I really wish you wouldn't spit in my face when you say that.
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Going to Miami tomorrow through Thursday (Miramar). Don’t think I’ll have time to do anything fun though.
First time hitting the weights in a while after tweaking my shoulder. You lose any gains fast as you age. Geez.
Slow news day...
Train does a decent cover of Ramble On.
Wooooo, the courtyard Marriott in Miami. Kardashians everywhere!
Something about that baseline. As a early teenager with a long client list of neighborhood yards to mow, I used to hum that baseline in my brain As kind of an aural meditative mantra. When Jack Black called them the greatest band ever he was clearly wrong but easily forgiven. The rain song is a staple of my play list when I pick up my Martin late at night.
My offspring is apparently the size of a cauliflower today.
Or, alternatively, Zack Morris's cell phone.
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Muppet references whenever they arise!
Finally, got my tax refund. Woohoo!
Drinking a Florida Man. Cigar City does good work.
Definitely going to blow off work this afternoon and find a spot to watch the game. Surely I'm not the only one, right?
Sorry for calling you Shirley.
Can't decide if I should stay at the office an extra half hour or leave at halftime to watch the rest at home. I only live 2 miles from my office, so not a big deal either way. I have two monitors, so I can watch on one screen and work on the other.
Flying back from Miami, no Kardashians in tow.
Worse things than an airport bar and a Duke game!
I felt a little bad for Pitt today.
I dislike UVA basketball, but will be happy to see them emerge victorious over the 'heels.
Another two win day!
That was an uncomfortable flight home.
We’re finishing up the last couple of weeks’ lessons about the Industrial Age, urbanization, immigration, etc. by watching An American Tail in class today. This movie is a fantastic way of teaching these topics, and the kiddos are eating it up (along with the copious candy and snacks I encouraged them to bring for us all to share).
One of my favorite days of every school year.
I have, on two occasions in my life, voluntarily switched my aisle seat with particularly tall middle seat passengers. The rules though 1) I've got to be able to tell you're over 6 feet tall at a glance. If I think you might be 5' 11'', you're stuck in the middle. 2) Absolutely no dirty looks or sighs thrown my way if I have to use the restroom mid-flight.
I remember the smoking section in the back of the plane (and the 5 unfortunate rows in front of them)
My husband is 6' 4" with back issues. I view it as a public health service. As for karma, I got paid back on my recent rip to San Jose. On the way out, there was one empty seat on the plane, the middle seat between me and the very nice young woman in the window seat.
Last summer I got a chance to repay some of the kindness/patience others (but not all others!) had shown to me when I used to travel with 4 kids. My daughter and I were flying from Phoenix to BWI on Southwest with priority boarding and took an aisle and a window seat fairly close to the front. We figured we would strategically choose a solo traveler from one of the later boarding groups and offer up the aisle seat while I moved to the middle. We knew what we had to do though when a young mother with a weeks old baby approached, despite our having planned to sleep most of the way to Baltimore. It turned out fine, as the baby really wasn’t much trouble and we were able to help the mom as she prepared to feed her, ate her own dinner, and went to the restroom without having to juggle the baby. I figure that ought to be worth enough good karma to save me from a kicking child behind me for a while.
I was once seated right by the restrooms and I offered to hold every single baby that came by so that moms could use the restroom alone. Score!!! I got snuggle time with 3 different babies. One screamed in my face while I just cooed and snuggled and told her that her mommy was going to be right back. She finally blinked, settled, and put her head on my shoulder just as mommy came back.
Beer time!
I once flew to Clearwater form Atlanta to have a meeting with the manager of the Florida district to discuss the transfer of Georgia from his district to my district of Va, NC, , and SC.
A young mother and her 1 year old were seated beside me. We had a nice conversation while in the air. Upon landing, she pulled a large carry-on bag out of the overhead bin. I offered to help her with the burden of having a baby and a bag, thinking she would hand me the carry on bag. Nope. She handed me the carry-on BABY. The look on the Florida manager’s face as he met me at the gate was pure shock as I walked toward him carrying a baby. (He knew I was a bachelor at that time.)
Whispering vindaloo in my ear will get you everywhere.
In 1985, I got put in first class flying from Tokyo to Manila. Big plane with first class consisting of 3 pairs of seats with two aisles.
Smoking section was divided down the middle of the plane. I was in seat 2C. Guy next to me was in seat 2D, in the smoking section. Like most asians at that time, he was a human chimney.
Almost as bad as the time I got stuck in traffic on the way to the Atlanta airport and barely made my flight to Seattle. I got there in time to make the flight, but after they had given away my original seat. Got stuck in the smoking section 3 rows from the back. I got stuck next to a chain smoking old lady who told me her tales of how her health was messed up from when she used carbon tetrachloride as a household cleaning solution. This was when they would feed you a dinner on long flights. They started from the front of the plane with the cart, until they got to my row. At that point they went back to the kitchen in the back and hand carried the trays from there. I was the last person to get a meal, whihc meant that not only did I not get to choose from the main two choices, I got a meal that was a special order for someone that missed the plane. I'm guessing they missed the plane because they died, because what they gave me was the most tasteless food I have ever had.
Another two win night.
I've got 32 actors signed up to audition for 11 roles and there are still 2 weeks until auditions. Ugh - telling people no is the worst part of casting a show. Have I already posted about my latest idea - the Walking Shadows?
When I was interviewing a few years ago, I interviewed in person for at least five different positions. Not a single one called to tell me I did not get the job. Not even the ones where I went for more than one interview and not the one where they said "We will call you next week and let you know either way." And, correct, I was glad I did not get those jobs for that very reason. Things worked out in the best possible way, anyway. Not planning on going anywhere until I retire.
There is not one valid excuse ... none, zip, zilch ... for not responding, with at the minimum a quick yea or nay, to each and every applicant that one interviews. It has been many years since I've had to interview and I am quite frankly appalled at the experiences that are being related here. I am sure these interviewers feel they have excuses that justify such behavior, but they are all mule muffins.
Homemade pizza
It’s Costco corned beef time
Sooooooo excited for daylight saving time!!!!!!!!
Sitting down for ugly ball.
Sun’s shining a little brighter today!
I'll tell you what I want
What I really, really want
{So tell me what you want
What you really, really want}
I wanna (Hey!), I wanna (Hey!)
I wanna (Hey!), I wanna (Hey!)
I wanna really, really, really wanna "zig-a-zig", ah
How on earth are there people on our board today who are salty about commentary after the tough win we earned last night?
The women's team has taught me to appreciate what an art good team defense actually is. It can really be kind of pretty. It generally isn't spectacular (except maybe those Whitehead steals), but I think it can be surprisingly fun to watch. I thoroughly enjoyed last night's intricate web of defenders.
DBR members are probably better at avoiding the usage of terms and phrases they don't really understand than most internet boards, but there are still a few examples of that here. I try to stay out of it, but still got sucked in to start an apparently losing battle in trying to get a particularly onerous EK thread title re-named.
I ran a 5-mile race today in Dracut, #68.
Just flippin' great! One more win for each of our teams and the wife's Vols run headlong into Duke in the second round. Channeling my inner ostrich might be the only way I get by the weekend.
The use of a copy of qualifiers tends to indicate you are trying to convince yourself of this. No defense(Loyola Marymount) isn't good but team's that produce games in the 40s to low 60s aren't going to be remembered among the all time greats. At least not in the shot clock era.
Cold front blowing in tonight. It was high 80s today.
Glad to see it's mostly going to be in the 70s in San Antonio.
Icy mist in Durham this AM
The first sentence is actually not correct. What it indicates is that I'm still relatively new at appreciating exactly how defense works, so my appreciation still has room to grow. It is much easier to appreciate good offense than good defense, IMO, and appreciating good defense really requires looking at the entire court and a lot of the off-ball action from the perspective of the defending team. I'm more used to watching the offense develop on both ends of the floor, so I've still got some learning to do.
The second point is technically correct, but errs by omission. All-time great teams are good on both ends of the floor. If your team scores low 60s and wins anyway, if it's an all-time great team, that was a very bad day on offense, but it's still a win. An all-time great team can get held well below their scoring average and still win. But they can beat other teams 90-75, when their defense isn't working so well. So, yes, a team that routinely scores in the 40s to low 60s on offense won't be an all-time great team because they don't have a good enough offense. But it is also true that a team that routinely allows 75-90 points per game won't be a great team, either, because they don't have a good enough defense. All-time greats have to be at least good (if not very good) at both, so that when one part of their game is off, they can still win. That's obviously very rare, which is what makes them "all-time greats".
Morning rush more frenetic than usual when the toddlers continued to sleep without regard for the spring leap forward.
Speaking of Clem, I didn’t realize he was into graphic design!
https://www.espn.com/mens-college-ba...all-tournament
Also I would absolutely go get Tex-Mex/BBQ and beer with that person, while they absolutely screamed at me. I been yelled at before.
This time switch stuff is less than optimal.
I like the time change. Now, I can stay up until almost 8:30.
Re-reading that reminds me of my calculus professor in my freshman year of college. He was an Englishman, and he writes down a particularly complex problem, turns to the class with his eyebrow raised, then turns back to the chalkboard and says in his best German accent: "Ve haf vays of making you integrate!" Followed by ten minutes of furious math.
driving 70 mph (legal limit) on I-66 in NW Virginia Sunday, passing lane, quite a bit of traffic but moving OK despite light rain, concentrating on keeping my spacing and being a good overall citizen when a 19 year old woman hit us from behind going at least 90 mph...never saw it coming, felt like we'd been hit by a missile...she went off the road (and is OK), out car took a pounding, but remained drivable....scared the crap out of us, I am guessing we may have interfered with her texting...
Still shaking, had to administer cocktails to ourselves Sunday night and last night...just finished up a 3000 mile trip, now I don't want to go further than the grocery store.
My wife got rear-ended on I-95 in Richmond last spring, hers the lead car in what turned into a 4 car wreck. Shaken (not stirred) but otherwise fine. Our car - a relatively recent purchase at the time - was totaled; fortunately blame was pinned on the tailgater. Cursed Virginia highways!
Glad y'all are OK.
-jk
Yikes. My wife and I were with another couple, and the woman driving was like eight months pregnant. We cruising along at the legal limit in the Seattle area and got slammed from behind twice in quick succession. It felt like a terrorist attack. Our car veered across four lanes of freeway, but the driver kept her cool and we got safely pulled over on the median after not having hit a single other vehicle, thanks to it being fairly late at night. It turns out the guy who hit us was a medical internist just coming off a double shift, and he had fallen asleep at the wheel. The first bump woke him up, and when he tensed himself in surprise he inadvertently hit the gas and hit us again. He was appalled when he saw he'd hit a car with a near-term pregnant lady.
Double shifts for medical people just shouldn't happen, and if they do, they sure as heck shouldn't drive home before sleeping.
Scary stuff. I'm glad all is well in the end.
People have gone crazy. I am tailgated every single day. My short route to work includes a ~ mile stretch of 25 MPH neighborhood road. People use it as a cut-through and want to fly. They also ignore stop signs and school zones. I guess they know the police are short-handed and have little change of being pulled over. Killing someone with their reckless driving is not on their list of worries.
Yes, after my 3000 miles of driving, I'm a bit gun shy right now. I generally go (conditions permitting) no more than 4mph above the limit, and I'm getting passed by people left and right, easily going 15 mph faster. Yesterday in a Special Speed Zone on I-81 in PA(fines doubled), I couldn't believe how fast people were going...tailgating in great abundance, even the Jesus Plumbing Man (yes, there is one, and yes, he speeds like crazy).
Once I got past the age of 35 I couldn't sleep past 7:00 a.m. anyway. But I also just think I'm one of those people who doesn't require much sleep. I feel great on five to seven hours of sleep. As a matter of fact I got seven full hours last night and I'm absolutely bouncing off the walls today. I'm more annoying than usual and that is a heavy lift.
I'm guessing this was awhile ago because I was a co-author on what is now called "the sleep study" in short hand. https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/15509817/ How residents were assigned shifts changed dramatically after this study was published. It's one of my more cited publications. (Yeah, yeah, "mine" is relative. It was a research team, not an individual effort.)
Unintended consequences? Once residents were required to be given more time off between shifts, we found continuity of care matters almost as much as sleep. Too many changes in a patient's care team can also lead to significantly more medical errors. Reducing medical errors is a game of whack-a-mole sometimes.
That is impressive, and yes, indeed, my story dates from well before 2004. I'm glad you did that study, and congratulations to you. There aren't a lot of folks who can say that their work dramatically changed an industry. On behalf of everyone in both cars - especially that resident - thank you.
I was on a research team, so, not my work, all of our work. (That said, I saved that study in ways some of my co-authors will never understand. ;) )
I'm a co-author on the original RCT that looked computerized physician order entry too, so I've been involved in industry changing papers more than once. I like to tease my husband about the fact that my H-rating is higher than his. It's because there are so many more medical/public health journals, but still, it's a fun thing to tease him about.
I think the most cited paper on my CV is still this one though - https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/8309034/
Finally got around to downloading (or is it uploading?) pictures off my camera.
This is an English muffin in a tree.
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I remember seeing a BBC documentary on the spaghetti tree. I imagine they're related.
https://youtu.be/tVo_wkxH9dU
-jk
No baked goods or spaghetti trees/bushes for me. I did take this picture this morning. Attachment 15525
Ooops - he's sideways.
They're very adept and opportunistic scavengers. Last summer, I had the spectacular joy of seeing Alaska's bears fatten themselves at Katmai National Park's famed Brooks Falls, and one of the really nice side effects of all that activity was watching the local eagles pick up the scraps.
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Beware the Ides of March!
And remember — any salad can be a Caesar Salad if you stab it enough.
Particularly in July, when we were there, they go for the brain and the liver because they're the most nutrient and calorie-rich parts of the fish. When the salmon are running, they're so ridiculously abundant that this is understandable. Later in the year, during September's secondary run, the bears are more likely to eat most/all of the fish.
Some times, the lack of infinite funds interferes with the life I would like to lead.
Another photo from the vault. Ocracoke 11/2017.
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Jason Evans, clearly it is time to open the thread.
Clearly looking to split the convicted felon constituency between those so adjudged, and those who may be so adjudged in the future.
More importantly — does any candidate have a pro-Carole-Baskin agenda?
He certainly is carving out his own space:
Maybe he can form a unity ticket with Marianne Williamson! Let Nate Silver smoke on that a bit.Quote:
“So put aside that I am gay, that I am in prison for now, that I used drugs in the past, that I had more then one boyfriend at once and that Carole hates my guts. This all has not a thing to do with me being able to be your voice. The best thing you have going for supporting me is that I am used to fighting my whole life just to get by. I am broke, they have taken everything I ever worked for away, and it’s time we take this country back”