Only rarely does a free photo service provide an image as perfect as the one shown.
My life lately has presented a whole drawer of silverware in the middle of the road. I find myself contemplating a choice of paths almost daily.
Taking one or the other is mutually exclusive. The wrong choice may lead to the wrong destination. It may be an express route, or it could be a long, tiresome detour.
I keep telling myself that life is a journey, not a destination.
Some of these choices belong to me alone. Others involve my family. Some are completely out of my control.
Over the coming months a number of these choices will be revealed. Monday, August 2, the first choice becomes public. I hope you will stroll with me a bit along this new road.
Enjoy the weekend. More to come soon!
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Today’s post provides a happier note, a wearable yet attractive item for the foot:
Queen by Moda Spana costs $49.95 at DSW. Its 3-inch heel provides a modest bit of lift, and the wrap-across-the-forefoot leaves a peep-toe and a D’Orsay effect on the instep. These beauties are elegant yet practical for most of my workdays.
They come in the metallic shown and in black.
I promise I will post something besides shoes later this week, but I have to admit this Shoe-fari has been a load of fun!
I don’t get peep-toe boots. Being from the midwest, boots are for cold, slushy weather. Leaving the toe open defeats their general purpose.
Add an ugly design that resembles nothing more than a neutral bowling shoe with a heel, and you have something not worth my hard-earned cash. Maybe someone out there can explain the appeal of the Buren to me ($139 at Nine West).
Because I really don’t get it.
Today we stalk the great cats, but not just any cougar. No, today we find something closer to a snow leopard:
Embry 2, shown in white leopard, features printed pony hair with leather trim and soles. Its original price was $198, but you can now snatch these up from the Via Spiga shop for $79.
Makes me want to purrrrrrrrr.
As I mentioned with Friday’s selection, I have a desire to feel tough, wicked, even bad-ass right now. Friday’s shoe took that desire over the top; today’s version reflects a more subtle take. Kallie ($59.95 at DSW online) restricts the studs to a small platform. This caramel brown version looks more “I mean business” than “I’m going to hurt you.”
As the new fall fashions hit the magazines, I will share more of my finds during Shoe-Fari 2010.
This weekend the Nebraska State Legion Baseball Tournament is in full swing. In turn, this means heat and humidity and catching rays in the bleachers. For your consideration, I present the following shoe:
http://www.zappos.com/product/7660830/color/1394Nieti, by Donald J. Pliner, costs $235 at Zappos. These Italian beauties rock several trends that work now and into autumn, including statement hardware and, for the Ocean colored ones shown, bright sandals. When temperatures drop, these will slip over a pair of black tights.
I have to go to a baseball game now, but I’m dreaming of heels even though I’m wearing Fit-Flops!
As you may have heard, ScienceBlogs had some issues last week. Bloggers have been changing sites faster than I can edit my links. We have finally heard from the pseudonymous goddess who got me hooked, Isis the Scientist:
So, after the events of the last couple weeks, what is the reality of Isis the Scientist?
I've had a lot to consider. But, after speaking with Adam Bly today, I get the impression that he is still passionate about trying to continue this conversation and I believe that he is engaging with us, the folks who provide content to the site, in good faith. I think he is vested in seeing this enterprise succeed and in working together collaboratively. I can only take him at his word, and so On Becoming a Domestic and Laboratory Goddess will remain at Scienceblogs. Here, I'll continue to blog about the practice of being a woman in science. After all, science is culture and all that. If some of the ideas discussed today with the powers that be come to fruition, this could still be a groundbreaking place to watch.
Just as I have felt the need to have two creative outlets, the goddess has chosen a similar path. However, she still hasn’t blogged any shoes for a couple of weeks. (I know she has been distracted by pepsigate and shitbubbles and all…)
Today I am feeling particularly bad-ass, so I offer these to my online community:
Lorissa, by Sam Edelman, sells for #200.95 at Zappos. They also come in white. My husband would absolutely FREAK about what those studs could do to the carpet floor mats in my car. But they do look tough. Think what you could do to someone with a backward kick! Hmmmm. Maybe my daughter needs a pair…
So today I posted over on pascalelane.net about a study that just started up, Open Notes. A perspective on this experiment, based on interviews with participating physicians and patients, is published in the current Annals of Internal Medicine.
So click on over and tell me what you think. Should patients have unfettered access to their clinic visit notes?
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The current issue (16 July) of Science includes an article on mutations that protect from sleeping sickness but promote kidney disease in people of African descent. As a nephrologist, I know this is a BIG STORY. Several press releases have made their way to my editorial in-box about this cool and significant genetic-association study.
I am going to blog about something else in the issue (full article here).
Anatomy sometimes seems like the poor stepchild of the medical school. You have to keep it around, but it lacks the sexy research found in biochemistry or cell biology. When medical schools combine departments to save resources, anatomy often goes under the axe.
Turns out, a lot of what we know about anatomy may be ethically tainted. In the early 20th century, Germany and Austria produced some of the world’s finest scientists in many disciplines (rocket science, anyone?). As the Nazis rose to power, anatomists developed arrangements with executioners to obtain cadavers for dissection, instruction, and research.
In 1938, senior anatomists at the University of Vienna began an unusual arrangement: They worked closely with local Nazi officials to obtain corpses for teaching and research, receiving the bodies of prisoners shot in the Gestapo rifle range or guillotined in Vienna's assize court building. So many corpses were transferred that Viennese authorities ran a special streetcar, dubbed the "Death Transport," between the court and the medical school in the early morning. If the medical school morgue was full, court officials postponed the executions. Viennese physicians secured at least 1337 bodies of Nazi victims this way, according to a report issued by the University of Vienna in 1998.
I have emphasized that one sentence because this degree of coordination between executioners and medical schools amazes me, even given the atrocities of the era.
The article goes on to describe other ethical breakdowns during the Nazi years, including studies by Hermann Stieve on the effect of stress (scheduling of one’s execution) on ovulation and menstruation:
He sent an assistant to Plötzensee to obtain from prison doctors the women's medical histories, as well as data on their menstrual cycles and reactions to the announcement of their execution date. He also persuaded Plötzensee's director to continue conducting executions in the morning, despite the daylight air attacks in Berlin, so tissue samples could be processed the day of the execution.
A sidebar article discusses Pernkopf’s Atlas, considered by many the gold standard of anatomical illustration; however, Pernkopf and his artists were avid Nazis. Many of these dissections and illustrations came from the executions described above.
Should we still use these illustrations given their tainted past?
I say no. The examples shown are gorgeous, no doubt, but I managed to learn enough anatomy to practice medicine via other sources. Today, Amazon lists 41,906 results when I searched “anatomy” in their books section. We can live without Pernkopf.
I encourage everyone to read the original articles by Heather Pringle, author of The Master Plan: Himmler’s Scholars and the Holocaust (2005).
What are you waiting for? Click those links and READ!
Please forgive the photo of my toes, but I had to demonstrate the power of the Axxium pedicure. I had this UV-light-cured gel pedicure done 4 weeks ago today. My nails have grown out, so I will get it re-done this week, but THERE ARE NO CHIPS. I have worn nothing but sandals since having this done, and I was at Walt Disney World on vacation for one of those weeks.
My toes above sport Cajun Shrimp. I haven’t decided where to go next; probably a deep purple-y color.
I tried a manicure which lasted a whole week. Unfortunately, I accidently cut into the polish on a sharp edge while I was doing some kitchen work. Removing this stuff is, well, a bitch. I may keep doing my hands with traditional polish most of the time, and save this procedure for travel.
Being a mom is never boring, although sometimes I could use a bit less excitement. Even now, with my “baby” scouting out universities for 2011, he can still provide moments that remind me not to take anything too seriously.
Last week I was up to my eyeballs in clinic patients when I realized I had not turned the ringer off on my BlackBerry. I realized this because it was ringing, of course, and my son was calling. Tim is a texter, not a caller, so I answered. If he wanted verbal communication, fire or massive blood loss was probably in progress. The conversation went something like this:
Tim: “ Mom, I have a hypothetical question.”
Me: “OK. Make it quick. I am working.”
T: “Suppose someone cut off my left sideburn. How can I make it look even with the right one?”
M: “Well, I would cut off the right one even with the left. And what do you mean by ‘hypothetical?’”
T: “OK, so technically this isn’t a hypothetical question. Is there anything else I could try besides cutting off the right one?”
M: “Who the hell is cutting your hair?”
T: “A friend. She, I mean he or she, forgot to put the guard on after cleaning out the clippers and whacked off the sideburn accidently.”
M: “Look, I think you will have to cut the other one off even and let them grow back. Maybe you should go to the barber and get it done. I have patients to see. Talk to you later.”
T: “OK. Bye, Mom.”
About 30 minutes later he shared his solution with me:
I took the guard off and buzzed my head. I am officially bald.
He also posted the “officially bald” part on his facebook wall. I knew it must be true.
Of course, we have to get senior photos done soon. His father felt doing this just before their college tours may not have been his best idea. I’m hoping they will assume he had chemo recently and come up with more scholarships, but I have always been a dreamer.
It’s only hair. It will grow back. And I have had a great story to share.
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At left is an artistic rendition of how I spent most of my weekend. See, my son’s American Legion Baseball team, the Deeb Mustangs, lost their first game. They then proceeded through the loser’s bracket, in significant heat, to face another team for the regional/area championship tomorrow.
I have spent much of my weekend hot and sweaty. Not in a good way. Not in a bloggy way.
Tonight, I finally finished a post over at Stream of Thought. I really had planned to do something else here at Golden Thoughts, but I don’t have the energy right now.
Tomorrow night we play a much-favored team at 5pm. If we win that game, we have to beat them again at 8 to win the tournament. No promises for tomorrow, but I will share more Golden Thoughts this week.
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The IDEAL trial (Initiating Dialysis Early and Late) is a prospective randomized trial of initiating dialysis in adults early (eGFR 10-15 mL/min) and late (5-7 mL/min). It’s also an Australia and New Zealand study, so I get to use this cool satellite image (click it to see its full-screen glory).
While the study reveals no advantage (or disadvantage) to early initiation of dialysis, only 102 of the 424 patients assigned to the late-start group made it to the target range of eGFR. Yup, 76% of patients started dialysis before planned, presumably because of uremic symptoms. And no analysis of these 102 patients who really waited late is presented.
Click on over to the full post.
And enjoy that cool image.
I planned to discuss a recent study publication today.
I also considered some sort of tribute to Bastille day. When your dad’s a French historian (who gives you a French name), you grow up celebrating such things.
Then I heard something on the radio. The National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) passed a resolution calling for the Tea Party movement to expel the racists and bigots in its midst or take responsibility for them.
I am sure we all remember the signs at the demonstrations, and the slurs yelled at people of color, in particular African-American members of congress and President Obama.
The Tea Party response requires some attention:
"I don't recall the NAACP speaking out when George Bush was portrayed as curious George or as the Joker," said Mark Williams, a national spokesman for the Tea Party Express.
I really don’t see that these were racial slurs against George W. Bush. If they somehow disrespect caucasians, I would greatly appreciate an explanation. I thought these characterizations questioned his intelligence and motives, both fair-game for public figures. Unfortunately, Williams goes on to say even more:
"You're dealing with people who are professional race baiters, who make a very good living off this kind of thing. They make more money off of race than any slave trader ever. It's time groups like the NAACP went to the trash heap of history where they belong with all the other vile racist groups that emerged in our history,"
The NAACP is a vile racist group making big bucks?
Nowhere in the response does Williams address the overtly bigoted nature of some Tea Party demonstrators. He never describes their activities as unfortunate or a small minority, nor does he try to deny their existence. Instead, he attacks the NAACP and their lack of response to someone comparing Dubya to the Joker.
You could get the feeling that he condones the sort of behavior the NAACP protests. But I am sure that interpretation makes me some sort of vile racist.
Teacup courtesy of PhotoXpress.
For the last 48 hours, every time I pull up the internet, the YouTube gadget on my iGoogle home page has featured the following image from some World Cup video:
Now, I have to go see patients. I hope something on rounds can remove this image from my retinas.
For those of you in the real world, you may not have noticed when the proverbial shit hit the fan at ScienceBlogs last week. Being on vacation, I discovered the controversy a few days late myself, when the flotsam and jetsam started hitting my twitter feed (#sbFAIL if you want to search for comments there).
ScienceBlogs, a subsidiary of SEED Media Group, provides an aggregation of 80 bloggers interested in science and associated issues: working in academia, women in science, science-based medicine, and assorted other topics. I follow a number of blogs there regularly and link to them in the blogroll in the right column.
Some of them may be changing their blog sites soon.
ScienceBlogs provided what I believed was an ideal model of an online “magazine.” Bloggers provided independent content that was fresh, interesting, and (sometimes) controversial. By virtue of the traffic this collection of individuals attracted, ScienceBlogs could get advertising to support the site and its authors. Many of these authors write under pseudonyms [can you call it a pen name in this digital age?], so they could have bias or conflicts of interest we know nothing about. Others could be Googled so we could know their issues. I mean, Google sees everything.
Seems a new blog popped up recently in the health and medicine channels. Food Frontiers turned out to be a paid blog; not ScienceBlogs paying the blogger, but Pepsico paying to post material on the site. Food Frontiers departed abruptly from the ScienceBlogs model. Many bloggers felt it compromised the reputation they had worked so hard to build for themselves and for their site.
Some of the Sciblings (what the ScienceBloggers call themselves) wrote about the whole mess. One of my favorites was posted by Abel Pharmboy who addressed the way the whole episode could have been approached without the ensuing failure.
And failure is the only word strong enough for this fiasco. The offending blog has now been removed from ScienceBlogs (although it still lives on at the Pepsi website). Stories started circulating about behind-the-scenes issues and complaints (poor technical support and late payments), including other ethical problems with SEED magazine, the parent company. It seems the wall between advertising and content never was particularly strong. As a magazine editor myself, I know the pains we take to keep editorial control isolated from those who sell the ads. SEED allowed those barriers to break on several occasions.
I thought about presenting the ScienceBlogs model to groups to convince them to become blog aggregators. Go out on the web, find the bloggers writing about your area, and invite them to post at your site. The group can generate enough traffic to interest advertisers. Now, I would be hesitant to present ScienceBlogs as anything but a warning to others.
I had once applied to write at ScienceBlogs, but they never invited me into their fold. And now I’m pretty glad about that. Could this bias what I’m writing today? Yes- but I’m telling you that. Blogger transparency in practice here.
There is still an air of chaos among the Sciblings, especially those whose choice to stay or go has not yet been made. One thing is for sure: ScienceBlogs is irrevocably changed by this episode. And probably not for the better.
Exit sign image courtesy of PhotoXpress.
Hemolytic uremic syndrome (HUS) flourishes in the summer, for reasons we do not understand. This common cause of acute kidney injury in children also demonstrates geographic hot-spots, and the disorder can reach epidemic rates in July and August.Yes, Nebraska seems to be one of the hot-spots.
Fifty years ago, Harper Lee had the kind of success that most writers only dream about: Shortly after her novel, To Kill a Mockingbird, was published on July 11, 1960, it hit the best-seller lists. In 1961, it won a Pulitzer Prize, and in 1962, it was made into an Academy Award-winning film. It has never gone out of print.Reading this book is a rite of passage for most adolescents in the US. Mary McDonagh Murphy interviewed writers, journalists, historians, and artists to collect their impressions in her book, Scout, Atticus & Boo. The NPR story also includes thoughts from students who recently read the book.
In Tom Robinson, the African-American man unjustly accused of rape, she saw not a victim, but a hero. He reminded her of her father and grandfather — African-American men who put up with untold humiliation in order to take care of their families.To Kill A Mockingbird touches so many people in so many ways. For me, it illustrates the power of stories. Statistics may demonstrate racism or sexism or poverty other iniquities, but even with glitzy animated graphics they cannot enthrall us as plot and people do. Stories may be fictional, like To Kill A Mockingbird, or completely true, like The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks. In either of these cases, the way we come to know the characters and care about them (even if we hate them) helps the lessons stick.
The Lane family vacation ended yesterday, with relatively uneventful flights back to Omaha. Today I am back at work, reviewing my data that no trip goes unpunished. I am still rejecting the null hypothesis on this one…
Parents with a child in a stroller (or even pushing the thing empty) seem compelled to use it as a plow in the parks.
We were that couple once. We lugged our son around Walt Disney World when he was 2 years old. He spent, perhaps, 30% of his time in it. Our next trip, when he was 4, did not require the device. He felt “too big” to need a stroller; he could walk!
Last week, I saw kids in strollers who must have been 7 or 8 years of age. Seriously, these children were lapping over the sides of the strollers. Kids that age should be walking! If they are too tired, you need to rest them or leave the park! If they cannot walk for medical reasons, they need a different sort of conveyance that fits them.
Or you just want to use the damn stroller as a weapon.
I wish Magic Kingdom had a special attraction. One you were invited into after super-secret personnel saw a stroller ram your legs or knock your elderly mom down (again). You could enter an area with other adults and beat old strollers into oblivion with baseball bats.
Now that would be magical.
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I have a confession.I have been seeking satisfaction elsewhere.
No, nothing like that.
See, for a variety of reasons, I started another blog. It can be accessed from my website, pascalelane.net, or via pascalelane.wordpress.com. Stream of Thought, as I’m calling it, will focus on professional material such as healthcare and diseases. A lot of posts will be geared toward parents and children with kidney disease. See links to my current posts below:
Golden Thoughts will remain for another audience. Humor, wardrobe advice, and other topics near and dear to my heart will have this venue for discussion.
For a few days I will be spending time with my family and not posting at either location. Don’t worry- I’m not fooling around with a third blog.
Tomorrow I fly again, through the hot muggy skies of Omaha to the hot muggy world of Orlando. As I wait for my flip video camera to upload, I trolled through the TSA site. Omaha’s airport now has one of those fancy imagers. I don’t think it’s on the set of gates I use, but it could be.
So here are potential images from these machines as stolen acquired from TSA:
Images above used backscatter technology; the ones below were generated with millimeter wave:
The images cannot be seen at the screening checkpoint, only at a remote site.
Electronics: Electronics the size of a standard laptop or larger, such as game consoles and full-size DVD players, and video cameras that use video cassettes must be removed from their carrying cases and submitted separately for X-ray screening. Smaller electronics such as e-readers, netbooks and iPads typically do not need to be removed from carry-on baggage for screening.
I have always removed my netbook from the case for screening, but not my Kindle, phone, or iPod. I’m not really clear on why a netbook or iPad can be screened through a layer of neoprene, but a 13” laptop cannot.
My download is almost complete. That’s my cue to go home and pack!
Once again it is College World Series, Omaha’s annual block party. Last night I saw the TCU Horned Frogs succumb to the Bruins of UCLA. Once the sun set, the evening breeze cooled us in a pleasant way. The evening was lovely, yet bittersweet.
This was the final CWS game that I will see in Rosenblatt Stadium.
The Johnny, as locals call it, hosts its 61st and final CWS this year. The facility is showing its age (aren’t we all?), and it would be nice to see the field of play from the concession area, as in most modern ballparks.
Johnny Rosenblatt was an athlete and local businessman and political figure who brought the CWS to Omaha:
Johnny Rosenblatt (1907-1979) whose name graces this ballpark, played amateur, semipro, and professional baseball before entering a life of public service. He located this hilltop site and pushed for its construction. It opened in 1948, and two years later, attracted the NCAA College World Series. Rosenblatt Stadium has won the hearts of those who have attended the College World Series.
Johnny, ebullient and upbeat, served as mayor of Omaha from 1954 to 1961, but was stricken with Parkinson's Disease in the prime of life. Omaha's Rosenblatt Stadium, also home to the Omaha Royals, has carried his name since 1964. Thanks to the dedication of the city of Omaha and countless benefactors, the stadium has evolved into a representation of what college baseball is all about -- teamwork, dedication and camaraderie.
More about the stadium and its history can be found on the CWS website.
Lots of traditions do not make the cut for the NCAA’s history. Every game, the general admission folks begin to chant “Right Field Sucks” and “Left Field Sucks.” Back and forth the verbal volleys fly, often for an entire inning. Contraband, highly illicit beach balls bounce throughout the stadium, although primarily in these outfield “cheap seats.” Last night, in addition to the occasional ball ponging about, left field got organized in this misdemeanor activity. They managed to keep about 40 inflated beach balls (and one inflated whale) hidden until the middle of the fifth inning. At that point zombie beach balls attacked. THEY WERE EVERYWHERE. Security and ushers rushed to remove errant balls from the field and delayed the game to expell at least two purported masterminds. Frankly, I found it delightful! To organize this crowd of strangers into an inflatable-toy flash mob required an impressive skill set, especially given the amount of beer some had consumer prior to entering the stadium.
A few years back, I bought tickets to the finals at a charity auction. My son, then in middle school, and I were in town without sister or father, daughter or husband. We attended every minute of the 3 game final series, including one which required 45 minutes huddling in the concourse during a thunderstorm. The temperature, about 95 when we entered the Johnny, dropped to 70. The souvenir shop sold out of sweatshirts in about 10 minutes. I did not rush to leave, even though I had to work the next morning. We stayed so he could see the victory dog-pile when the Oregon State Beavers claimed their title. My dedication to baseball during that series impressed my son, possibly more than anything I have else I have done.
I understand the shortcomings of Rosenblatt. The CWS deserves a shiny new facility, although I wish it would still bear the name of the man who brought this event to Omaha, rather than the corporation who paid for naming rights. They can move the “Road to Omaha” statue there, but it won’t be the same.
Goodbye, Johnny. I’ll always love you.
Yup, I know how they feel. My section, my specialty is definitely less equal these days.
The week proved more interesting than I hoped. Anger and irritation dominated my thoughts the past couple of days, gnawing through my best intentions.
While such a situation can produce much blog fodder, a coherent post requires more self-indulgent rumination about, well, everything. I need a few days removed, a bit more perspective.
In other words, what I thought about writing… I’m not. At least not today.
My online life will be undergoing reorganization soon. Don’t worry; I will still spew Golden Thoughts.
So stay tuned; the best may be yet to come.
Image courtesy of PhotoXpress.
17% of the blogs include enough information for patients to identify themselves or their physicians
I occasionally blog stuff inspired by my patients. I never worry that they will identify me- if they don’t, I would be really worried! I use my real name and image, after all.
Most of the time I am blogging a condition, such as volume overload or neonatal hypertension. While these posts may have been inspired by one or more in my care, the posts reviewed the conditions; no patient data of any sort were shared!
Could my patients identify themselves from my posts? A number of parents of hypertensive neonates probably believe their child inspired me to put fingertips to keyboard, but they cannot tell from that post. Only one post comes to mind in which the patient concerned would know for sure it came about because of him: the post on Page kidneys. Given the date of the post, the few vague items presented, and the fact that this patient knows he has the honor of being the first and only patient I have treated for this condition, he would figure it out.
I do not feel this post is unethical. Only someone who knows this person’s diagnosis and that I am his doctor can identify the patient. If they already know that much about him, they will learn nothing new from the post! The pathophysiology of Page kidneys, not the patient, remains the focus of the blog.
would never try not to moan about inappropriate or inconvenient patients in a public forum. All physicians have “war stories” that we share; this blog is not the time or place. Occasionally I write about colleagues when either (1)I do not care if they read it and know it is about them; or (2) I have no clue who it is. Either way, no ethical issues apply. These situations are like complaining about jerks in traffic.
I have to go see a patient now. I am not going to say who, where, or what, though. And this kid will never know s/he inspired my closing today!
Image above is my daughter about 20 years ago. No patients were compromised in the creation of this post.
You know, there are times when we happen to beFree to Be You and Me now has a 35th anniversary edition in print. I guess
Just sitting there, quietly watching TV,
When the program we're watching will stop for a while
And suddenly someone appears with a smile,
And starts to show us how terribly urgent
It is to buy some brand of detergent,
Or soap or cleanser or cleaner or powder or paste or wax or bleach,
To help with the housework.
Now, most of the time it's a lady we see,
Who's doing the housework on TV.
She's cheerfully scouring a skillet or two,
Or she's polishing pots till they gleam like new,
Or she's scrubbing the tub or she's mopping the floors,
Or she's wiping the stains from the walls and the doors,
Or she's washing the windows, the dishes, the clothes,
Or waxing the furniture till it just glows,
Or cleaning the fridge or the stove or the sink,
With a light-hearted smile, and a friendly wink,
And she's doing her best to make us think
The her soap, or detergent or cleanser or cleaner or powder or paste or wax or bleach,
Is the best kind of soap, or detergent or cleanser or cleaner or powder or paste or wax or bleach,
That there is in the whole wide world.
And, maybe it is, and maybe it isn't,
And maybe it does what they say it will do,
But I'll tell you one thing I know is true.
The lady we see when we're watching TV,
The lady who smiles as she scours or scrubs or rubs or washes or wipes or mops or dusts or cleans,
Or whatever she does on our TV screens,
That lady is smiling because she's an actress,
And she's earning money for learning those speeches
That mention those wonderful soaps and detergents and cleansers and cleaners and powders and pastes and waxes and bleaches.
So, the very next time you happen to be
Just sitting there quietly watching TV,
And you see some nice lady who smiles
As she scours or scrubs or rubs or washes or wipes or mops or dusts or cleans,
Remember, nobody smiles doing housework but those ladies you see on TV.
Your mommy hates housework,
Your daddy hates housework,
I hate housework too.
And when you grow up, so will you.
Because even if the soap or cleanser or cleaner or powder or paste or wax or bleach
That you use is the very best one,
Housework is just no fun.
Children, when you have a house of your own,
Make sure, when there's house work to do,
That you don't have to do it alone.
Little boys, little girls, when you're big husbands and wives,
If you want all the days of your lives
To seem sunny as summer weather,
Make sure, when there's housework to do,
That you do it together!
I will be on call the next couple of days and may not take time to blog. After back-to-back business trips, a few piles of laundry call out for my attention as well. Oh, yeah, I have to work at a baseball game tonight and perform parental duties.
If you haven’t seen it yet, head on over to The Scholarly Kitchen for a 10 minute video on the power of time perspectives. The real-time drawing is cool on its own; the information presented raises the cool factor to ice!
What are you waiting for? Click the link already!
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See, a bunch of my friends have recently “passed” kidney stones. Really, “passed” is too gentle a term for what these small but mighty gravel bits inflict on their hosts.
Now, based on the composition of the stone and/or analysis of what a person excretes in their urine, we have a number of therapeutic options to prevent stone recurrence. But the mainstay of all therapy remains water. Lots and lots of water. The more water is in the urine, the less likely other molecules are to come together and rock on.
So, you take a stone (or, if you can’t get it when it passes, substitute a garden rock) and put it in your drinking water. The teensiest bit of it will then be in the water. Drink 3 or more quarts of this liquid each day, and your stone formation will decrease dramatically.
When I searched kidney stones and homeopathy earlier today, Google found more than 3 million sites. Most of these would love to separate you from your hard-earned cash. I have just given you an excellent, nephrologist-certified homeopathic kidney stone preventative FOR FREE.
If this tonic fails to prevent stones, please see your doctor. You may have a more serious disorder requiring different treatments. Don’t worry- they will continue to encourage this “natural” remedy (albeit without the stone or rock).
Image from Wikipedia Commons.
As a visual person, I love both written words and images. Books-on-CD will never cut it for me. Word Clouds make me smile. Wordle, my favorite word cloud site, will let you create clouds from any web site with an RSS feed.
Today’s image comes from the wisdom of Dr. Isis:I really thought other synonyms would trump “penis,” if nothing else from their inclusion in “cockweaseldouchemonkey,” athough that appears to be a single word. Enjoy!
Once again I write my update from the Omaha Airport. Today I fly to Washington, DC, for a study section for the Veteran’s Administration research program. Physicians and scientists with appointments to a VA hospital can apply for grants to support research that betters the lives of veterans. Since veterans are generally people, much of this work will benefit everyone.
The process began several months ago with an email. I had finished a regular term on this study section last May, but they needed me again for the session tomorrow. Over the next couple of months I signed agreements about confidentiality, ethical conduct, and travel reimbursement. I then received a spreadsheet with information about who submitted a proposal and what it was about. Based on that information, I could declare a conflict if I had collaborated with someone on the grant. I could also indicate applications I really wanted to review and those that I did not wish to consider. About 2 months ago I received my assignments and the current scoring guidelines.
I generally read all of my applications through once for a general feel about them; you might be surprised how well this first impression correlates with the final score generated by the group! Then I read each in more detail and evaluate each of the following areas:
After writing up each of my assignments, I then assigned them a score from 1-5 using defined criteria. Three of us reviewed each proposal and posted our scores and critiques on line. On some of them, all three of us gave nearly the same score; others have a bit of spread that will have to be resolved when we discuss them face-to-face tomorrow.
Study sections can be inefficient and unfair, but thus far they are the best system we have for doling out limited funds. I am proud to participate.
I hope the people reviewing my current proposal today and/or tomorrow feel as positive as I do right now.
Piggybank image courtesy of PhotoXpress.
Things are not quite as dire as the photo, but I really need some treadmill time before another afternoon lounging by the pool.
Of course, this provides another opportunity to watch an episode of Glee.
So enjoy the holiday. Enjoy your family and friends.
Image courtesy of PhotoXpress.