directly confronted with it. Obama always showed respect and courtesy when discussing his opponents, his opponents did not. I understand there are supporters on each side who strayed significantly into the fray of disrespect and cruelty, but I am speaking only of official campaign actions.

SOCIETY: I feel blessed living in this country. I have been given much, and I expect to give much in return. I expect to pay my fair share. And please note: paying my fair share is not “Spreading the wealth around”. I’m not a fan of taxes, but I realize that they build our roads, fund our services, help to support the disabled and the weak, allow for public education, and protect the natural resources of this country. I would have paid over $2,000 less in personal taxes under McCain, to say nothing of the tax reduction for my business. My social security withdrawals stop each July, when I reach the income cap. I don’t consider either of those things fair when so many struggle in this economy. Why should I pay proportionally less because I make more? We have so many social needs in this country, from health care to housing help to funding for mental illness, to a thousand other things. We are all improved when the least of us is supported. This is not a socialist stance, this is a patriotic one. I don’t begrudge anyone what they’ve earned, I just think everyone needs to pay their fair share, and we need to give an extra measure to those who otherwise have nothing. These are the values I see reflected in Obama’s agendas and programs. In McCain’s policies I saw further protections for the wealthiest 10% (which includes me), further erosion of our social services, and a further widening of the gap between the rich and the poor.

RACE: I did not vote for Obama because he is black, but because of the other reasons listed above. That being said, it is time for a black president. The fact that a Christian college not 15 miles from here has had to deal with a lynching effigy hung from a campus tree reminds me that there is an undercurrent of racism throughout this country, not just in the Dixie states. Listening to some of the blatant racist remarks being leveled against Obama has made me ashamed of the attitudes of both the people making the statements, and the ones who keep silent and do not confront those attitudes. I do not expect a black president to end racism in this country, but I do expect that he will show that this country can continue to make progress in healing the wounds of slavery and the ongoing cancer of bigotry. I am thankful that we now have proof, not just hope, that a child of any color can one day grow up to be president.

I am excited about the future of our country. It’s been a good day.

11/04/08

Monday, November 3, 2008

Hope or Fear....

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Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.
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Monday, October 27, 2008

Diwali 2008



Through the lives of two of our children, we have a direct connection to the rich traditions of India. Arguably the biggest Indian holiday is Diwali, which in 2008 takes place on October 28th (it's tied to the lunar calendar).

Here's a short description off the web about the holiday:

Diwali is one of the most important festivals celebrated in India. It is celebrated on the darkest night of the year, which usually falls sometime in the beginning of November. Diwali, though, is the festival of lights.

All over India, homes are decorated with lights and earthenware lamps filled with oil. These lamps are called diyas. The name 'Diwali' is from the Sanskrit 'dipavali', which means 'row of lamps'. Diyas are lit in every house to banish the dark and welcome in good luck and good fortune.

People wear new clothes, meet their friends and relatives, eat good food, give each other sweets and gifts, decorate their houses with flowers and lights and Rangoli patterns, and set off fireworks.

In the evening, many people hold a small prayer or puja in their homes. They honour Ganesh, the god of wisdom and good luck, the one who removes all obstacles from life; and they worship Lakshmi, the goddess of prosperity and good fortune. Lights are left burning all night, so that Lakshmi may feel welcome and enter.

Diwali is also the start of the New Year for many communities in India.

Diwali is a festival of joy, prosperity and good luck, and a celebration of the victory of good over evil - which is expressed through different stories in different parts of India.


We have fireworks (saved from July 4th) that we plan to fire off tomorrow night, and we also traditionally read the story of The Ramayana to the kids. We'll eat Indian food, fly the Indian flag, and have lots of sweets tomorrow!

Kate and I hope to be in India next year during Diwali, now that would be something!

Let there be LIGHT!

Friday, October 24, 2008

On Rope




"On Rope" is the name of the authority in rope climbing books. It is also what is called when you are about to ascend up a tree when climbing in a group. It is also the subject of today's musings.

It's been a rough week. My sleep has been exceptionally poor, call stressful, and politics have intruded constantly into my thoughts. Climbing trees is a wonderful escape. It allows for problem solving, focusing my mind on tasks at hand and not a myriad of other worries. It is a re-connection (figuratively and literally) with nature. It is physical work, which adds to the feelings of accomplishment. It offers new perspectives in familiar settings, and it involves just enough risk to always keep it exciting.

Even on days when I don't climb, I can enjoy a portion of the experience in working with my ropes.

I got a new rope this week. In the photo above it is the red rope. It's called "The Fly". Technically it is a 7/16" Static Kernmantle Rope. Every hobby has its lingoes, and mine involves words like "kernmantle", "kilonewtons" and a host of knot-tying terms. Pictured with the red Fly rope is my green Poison Ivy rope (11mm, 200 feet) and my Cadillac of ropes, the camouflage colored 11mm "Snakebite" rope, all 600 feet of it.

I have two eye-hooks bolted into the ceiling of my office (with grudging approval from Kate), and I can stand in here and practice tying Blake's hitches, figure 8's, Prussik's, and other complicated climbing set-ups involving split-tails, lanyards, various hardware pieces and mechanical tools.

I'm sure the escape must be similar to the fly fisherman intricately crafting a fly, or someone who needlepoints carefully placing each stitch. It's a feeling of focus, creation, and learning.

There's a "feel" to the rope that is very satisfying. A good climbing rope is soft enough to easily be tied, yet each of those ropes can hold over 5,000 lbs. A knot will feel and look right if tied correctly, and wrong if not. Over time muscle memory sets in, and the knots seem to form in your hand just by thinking about them.

It's a good hobby. I hope to bring my kids more and more up into the trees, and pass along this appreciation to them (as well as a lot of hardware). My oldest has climbed with me, and is gradually learning the knots and the skills. It's fun to have other family members tell me about particularly interesting trees they've seen - ones that would be "great to climb". Once you start looking at trees that way, you find yourself constantly doing so.

It's a beautiful Fall weekend, I'm not on call, so hopefully I'll be spending some time off the ground.

Update: I got my climb in

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Presidential Race: Last Word!




NEWS REGISTER
: Our local paper. It leans conservative, but I think for a "local" paper, they make a very strong case.

CHICAGO TRIBUNE: I included this because it's the first time they've ever endorsed a Democrat

OREGONIAN: Our regional paper.

WASHINGTON POST: I thought they laid out things well and fairly.

I had originally planned on putting my own thoughts about why I was voting for Obama on this web page. I had written a 3-page letter to relatives in Ohio, and detailed in depth my feelings and opinions, including those based (most importantly) on my Faith and Values.

But, you know what, I'm suffering from Politics fatigue. I know how I'm voting, and with passions being so strong and the campaign so long, I really don't see people at this point changing their mind about their votes, so why bother. If someone still feels that McCain/Palin is the best choice for this country, I don't think my opinions are going to change their mind.

I will say, I really like McCain (and really DON'T like Palin as a potential VP), but I liked and respected him a whole lot more before he became a Presidential Candidate. It seems like he's been jerked around by handlers to the point where he keeps having to deny more of who he really is to meet their political ambitions.

The editorials I linked lay out very well the case for Obama, so I won't go on about my own personal reasons. If a reader of this blog is just REALLY interested about why, post a question in the comments and I'll respond.

The photo at the top is my ballot, about to be mailed (I have to figure out all the local races and ballot measures first, though). Once that goes into the drop box (by the end of this weekend hopefully) I am officially done with talking about politics (until after the election, anyway).

Friday, October 17, 2008

Commercials that make me yell at my TV







Occasionally I can't restrain myself, and yell at stupid ads on the TV. This week I found myself yelling at these two products:

HONEY BUNCHES OF O'S
: These factory workers drive around in their modified RV, spreading the joy of their cereal.

"YOU'RE NOT IN THE FACTORY ANYMORE! YOU CAN TAKE OFF YOUR HARD HATS AND HAIR NETS! YOU DON'T NEED THEM STANDING IN A PARK!"

DUAL ACTION CLEANSE
: I know, this one is a no-brainer. Does anyone else think he looks like a carnie? I swear this guy just stepped away from the knock-down-the-bottles-and-win-a-prize booth.

"YOU'RE MORE FULL OF CRAP THAN THE COLONS YOU'RE DESCRIBING! AAUUUGGGHHHHHH!!!! I'VE SEEN COLONS, CLEANSED AND UNCLEANSED, FROM THE INSIDE AND OUT, THERE ISN'T ANY TOXIC SLUDGE!!!! AAAUUUUGGGHHHHH!!!!"

See, it's not just politics that drives me crazy!

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Shut Up!



My lack of sleep lately is starting to cause mood swings, not helped any by the seeming increased presence of Conservative family members and colleagues who feel compelled to send me their latest batch of anti-Obama e-mails. (I'd like to add that I have never initiated a political e-mail to anyone, only responded to unsolicited ones).

I've so far been letting it not get to me too much, trying instead to intelligently point out the blatant inaccuracies in their email forwards, or if the statements actually have some truth to them, offer up a legitimate counter argument.

However, after being subjected to another round early this morning (2:30) when my insomnia found me browsing through my emails, and again this afternoon during my lunch break internet check (feeling over-hyped on caffeine and looking at another 6 hours of patient appointments ahead of me), I finally lost it.

I returned an e-mail to a relative and told them point blank to "Stop sending this crap!"

I'm sick of it. Why is it that all the people who disagree with my pick of Obama seem to try to dissuade me from my (researched, reasoned, and rationally made) choice by throwing out frantic charges against him that all seem to contain either the words "Muslim", "Terrorist", "Liberal", or "Elite"? I'm not so much mad at the mud-slinging, but that the people who disagree with me cannot offer up reasons to support their candidate, and instead can only scream out paranoid inaccurate diatribes against Obama.

If anyone cares, I plan on listing the major reasons I support Obama soon, in this blog. You will find these reasons are based on my faith and values, and my candidate's precedent, his platform, and his plans surrounding a wide variety of issues. You will not find me basing my support for Obama on lies and innuendo directed toward his opponent.

So in the mean time: If you are a McCain supporter, and you want to send me an e-mail, and the e-mail is full of emotional buzzwords, fear mongering, or name calling, I respectfully ask that you shut up!

(Oh, BTW, I climbed another tree over the weekend)

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Normalcy


Warning: this is one of the dullest blog entries yet. Feel free to skip it.

Our time away is ended, and life gets back to its normal routines. Miscellaneous things since the last blog:

- Took the kids yesterday to the World Forestry Center next to the Portland Zoo. On the way I stopped at Car Toys and got a radio for the "rig" (the Suburban) that has actually dials that aren't broken off and can play our various iPods. The Forestry Center was interesting, more so for the older kids. Still, worth the drive. I got some tree identification books and discovered I had wrongly labeled the tree I'd climbed as a Jeffrey Pine, when in fact it was a Ponderosa pine.
- Caught up on the Daily Show on Hulu
- Went to the office to plow through the stacks of charts that accumulated in my absence (see photo).
- We finally got our CineBlitz Bollywood magazine subscription in the mail.
- Sent an e-mail to In-N-Out Burger because of a local dentist's ad that seemed to be a trademark infringement.
- Climbed up and down a rope hanging from the roof, practicing various things (I want a big tree nearby).
- Played Candy Land with the younger kids (mind numbingly dull)
- Up an hour or two several nights not being able to sleep well (nothing new).
- Got retirement account and kid's college saving account statements in the mail - YIKES.

Ok, I'm stopping there because I'm boring myself. I'm feeling old these days; my warranty must've expired at 42 years.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

S42



Ok, now it's my turn to hit 42. Kate and I have our last full day at Sunriver today. We drove into Bend and had lunch at an Indian Restaurant (eating Indian at least once on our vacations is kind of a tradition).

I've always been a wanna be rock climber, and since we were in the home of modern sport climbing (Smith Rock) I went to a local climbing gym to get a feel for it. Long story short: my forearms were not really up to the task. I went up and down the wall about 5 times before my hands gave out -- wuss. Even then, I really could only use the holds that had a nice grab to them, the 2 or 3 finger holds were just not doable at my current strength. It's a blast, though. I wish there were a climbing gym closer to where I live.

Then Kate and I drove up to Pilot's Butte (something like that), a lava dome from where you can see the whole Bend area in 360 degrees. Beautiful. (The photo at the top of the blog is from there).

From there it was an hour in a bookstore (since Kate spent a good portion of her B-day with me in a tree, it's only fair that I spend a portion of mine with her in a book store), and then back to Sunriver.

We're going to kick-back for the rest of the day, lounge around with the fire going, watch a movie, it's all good.

Monday, October 6, 2008

K42




Today is Kate's 42nd Birthday! I'm trying to honor my family's privacy (see this entry) so I won't go into more details on that. But I had to explain the "K42" title.

K42 is the name I gave the beautiful Ponderosa pine I climbed today. We found it on a small trailhead about 20 minutes drive from Sunriver. It took over an hour to set the rope, and then I climbed for about an hour and a half, making only one additional pitch. It was getting late into the afternoon at that point, so I stopped about half way up.

I won't say any more except it was a beautiful day to climb, and an absolutely beautiful (looks AND smell, the sap has this wonderful vanilla scent) tree.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Ghost Town


Kate and I went and saw this movie tonight at (I think it's called) The Mill District, in Bend. We hadn't been there before and, it's cool. The photo at the top is from a walking path around the area. The three big smokestacks are, I'm guessing, from the old mill, but now are just sort of iconic. BUT, at the bottom of the stacks: REI. Woo Hoo. I got some carabiners, a light for my bike, and Kate got some slippers. The movie was good. Ricky Gervais is a very funny guy (although parts of it were pretty serious).

Ghost town also refers to the house here in Sunriver with the kids and Mom and Dad gone (they left today). It's been a good chance so far to reconnect, but it's hard to just slip out of our chaotic work and kid schedules and actually have time for just the two of us. I'm not complaining though. We had a lot of fun family time, even though brief. The kids, Kate, Mom and I played the world's longest round of Uno yesterday. We went through the deck 5 times till Mom finally won the round (but Ben won overall). Later after the kids went to bed, Mom and Dad and Kate and I played a game they had here at the house called "Compatable", which was a hoot, but also a little too psychoanalytical at times.

For the second time in 3 years, I signed up for, but did not due the Portland Marathon. It was run today. My training got held up for 2+ months when I broke my toe, so I had to bow out of today's run. I put in 10 miles this morning around Sunriver, but it's not the same (obviously).

C'est tout

Monday, September 29, 2008

Muddy

Yes, I meant "Peace" not "Peach". This is what happens when I try to be serious and reflective. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you're better off.

So, here's a video someone shot of one of the muddy slide parts of the Trask Mountain Assault (see two posts ago).

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Thoughts on a Peace March



I'm not sure what makes me uncomfortable about walking down Highway 99 for 24 blocks with other people carrying peace signs. Still, I'm frustrated / embarrassed / ashamed to say I was uncomfortable.

We attended the interfaith peace walk this evening. This is the second time we've gone. It was held at the First Baptist Church in town (not our "home" congregation). First off there was a good speaker, then we (people from the many different churches in town) walked quietly up and down Highway 99 carrying peace signs. Many people honked (presumably) in support, but this was not a universal sentiment. One guy yelled "Bomb Iraq" over and over as he passed the column. Another driver looked straight ahead and drove by with his middle finger stuck up at us outside his window. Most just drove by, eyes fixed on the road, seemingly pretending we weren't there.

As radical public spectacles go, this all seems fairly tame. I mean, really, who argues about peace? How is this a controversial subject? No one carried any campaign signs, and I even carried a big American flag with a Peace flag (smaller) underneath. It seems Christianity's view is open and shut on this subject, as are all the major religions. Politicians (even the hawks) all voice their hope for peace. So why the self-consciousness walking down the street, why does this simple appeal inspire vitriol?

I suppose in an election year, with a very polarized electorate, that "Peace" is somehow synonymous with Democrats, or liberals. Well, it shouldn't be. The fact that this group (and our family) has been doing this for the last three years should show that candidate advancement (or any particular political cause outside of Peace) is not a motivation. But that is not readily apparent, I suppose, to someone driving by.

It seems about the only thing that one in this society can be universally passionate about without causing discomfort is allegiance to a sports team. Put team flags on your car and drive around, no one bats an eye. Invite others over to your house to spend hours discussing and cheering on your team, and you're just another sports fan. But have the same sort of passion about something of real relevance, something that directly affects people's lives (be they families suffering through the horrors of war or billions of dollars spent on futile bombs and bribes) and invite stereotyping and derision.

I tend, by nature, to avoid conflict. I'm the guy who would rather eat the wrong meal than trouble the waiter by telling them that's not what I ordered. I know that is part of my discomfort in partaking of something like this, no matter how noble the cause. I don't want to offend anyone, even those whose views I find offensive. That can't be good. But I also know that little of substance or value is accomplished by timidity, so thus my periodic ventures into regions outside of my comfort zone.

I also think such exercises are of value in learning empathy. As a wealthy American Christian white male, I don't really spend any time with people making false assumptions about me, or disdaining me because of who I am or who they perceive me to be. To spend even 30 minutes in a minimally vulnerable position, and find I've provoked a hostile shout or an obscene gesture from a passing driver, can be eye opening. I can't imagine what it must be like to have people consistently hate you because of the color of your skin, or condemn you to hell because of who you choose to love, or pity you because of a disability. I think if we all could somehow be exposed more to each others vulnerabilities, we would have much less of a need to march for Peace.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Getting Dirty 2008







Now that my oldest is in X-C (cross-country) he gets to partake in the annual Trask Moutain Run. This is an event put on by the McMinnville High School's track team as a fundraiser at a ranch about 20 miles from here. It is basically a muddy, creek-crossing, uphill / downhill dirt run. The purpose is to get completely dirty and exhausted (and raise money).

Ben and I went up the night before and camped at the ranch. (The top picture is our truck (tent) at the campsite). Many of the high school teams that participate go up and stay in the bunk-houses on the ranch the night before the race. We parked the Suburban on a big grassy area by a large creek as our "camp". There is old log resort a couple minutes walk from there where we had a great spaghetti dinner (also a fund-raiser) and after dinner lounged around on leather recliners - he reading, me watching my iPod.

We slept well in the back of the truck, and got up the next morning and had another delicious meal (breakfast) at the main lodge.

A couple hours later was the run. Ben did a 3 km run with the other 7th and 8th graders and had a great effort. I did a 5 km "open" run after that, filled mostly with high schoolers not on official track teams, but also with some of us old farts. The course had several deep mud bogs, a few creek crossings, and some uphill and downhill muddy channels that necessitated sliding down on your butt (yes, that's mud on my posterior in the photo, the bowel evacuation was a previous post) or grappling up on hands and feet holding onto shrubbery to keep from slipping backwards. Great fun.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Godspeed Little Blue Car


I'm not sure why I feel guilty driving by my old Civic on the used car lot, but I do.

Here's the little guy's official web listing:

1996 Honda Civic

I guess it'll be a useful link until the car is sold. I hope it finds an owner that is good to it.

Ok, it's a car. I'll let it go....

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Ohio 9th District

My former congresswoman (when I was in Medical School).

Preach it, Marcy!!

Sunday, September 21, 2008

SRT Day 3



This'll be short, because I'm tired and need to go to bed.

Today the morning involved practicing some of the techniques we'd learned, and some new instruction. To be sure we had the skills in place we placed ascenders, climbed about 10 feet, changed over to decenders while on rope and rapelled down to the ground all while blindfolded. After that we learned and practiced Munter hitches.

The main event of the day was the wild tree climb, where we could pick any tree and climb it. I picked a tall, dark, handsome but scraggly conifer near where we'd been practicing. I don't know if it had a name, but I called it Shah Rukh Kahn after Kate's favorite Bollywood star, who has those same qualities. I climbed SRK for 2 and a half hours, and he presented his share of problems, but it was a great climb (they all are).

So, it's all over, and I'm definitely a much better climber for it. I learned a lot, and am excited to keep honing my skills and getting up in more trees. I can't say enough good things about Tim, who is a great teacher and a very down-to-earth guy for someone who makes his living being off the earth.

The grove where we trained is used frequently during the tree-climbing season, so I'm hoping to come back and climb those beautiful trees, and meet some new ones.

The pictures are of "Pagoda" the Oak (taken during my SRK climb), and the three of us (Me, Dennis, and Tim) standing next to Pagoda's trunk.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

SRT Day 2



Another day in the trees!

We met at 9:00 and watched a video (on computer) about assessing the safety of a tree. We then walked around the woods and looked at different trees and discussed potential hazards and such.

After that, it was up into Pagoda. Pagoda is the name of one of the two main Oak Trees that we train in. We practiced doing higher pitches. First you set your rope, and kind of slip-knot it around the branch ("anchor") then climb up the rope. Once you are up higher you take a weighted sack and some thinner line and throw the sack up to a higher anchor point in the tree. Then you take the other end of the main climbing rope (already attached to you at your belt) and pull that over the higher anchor point and affix it, and then transfer yourself over to this higher rope. Then you undo the first anchor and attach it to your belt.

In this way you can work yourself up the tree to higher and higher anchor points with the same rope, and always have an escape line to the ground.

It's a lot of procedural work, and doing things in a certain order that minimizes the risk of falling or dropping equipment, and it takes a lot of practice. That is why we were hanging from a tree for 6 hours today.

We also practiced installing 2nd anchors to use with a laynard. That allows you to walk out onto the end of branches and basically move through the tree in a horizontal, not just vertical direction.

At the end we installed tree boats (see photo above) way up high, and took a break from hanging in our saddles.

Part of the day was about the "spiritual" nature of climbing. Most (all) of the people who climb as a profession feel a real spiritual connection to the trees they climb. They will relate personalities of the trees, moods of the trees, and the like. Tim told us some amazing stories to illustrate those points. Laying in the tree boat at the end of the day I definitely felt it. You really do feel a closeness to a tree being up in the canopy, trusting it with your life, spending so much time examining it, looking at it, feeling it. Laying back in the tree boat the wind was cool, it was quiet, and the roof of the tree with all it's personality was played out above me to look at. It's part of the appeal of tree climbing. It's not just about the technical pleasure of rigging and climbing ropes, and the adrenaline part of being suspended high in the air on an 11mm thick rope, but the chance to get off the earth, and into another realm that just isn't the same when you're looking up at it as when you're in it. It's hard to explain, exactly, so I recommend you go climb a tree!

Tree Climbing NW


Tree Climbers International


Pacific Tree Climbing Institute


Speaking of the technical side of things (I was, see the paragraph above), Tim is involved in a lot of the design of tree-climbing equipment. The tree boats that we use have a new mosquito covering that is his design, and during today's climb, while we were talking he came up with an idea for a design change in the ascenders that will probably be reality very soon. I mention this only because I was there when he got the inspiration.

AND FINALLY: My reference to Carl XVI Gustof resulted in two hits to my blog from Sweden. So for all my Swedish readers: Hej!

Friday, September 19, 2008

SRT Day 1





Today was day 1 of my SRT class. SRT is "Single Rope Technique", and is a style of climbing that's used more in taller trees, and tends to have more equipment.

One other student from LA (Dennis) and I were instructed by Tim Kovar, from TCI (Tree Climbers International). The climbing world is still pretty small, especially at an instructor level, and this means that a pion like me can still be instructed by one of the most knowledgeable tree climbers in the world.

Tim (our instructor) just got back from the Amazon. He's climbed and guided everywhere. Here's a link from a Forbes Magazine article that features him prominently: Climbing the Amazon .

Dennis and I both have a fair amount of experience "on rope", so we got to move ahead a bit quickly. We started the day sitting out in a beautiful Oak Grove (with other trees as well) just south of Oregon City, on a large expanse of private property. It was a bit of dusty off-roading to get to the trees, so it was a good thing I had my Suburban. Plus, it could hold all my gear and still have room for me to stretch out an nap at lunch!

Anyway, we spent the morning going over equipment, discussing trees, and doing a lot of safety review. After that we practiced throwing lines into trees and then set our ropes. He had gear there, but let us use our own gear, also.

We practiced ascending for 10 feet or so, and then changing over to descenders of various types (Grigri's, Petzel I'D's, Piranhas). He focused a lot on placement and other pointers that you just can only get from someone who has done this as much as he has. After that, we climbed higher and practiced limb walking and refining our descent / rappel techniques.

At the end we moved over to another tree (we are climbing big Oaks) and set a line and did another climb, with him watching again. I was fairly tired at this point, and my skills completely fell apart.

All-in-all it was an excellent but very tiring day! I learned a lot!

The pictures: the top one shows the tree we mostly trained in today (I forgot her name). The trees are in open pasture, and we had to contend with cows and horses invading our site. At one point (while the other two were at lunch) I had to try to shoo away 5 horses who were messing around with my ropes and things. So, the second picture shows some of the horses at our site.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

My week, alphabetized

I decided to track the "conditions" I actually billed for (meaning in patients I actually had in a room to treat) this week. This does not include phone calls, faxes, pharmacy refills, hospital meetings, staff meetings, business decisions, nursing home requests, lab reviews, study sign-offs, and "curbsides".

Items appearing more than once means more than one patient with the problem. Some patients had multiple problems treated (every diagnosis is not a separate patient, but most are).

And so, in alphabetical order:


Abdominal pain
Achilles tendon tear
ADD
Anemia
Anxiety
Anxiety
Anxiety
Anxiety
Atrial fibrillation
Back pain
Back pain
Back pain
Back pain
Back pain
Breast reduction evaluation
Chronic back pain
Chronic fatigue syndrome
Chronic pain
Chronic pain
Chronic wound
Chronic wound
Concussion
Concussion
Connective tissue disorder
Constipation
Coronary artery disease
Coughing up blood
Coughing up blood
Coumadin management
Coumadin management
Coumadin management
Depression
Diabetes
Diabetes, new onset
Diverticulitis
Dizziness
DOT Physical
Ear pain
Eczema
Fall
Fall
Fatigue
Fever
Fever
Foot pain
Foot pain
Ganglion cyst
Groin rash
Headache
Hip fracture
Hip fracture
Hip pain
Hypertension
Hypertension
Hypothyroidism
Incontinence, urinary
Insomnia
Insomnia
Joint swelling
Knee injury
Knee pain
Leg pain
Lipid disorder
Lips swollen
Lips tingling
Menses, 12 year old who doesn’t want to deal with them
Neuropathy, leg
Ovarian cysts
Plantar fascia tear
Pneumonia
PTSD
Rectal bleeding
Seizures, new onset
Shingles
Shoulder pain
Sinusitis
Sinusitis
Sinusitis
Skin cysts
Smoking cessation
Sports physical
Stroke
Stroke
Swallowing difficulty
Testicle “missing”
Upper respiratory infection
Upper respiratory infection
Upper respiratory infection
Visual changes, acute
Well-child 1 year old
Well-child 6 months
Well-child check 13 years old
Well-child, 7 years old
Well-child, 9 years old
Wrist abscess

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Long live Carl XVI Gustaf


The title is irrelevant. He's the current King of Sweden, and I just wanted to see how many Swedish hits (if any) I could get to my blog by posting his name.

The weekend is almost over, the blogosphere is full of dire predictions for Black Monday tomorrow, so here's the latest:

  • Went with Mom and Dad to see "Chicago" at the local theater (The Gallery Theater). Excellent show. I knew basically nothing about the musical, but loved the performance! It's more adult themed, but the show was spunky and lively and fun (oh, except when that girl got hanged and the guys got shot). The advertising poster leads off this post.
  • Got a new set of tires for the Suburban (paid 1.5 times what I paid for the car for the tires), a trailer hitch, and some floor mats.
  • Caught up on work at the office. They re-paved and painted the parking lot this weekend, it looks nice.
Basically the biggest "event" of the weekend was negotiating and getting the SUV, so there's not a lot else to tell. I'm still getting used to the fact that the Civic is gone, and this is my new vehicle, but it's kind of fun. I DO miss being able to park in the garage, however.

Ok, off to bed.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Oh no you didn't !



I did, actually.

Bottom line: I traded in my '96 Honda Civic for a '97 GMC Suburban. Actually, it was a trade-in + $500, but that's all. (it's pictured above)

Rationalizations:
  • We can now carry 8 people. That means whole family plus two (for instance: Grandparents)
  • I don't drive much (have averaged less than 6,000 miles per year for the last 12 years) so the gas costs are not that bad
  • We can tow more (trailer, campers) with this vehicle
  • I now have a vehicle that I can fit my triathlon gear, and camping gear, etc into without having to borrow Kate's.
  • We can get up into the mountains in Winter, and off-road camping now because of the 4-wheel drive
  • The Honda dealer wanted $960 to fix my broken electric window switches. The switches will inexplicably stop working for long periods of time. Currently, they happen to be working, so for half the cost of the repair, I get a whole new vehicle.
  • The color matches our house trim perfectly (weak rationalization, I know)
  • The economic and gas situation being what it is, this is probably the only time I would have been able to trade a Civic for a Suburban
  • Safer in a crash due to it's size (I have a little bit of a problem with this excuse, however, since safer for me means less safe for the other vehicle)
  • (Convoluted "green" argument, stick with me on this one) Since I drive relatively infrequently, and for short distances, I am making my fuel efficient car available to someone who has to drive a lot, and taking a fuel inefficient vehicle and putting it into minimal use. Ok, it's a stretch.
  • Now we can get into the freezer in the garage without me having to pull my car out
  • With HUGE untapped oil fields in the ANWR and off the coasts, and with the Republicans leading in the polls, and the altruistic oil companies who will sell all the extra oil to America, cheap, I'm sure McCain and Palin will be driving gas prices into the low $2.00 range once the McCain administration goes into action, so I wanted to stay ahead of the curve.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Gotcha Day Nick


Today is Nick's 4th Gotcha Day. This is the sign we found on the garage when we brought Nick home to meet the rest of the kids. 4 years of being a complete family - the time flies.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Be Afraid

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This nation is best served by an intelligent, informed electorate. Those of us who worry that large parts of the voting public will fall for easy manipulations like playing upon fears, pandering to prejudices, and repeatedly hitting buzzwords like patriotism or "conservative values" are often labeled elitist or patronizing. The public is smarter than that.

I'd like to believe that. I need to believe that.

Then I read the Sunday Parade magazine, and see the two-page spread for Amish space-heaters. The photos show nice Amish people, renown for their craftsmanship and quality, making these heaters in their barn-raising workshops, bringing their goods to the market on the back of a horse and buggy. And I realize, this isn't satire. This heater company believes, with good reason, that they can take their mass-produced, big-city manufactured (probably overseas) space heaters and throw into their sales pitch ridiculous pictures of clearly staged Amish nonsense and people will fall for it.

But....but...it's made by the Amish!

No, it isn't.

This, THIS is why I worry about elections.

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I have decided to make next week POLITICS FREE. I am so sick of listening to all the opinions, bloviations, name-calling and fact-distortions on both sides that I'm going cold-turkey for a week. No "Opinions" section of the paper. No talk radio. No on-line political news or commentary, no nothing! I think I will be a happier person for it. I'll let you know how it goes.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Today

  • Took the kids to the Newby playground to.....play
  • Phoned in a prescription to Bi-Mart
  • Hung out a lot of laundry (it's good dryin' weather)
  • Fell asleep on the recliner
  • Got caught up on my charting
  • Played, and lost, Uno with the kids
  • Strung the philodendron in my office back up to the ceiling and out of eye-poking range
  • Spent too much time on Facebook and Fark.com
  • Checked on a newborn at the hospital
  • Pulled the subscription postcards out of two magazines I got in the mail
  • Had a Corona (while on call.....shhhhhhh)
  • Picked some pears and apples from the yard
  • Watched the Daily Show on Hulu (Republican Convention - Jon NAILED IT)
  • Listened to the kids bicker

Friday, September 5, 2008

Get a life II



See "Get a life" (earlier blog) for explanation.