Going full circle

 

Central Medical Magnet High School

has a dance studio, apparently.

I don’t know if they have dancing

magnets or dancing medical magnets,

or whether one starts dancing inside

an MRI. But as ZZ Top said: “Let that

boy boogie woogie!”

Several days into using IfranView as a photo editor in conjunction with Win Vista, I decided it wasn’t working out. Sorry, ol’ bean. So I decided to go back to Picasa, which I used way back at the beginning of EFD, even before Blogger would let one plop pics right out there on the old bloggeroo. I kind of like the word “bloggeroo” but am probably the only person in the bloguverse who does like it. So what?

We shall see how Picasa 3 does. Hey it’s not like I have to buy a ring or meet the Moms & Pops of all these software(s). Yes, I can just seek out slutty software! Hey baby, you doing anything this evening? Wanna take a look at my hard drive? Okay, that is perverse I know. I’m sorry. But I will not erase it. At least not at the moment.

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Katrina's lessons still go unheeded


Folks where I live in the extreme southeastern corner of Texas aren’t indifferent to the suffering of others. Our area was the first to take in those neighbors to the east fleeing Katrina, and fled with Katrina evacuees when Rita rammed our area.

But Southeast Texans and even some of those from Southwestern Louisiana grew weary and downright exasperated once Rita had torn their communities to shreds while the national news media and government leaders continued talking ad nauseum about Katrina. Since that time this area has been hit by Hurricane Ike and other parts of the area were also damaged from Humberto in 2006. Southeast Texas was spared damage from Gustav this year but only after many left their homes for destinations North.

While the national news media have focused a little more this time on the aftermath of Ike, New Orleans and Katrina still generates a lot of ink and a lot of air time.

As a sometimes media type, I understand the fascination with Katrina. It killed a couple thousand people. It wiped out the Mississippi Gulf Coast and caused both a physical and humanitarian disaster in New Orleans. Katrina will perhaps, next to Iraq, remain for many years the legacy of George W. Bush’s failed presidency.

Although I believed it would have been a long time before I could bring myself to read any in-depth literary work about Katrina, I have recently found myself intrigued by Douglas Brinkley’s “The Great Deluge: Hurricane Katrina, New Orleans and the Mississippi Gulf Coast.”

Brinkley, a historian and biographer familiar from his frequent cable news show appearances and who now is the Distinguished Professor of History at Rice University in Houston, chronicles a week of chaos as Katrina pounded the coast and led to the levee failure that killed hundreds in New Orleans flooding. While he examines the failures of the federal government that were a result of the Bush administration’s incompetence he also notes the shortcomings and negligence of those at the state and city levels of government.

While only a quarter of a way through Brinkley’s 700-some-odd-page hardcover I note that three years later and three months after Hurricane Ike struck our area, the Bush administration and elements of the federal relief structure still don’t get the lessons of Katrina. This is evidenced by people still living in FEMA trailers in New Orleans from Katrina and some only recently moving into FEMA housing from tents after Ike. A slow systemic response by FEMA in the wake of Ike clearly indicates that the agency and perhaps the U.S. Department of Homeland Security of which it is a part needs to be torn down and reconstructed.

Let’s hope former Arizona governor and Obama Homeland Security nominee Janet Napolitano can provide the leadership, foresight and possess the ability to pick knowledgeable people who will shepherd this nation through what will be surely more disasters to come.

Boredom of a Christmas afternoon


Images such as this result from an afternoon with pathetic television programming.

It is a gloomy, warm Christmas afternoon on the Upper Texas Coast. I have noticed over time that unless you like traditional Christmas television programming on Christmas day — which I really don’t — then you are basically SOL when it comes to quality TV viewing. I mean, I like Law and Order reruns as much as anyone but there gets to be a tipping point. However, I let that boredom lead me to something somewhat worthwhile, that being downloading a free digital photo editor. I picked Ifranview. I have only had a little time to see what it will do for me, but it’s free so it’s way ahead of the curve compared to some other software.

My slow-cooked pork roast and red potatoes should be done by now so I shall wish whomever, if anyone, is reading this out there a Merry Christmas. Urrrp. (That was me belching in advance.)

No scientific certainties under my thumb

One can hardly get through an evening television newscast without a report of some new medical finding concerning whatever disease or affliction one might have. As the George Carlin “News” routine went:

“Scientists have discovered that saliva causes stomach cancer. — PAUSE — But only after being swallowed in small amounts over a long period of time.”

While some use might trickle from the knowledge that a) coffee b) red wine c) sex may possibly a) improve b) worsen c)destroy the a) brain b)pancreas c)testicles more often than not news consumers are left confused and frightened after hearing the “latest” scientific research. Add to the fact that some people tend to take such reports as a done deal then you have yourself a big mess.

My point is that for certain diseases or afflictions scientist may know a) a lot b) a little c) next to nothing even after hundreds of years of a) speculation b) folk medicine c) voodoo d) science and e) scientific drivel. Take my thumb (please) for instance.

Right now my right thumb hurts like a sonofabi**h. The reason behind my thumb hurting stems from osteoarthritis, pushed into a second stage with a bullet because I stupidly fell on a sidewalk and jammed that thumb while trying to stay off the ground. After having my hand in a cast for six weeks, the orthopedic surgeon I see for the injured thumb had me fitted for a thumb cast to wear when my thumb is hurting.

This morning, I noticed my thumb cast was not in the pocket of my laptop case where I left it yesterday. I figured that it probably fell out of that pocket inside my truck. I wish it had been that benign. Upon pulling into the parking lot at work this morning, I looked on the pavement wet with rain only to see my thumb cast just as I got out of the truck. The cast had been run over by a car and was no longer useful. Being Christmas Eve I correctly deduced that I could not score a replacement until Monday. So I guess I will be wearing an old arm and hand splint while my thumb is hurting, at least until Monday. Now, one might wonder what the hell is he talking about? First he goes on about diseases and studies and veers off on his thumb. Okay, fair enough.

Actually, I was going to discuss why my arthritic thumb hurts as badly as it does and how the reason behind it is not certain even after years of science and knowledge about arthritis.

My thumbs are my latest body areas to be beset by excruciating pain from osteoarthritis. I have had severe problems from degenerative arthritis in my cervical spine for more than 15 years. After two surgeries I was diagnosed a couple of years ago with yet more disc problems and developed major chronic pain problems to the extent I have to take methadone to control that pain. I don’t write this for sympathy. I live with my arthritis the best I can and try to take it in stride that s**t happens.

In especially the last five or so years I have noticed certain weather changes bring about more pain than at other times. The pain is most prevalent during times such as now when we are in a constant barrage of weather systems, and a never-ending battle between warm and cold air.

I experienced quite a bit of pain just prior to and after the last two hurricanes — Rita and Ike — that I saw up close and personal. I have narrowed down the prime weather phenomenon associated with my pain as low barometric pressure.

Now for no telling how long science, medicine, folk tales and few nuts thrown in there have debated the ability to “forecast” weather using arthritic joints. A recent article by Johns Hopkins Medicine, the combined entity that includes the university, hospital and health care system, points out how deeply divided the body of opinion runs when it comes to weather and arthritis pain.

“Although some evidence exists that people living in warmer, drier climates experience fewer episodes of arthritis pain, climate does not affect the course of the disease. At most, it may affect symptoms of arthritis pain.

“One theory holds that a drop in air pressure (which often accompanies cold, rainy weather) allows tissues in the body to expand to fill the space, meaning that already inflamed tissue can swell even more and cause increased arthritis pain. Other possibilities: Pain thresholds drop in colder weather; cold, rainy days affect mood; and during colder weather people are less likely to be outside and get the exercise that normally helps keep arthritis pain in check.”

So the more we know the less we really learn or vice versa. Nonetheless, the body of evidence aside I know that my thumb hurts and that the time has come to immobilize it for a little while.

Oh, and have a Merry Christmas!

President pictured topless!


What with our celebrity-manic culture fawning over a shirtless President-elect Obama in a photo shot as he vacations in Hawaii one might think a U.S. president-to-be or president was never seen without a shirt before. Not so. The photo here shows president-to-be — albeit in about 20 years later — John F. Kennedy sans shirt in the tropical sun when he skippered PT-109. I am sure that somewhere there exists a pic of Hollywood Ronald Reagan shirtless.

And while the White House Web site kids pages list one of 6th president John Quincy Adams’ pastimes as swimming, it fails to mention that Adams used to swim nekkid. Ditto for Teddy Roosevelt. Both were said to have swam in the Potomac River near the White House wearing nothing but a smile. The top 5 presidents I would not have wanted to see without a shirt:

1. William Howard Taft
2. Grover Cleveland
3. John Adams (His Rotundity)
4. Abraham Lincoln
5. Bill Clinton

I am glad that the paparazzi wasn’t around to capture pictures of either presidents Adams, TR, or any of the other presidents swimming in the buff. Likewise, I hope if Obama decides he and Michelle want to go swimming once they are in the White House that the first couple will their swimming with their clothes on. At least the president.