cycling old-school style
tricyle
proud
boy with his bike
they don't make 'em like they used to
indeed, they don't
nice
so many people took professional photographs of themselves and their bikes, makes you wonder what pictures we take now that will make people of the future smile.
oh, and a man with a horse.
and if you want more...
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Poem: Do not stand at my grave and weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
Mary Frye (1932)
(yes, I just watched the home and away episode of Flynn's funeral, and this is the poem his foster daughter Cassie read. and yes, i did shed a few tears. )
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
Mary Frye (1932)
(yes, I just watched the home and away episode of Flynn's funeral, and this is the poem his foster daughter Cassie read. and yes, i did shed a few tears. )
Saturday, June 10, 2006
pointless
male student nurse gets annoyed at having to have a chaperone to examine female patients, so takes the NHS to court.
obviously.
this could not be more ridiculous. the article gives the impression that he's annoyed about this because it was directed at him because he's a male student nurse. sex discrimination, and nursing being a female dominated profession and all.
he seems to be unaware that ANY male health practitionor, be they nurse, doctor, or whatever, and any male student, be they nursing or medical (yes, medical students too) have to have a chaperone when examinining a female patient.
although female health practitioners do not have to have a chaperone present, they are strongly advised to have one.
and anyway, as a student, you'll always have chaperone with you when you're doing something like an intimate examination, whether you're male or female. it's common sense. as a student, you never go solo.
this character is missing the point entirely. i just can't believe Mr Justice Patrick Elias missed it too.
obviously.
this could not be more ridiculous. the article gives the impression that he's annoyed about this because it was directed at him because he's a male student nurse. sex discrimination, and nursing being a female dominated profession and all.
he seems to be unaware that ANY male health practitionor, be they nurse, doctor, or whatever, and any male student, be they nursing or medical (yes, medical students too) have to have a chaperone when examinining a female patient.
although female health practitioners do not have to have a chaperone present, they are strongly advised to have one.
and anyway, as a student, you'll always have chaperone with you when you're doing something like an intimate examination, whether you're male or female. it's common sense. as a student, you never go solo.
this character is missing the point entirely. i just can't believe Mr Justice Patrick Elias missed it too.
Friday, June 09, 2006
Poem: An Irish Airman Foresees His Death
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above:
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love:
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
W.B. Yeats
an interpretation
some more interpretations
Somewhere among the clouds above:
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love:
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
W.B. Yeats
an interpretation
some more interpretations
Monday, June 05, 2006
random health news
yoga helps maintain basic physical mobility in cancer patients - i got the impression that it was the act of gentle group exercise made a difference.
need to convince someone - give 'em a cup of tea, or coke, or coffee... caffeine can leave a person 'more likely to agree with persuasive arguments'.
first beating heart transplant
3 armed boy to have limb removed in op
telling the world about AIDS
need to convince someone - give 'em a cup of tea, or coke, or coffee... caffeine can leave a person 'more likely to agree with persuasive arguments'.
first beating heart transplant
3 armed boy to have limb removed in op
telling the world about AIDS
Saturday, June 03, 2006
never forget to think
Randomly found on web, and thought was rather interesting. Reminded me of one of the consultants.
"The Best Teacher I Ever Had
Mr. Whitson taught sixth-grade science. On the first day of class, he gave us a lecture about a creature called the cattywampus, an ill-adapted nocturnal animal that was wiped out during the Ice Age. He passed around a skull as he talked. We all took notes and later had a quiz. When he returned my paper, I was shocked. There was a big red X through each of my answers. I had failed. There had to be some mistake! I had written down exactly what Mr. Whitson said. Then I realized that everyone in the class had failed. What had happened? Very simple, Mr. Whitson explained. He had made up all that stuff about the cattywampus. There had never been such an animal. The information in our notes was, therefore, incorrect. Did we expect credit for incorrect answers?Needless to say, we were outraged. What kind of test was this? And what kind of teacher? We should have figured it out, Mr. Whitson said. After all, at the very moment he was passing around the Cattywampus skull (in truth, a cat's), hadn't he been telling us that no trace of the animal remained? He had described its amazing night vision, the color of its fur and any number of other facts he couldn't have known. He had given the animal a ridiculous name, and we still hadn't been suspicious. The zeroes on our papers would be recorded in his grade book, he said. And they were. Mr. Whitson said he hoped we would learn something from this experience. Teachers and textbooks are not infallible. In fact, no one is. He told us not to let our minds go to sleep, and to speak up if we ever thought he or the textbook was wrong. Every class was an adventure with Mr. Whitson. I can still remember some science periods almost from beginning to end. One day he told us that his Volkswagen was a living organism. It took us two full days to put together a refutation he would accept. He didn't let us off the hook until we had proved not only that we knew what an organism was but also that we had the fortitude to stand up for the truth. We carried our brand-new skepticism into all our classes. This caused problems for the other teachers, who weren't used to being challenged. Our history teacher would be lecturing about something, and then there would be clearings of the throat and someone would say "Cattywampus."
If I'm ever asked to propose a solution to the crisis in our schools, it will be Mr. Whitson. I haven't made any great scientific discoveries, but Mr. Whitson's class gave me and my classmates something just as important: the courage to look people in the eye and tell them they are wrong. He also showed us that you can have fun doing it. Not everyone sees the value in this. I once told an elementary schoolteacher about Mr. Whitson. The teacher was appalled. "He shouldn't have tricked you like that," he said. I looked at the teacher right in the eye and told him he was wrong. "
(By David Owen, published in Life, October '90)
"The Best Teacher I Ever Had
Mr. Whitson taught sixth-grade science. On the first day of class, he gave us a lecture about a creature called the cattywampus, an ill-adapted nocturnal animal that was wiped out during the Ice Age. He passed around a skull as he talked. We all took notes and later had a quiz. When he returned my paper, I was shocked. There was a big red X through each of my answers. I had failed. There had to be some mistake! I had written down exactly what Mr. Whitson said. Then I realized that everyone in the class had failed. What had happened? Very simple, Mr. Whitson explained. He had made up all that stuff about the cattywampus. There had never been such an animal. The information in our notes was, therefore, incorrect. Did we expect credit for incorrect answers?Needless to say, we were outraged. What kind of test was this? And what kind of teacher? We should have figured it out, Mr. Whitson said. After all, at the very moment he was passing around the Cattywampus skull (in truth, a cat's), hadn't he been telling us that no trace of the animal remained? He had described its amazing night vision, the color of its fur and any number of other facts he couldn't have known. He had given the animal a ridiculous name, and we still hadn't been suspicious. The zeroes on our papers would be recorded in his grade book, he said. And they were. Mr. Whitson said he hoped we would learn something from this experience. Teachers and textbooks are not infallible. In fact, no one is. He told us not to let our minds go to sleep, and to speak up if we ever thought he or the textbook was wrong. Every class was an adventure with Mr. Whitson. I can still remember some science periods almost from beginning to end. One day he told us that his Volkswagen was a living organism. It took us two full days to put together a refutation he would accept. He didn't let us off the hook until we had proved not only that we knew what an organism was but also that we had the fortitude to stand up for the truth. We carried our brand-new skepticism into all our classes. This caused problems for the other teachers, who weren't used to being challenged. Our history teacher would be lecturing about something, and then there would be clearings of the throat and someone would say "Cattywampus."
If I'm ever asked to propose a solution to the crisis in our schools, it will be Mr. Whitson. I haven't made any great scientific discoveries, but Mr. Whitson's class gave me and my classmates something just as important: the courage to look people in the eye and tell them they are wrong. He also showed us that you can have fun doing it. Not everyone sees the value in this. I once told an elementary schoolteacher about Mr. Whitson. The teacher was appalled. "He shouldn't have tricked you like that," he said. I looked at the teacher right in the eye and told him he was wrong. "
(By David Owen, published in Life, October '90)
Friday, June 02, 2006
they look so pretty under the microscope...
medicines...
a mild pain killer, and another
fibrinolysis inhibitor
antibiotic - amoxicillin
anti-fungal - amphotericin
antibiotic - ampicillin
aspirin
atropine
AZT
benzoyl peroxide
caffeine
antibiotic - chloramphenicol
anti-coagulant - clopidogrel, reminds me of a peacock/phoenix
immunosuppressive - cyclosporin, like a strange rainbow
calcium channel blocker - cardizem, nifedipine
anti-fungal - miconazole
anti-arrhythmic - quinidine
protropin - human growth hormone
carafate - used to treat ulcers, almost like an abstract stained glass window
and more
a mild pain killer, and another
fibrinolysis inhibitor
antibiotic - amoxicillin
anti-fungal - amphotericin
antibiotic - ampicillin
aspirin
atropine
AZT
benzoyl peroxide
caffeine
antibiotic - chloramphenicol
anti-coagulant - clopidogrel, reminds me of a peacock/phoenix
immunosuppressive - cyclosporin, like a strange rainbow
calcium channel blocker - cardizem, nifedipine
anti-fungal - miconazole
anti-arrhythmic - quinidine
protropin - human growth hormone
carafate - used to treat ulcers, almost like an abstract stained glass window
and more
Thursday, June 01, 2006
necessity
Surgeon gave his own blood as heart boy lay dying on table.
there is much to smile about in this ol' world.
there is much to smile about in this ol' world.
just when i need some motivation...
i found this, this and this.
great.
and if you're in the mood for more tongue-in-cheek depressiveness... you have been warned.
great.
and if you're in the mood for more tongue-in-cheek depressiveness... you have been warned.
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