- “How Baltimore Became Pottersville.” Bovard riffs on the glories of HUD.
- Why Mozilla’s decision to attempt to push all sites from http to https could be a disastrous mistake. (H/T jed)
- Perfect example of fake “science” to support an agenda. But in the “science works” department, the apparent fraud was discovered by other researchers. Discovered a little late, but …
- Cumulative stress, chronic pain, dealing wisely with it, and being free. (Tip o’ hat to SC)
- Good piece on free speech and attempts on the left to suppress it. Fortunately (if belatedly) outrage against censorship is also starting to arise from the left. (H/T MJR)
- Who knew bears liked coffee? (Also MJR)
- Chris Pratt (aka Star-Lord) apologizes in advance for anything offensive he might say on his upcoming media tour. (Too bad he’s yet another Hollywood anti-gun hypocrite — a Fudd, too, it seems — ’cause that’s funny.)
- So’s this: dogs enjoying their car rides.
Archive for the ‘Health’ Category
- The case against modern science. Fom the editor of one of the world’s most eminent medical journals. (H/T SC)
- It’s the time of year for dragging up old commencement speeches. The best ever, of course, was from J.K. Rowling at Harvard in 2008. But two years ago, Joss Whedon gave one as only he could give it.
- Senate panel gives the okay for medical marijuana for veterans. It’s a step. And at the fed level where steps are badly needed.
- But oh! The horror! We’ll soon all be home-brewing heroin. The government! Must! DO SOMETHING! About this! (Tip o’ hat to SC)
- The art of avoiding war. (I’m posting this not for the author’s conclusions about U.S. warmaking matters, but for the history and tactics described.)
- Yep. Just gets creepier and creepier.
- But enough of the serious stuff. Have some gods. And angels and such. Transported from classic paintings to now. (Via Never Yet Melted. Which also offers this.)
- So … how much impact, if any, do you think Obama’s
bancarefully structured limitation on further cop militarization will have? (H/T MJR)
- Only in the 21st century: Social Network Dysmorphia.
- Incoming Boston University professor Saida Grundy first made news with a series of racist, sexist, and historically ignorant tweets. But that was so last week. It’s even hard to find those tweets now, since news came out that she also trolled and taunted a white rape victim. And acted like a generally arrogant ass, besides. Teach your children well, folks. ‘Cause “higher education” is increasingly unlikely to do it.
- No surprise: the war on cash is going global.
- It seems a bizarre contention, a claim no one in his right mind could make. But could nicotine be as benign as caffeine?
- And while we’re on the subject: The science behind craving.
And in developments on the home front, if I’d had any doubt whether my ankle was actually broken or just badly sprained, I’d be doubting no more. The thing is itching fiendishly. I always thought the notorious itches had to do with the reaction between tight casts and dead flaky skin. Turns out it’s also from the healing. Thank heaven for being able to scratch! I think if I were wearing a cast, long about now I’d be trying to bite it off like a wolf with his foot caught in a trap. Still. Itching. Good sign.
Six days and 6-1/2 hours since breaking my
&^%$#@! hecky-darned ankle, I’m going stir crazy.
I’m trying to be such a good girl. Aside from an itty-bitty pretty much token walk each morning and afternoon for Robbie (three or four doors down and back, wearing the fracture boot, of course), I’ve been sitting around with my foot elevated, applying heat, gentle massage, and just today a lovely cayenne-pepper cream MamaLiberty told me how to whip up.
Every book I have around the house is a deadly bore. I’ve developed computer vision syndrome (better known in the real world as eye strain). And I’m now on my second-in-a-row viewing of the entire Harry Potter movie series, which is the only thing keeping me from going bonkers.
Yesterday morning I woke up feeling half-human for the first time. I ventured a slightly longer walk in the afternoon — and paid for it today. (That pepper cream really helped, though!)
Tomorrow I need to fetch Ava from Furrydoc’s boarding kennel and that’s going to be interesting. She’s an energy hound who expects to walk/run at least two miles a day in addition to sessions of tennis-ball fetching and tug-o-war. Haven’t found anybody else to do that for her. Sorry, Ava.
But I’m not complaining. Really I’m not. And not feeling sorry for myself (though I’m unaccustomed to fussing over my health and dislike being babied, even if I’m the one doing the babying).
I’m feeling lucky it wasn’t worse. And lucky I have a job I can do while sitting around with my feet up. And lucky to have a little (or a lot) of help from my friends.
Besides, as a person who appreciates aesthetics, I find the colorfulness of this experience quite entrancing.
Don’t click on the “more” link unless you appreciate rich colors where bland color ususally prevails. This is what things look like six days (and 6-1/2 hours) after the event. The swelling’s gone down considerably but the colors keep “improving” all the time.
- The Boy Scouts: doing their best to close the gender gap. (Yeah, don’t ask me how that became their mission.) By Eagle Scout Jim Bovard.
- And don’t even get my friendly local Scout leaders started on the Michelle Obama-inspired (recently) new requirements for the cooking badge. Where’d the fun go? Any kid who had to learn cooking that way would probably avoid the kitchen for the rest of his life.
- You want to be treated with dignity? Behave with dignity. (Via ML who, like me, doesn’t agree with all Ringer’s points but thinks the overall piece is spot on.)
- Six months later, they still haven’t been able even to question the cop who slaughtered Tamir Rice.
- Religion of peace. C’mon, moderate Muslims. Step up, please.
- The loathsome Section 215 of the USA-UnPatriot Act is set to expire next month. (I love sunset provisions.) Congress actually seems to be in a reform mode — well, a reform-ish mode — about the surveillance state. Courts, too. But I’m picturing the heads of the Uber-Government (in the No Such Agency and other places) cackling wickedly and rubbing their bony hands together over their Black Mamba capes. Laws? Regulations? Courts? Constitutions? Bwaaahahaha! The little fools! Don’t they know they can’t stop us?
- How to take over a small country. (The kind of humor that really isn’t funny.)
I was so sure my ankle wasn’t broken.
Not a terrible break. Hairline. Now instead of hobbling around in a pressure bandage I’m hobbling around in a fracture boot. Which helps — as long as I don’t trip over the stiff old thing and break something else.
As always, I get by with a little help from my friends. Friends who pushed me to take this more seriously and friends who know much more than I do about dealing with such things. Friends who gave generously of their time and expertise.
I hate going to doctors. The prospect of limping off to be potentially manhandled, misdiagnosed, over-tested, over-treated, over-medicated, financially depleted, and otherwise abused by the medical system freaks me out to the point where I cussed and cussed when I realized I had a break, not a pulled or torn something-or-another. When I told friend Y. how I swore, he laughed and said, “Oh, I can see you cussing like a Marine DI. ‘Hecky-darn!’ ‘Phooey!’ ‘H. e. double toothpicks!’.”
I assured Y. that hecky-darn is not part of my cussing vocabulary. On the contrary, I may have taught some new words to a few of the young women who were around at the moment.
It’s been very educational, though. In comments the other day, a couple of people mentioned fracturing their malleolus bones. I had no idea such a thing as malleolus bones existed, let alone that we all have them in our ankles. Actually, melleolus is only a name for the bottom parts of more familiar leg bones. You may have known that since you were in the sixth grade. I didn’t. Now I know I have a fracture of the lateral malleolus.
I could quite happily have gone the rest of my life without ever having any reason to learn that.
- Conservatives are boring and stodgy even when they finally come out and advocate civil disobedience. Libs are nevertheless horrified.
- A “Martin Luther of gun-rights”? Well, hardly people. But sounds like a good guy anyhow.
- The New York Times discovers the obvious: just because you make healthy food available to the poor doesn’t mean they’ll rush out and buy it.
- “Who are you and what have you done with Bob Owens?” Armed Lutheran does a more detailed takedown on Owens’ Bloombergian “blame the gun” L.A. Times blart. (Via Sipsey Street.) And here’s the NSFW version.
- An “abstinence only” high school has an outbreak of chlamydia. Oopsie.
- More from The Oatmeal: “My Dog, the Paradox.”
I hung out in bed most of the day yesterday, with my foot elevated and bound in the pressure bandage MamaLiberty suggested. With Ava boarding for the duration, I had only Robbie and the cat — both championship sleepers — for company. Nobody, nobody, nobody tried to guilt-trip me into walking, playing, running, riding, throwing tennis balls, playing tug-o-war or otherwise doing exhausting things.
It was a cross between unthinkable luxury and excruciating boredom. I could have gotten some writing done or caught up on my email backlog, but my whole being seemed as stiff and useless as my injured ankle. Aiming for better things today.
- I’m not sure why libraries are installing 3D printers. Implications could be intriguing. (H/T Pat)
- Ancient DNA is telling us we’ve been all mixed up much more than previously supposed.
- Garland, Paris, Charlie Hebdo and dangerous myths. Well done. Garry Trudeau should be ashamed.
- The question Joss Whedon keeps asking. (I’m not sure that’s the question at all; interesting article anyhow.)
- Overkill on medical testing and procedures. When I saw the headline I suspected another creepy Emanuelesque justification of diminishing medical care. This is the genuine good stuff, though.
- She suffered through cancer. Then she designed the cards she would have liked to have gotten from friends and family.
Just a short post. I’m going to close down for most of the next three days. Will pop in occasionally to check comments, but otherwise be out in the sun hammering and nailing.
We had a big old bee swarm on our street a couple of days ago. I could have seen it from my windows had I known. But the woman with the trees full of bees didn’t have my phone number handy and wasn’t venturing out to inform the neighborhood.
Never saw a “live” bee swarm. I think it would be cool. The beekeeping neighbor who eventually dealt with the swarm looked at me incredulously when I met up with him yesterday and told him this was something I’d seen only in pictures. He and his girlfriend said, “We had four swarms last year.” So I guess eventually I’ll get to witness some swarming and humans dealing with it.
My next-door neighbor is also thinking of getting a hive, and I wouldn’t be averse to having a few myself someday.
I learned all the exciting details at a party. Yeah, not a party person. But every few months, a pair of neighbors hosts a lunchtime get-together for anybody who happens to be having a birthday. The birthday people get envelopes full of scratch cards and everybody catches up on things.
I’m gradually noticing that my neighbors are a bunch of very smart people. The regulars at the party range in age from 30s to 86, with three little schoolboys showing up toward the end. We’re of diverse backgrounds, from a former California vineyard owner to a Finnish housewife (and widow of a cop). Yet when hot-button political topics arise, I never feel like an outsider.
People like me (and you) are supposed to be so radical, so fringe, so out of the mainstream. Yet on every subject that’s arisen at these gatherings — from the woeful treatment of boys in public school to government curbs on free-market genetic testing to (of course) guns — we’re either in agreement or able to work with each other’s points of view.
Very liberty-oriented these people are.
Finally, I just did something a little scary but wicked good. Put the emphasis on both wicked and good. :-)
Might be a couple of months before I can say more about it, but for now, picture me with a cheshire-cat grin.
- Immune-system drug combo “melts” tumors. Yeah, I know there are always reports like this that eventually come to nothing. But this is pretty dramatic.
- Are you nuts, Mr. Cop??? Officer shoots (at) dog in a crowd. Fortunately misses. Dog just looked as if it was being rambunctiously friendly, too. (Here’s the video if you can’t see it on that page.)
- If you’re going to have anti-abortion laws, you’re going to have to be prepared not only to prosecute every doctor, nurse, and med-tech for murder, but to investigate every miscarriage as a potential homicide. Some countries do. Results aren’t pretty. (Via Rational Review News)
- Hm. Study seems a bit sketchy. But the result is believable: the sweat of happy people can induce happiness.
- Today is 4/20 — cannabis day. Colorado held its official celebration over the weekend. Police remind cannabis consumers not to get too cocky. Oh well.
- But I love this. The maker of Miracle-Gro, who has long seen his product in the background of pot-bust videos, knows a good opportunity when he sees one. (Last three links all H/T jed.)
- Matt Walsh to burger flippers: You don’t deserve $15/hour — and that’s okay.
- Ilana Mercer on freedom of association. And dialoging with a Neo-Nazi.
- Related: Kevin D. Williamson on the war on the private mind.
- Back in the day, science fiction was a realm where freedom of ideas prevailed. Prevailed by definition, I assumed, because how can you speculate about alternate futures and realities without the freedom to think unbound thoughts? I’m still having trouble understanding how political correctness has consumed SF.
- Self control in a world that promotes self indulgence. This is about primal eating, but has implications way beyond that. (H/T PT)
- Chris Christie has pardoned Shaneen Allen. (Updated to direct to Nicki Kenyon’s new post at The Zelman Partisans.)
- Five simple ‘Net security tricks from a Google engineer. I’m already doing four and a half of them. How about you?
- Don’t it just figure? Willie Nelson now has his own cannabis variety and hopes to open a chain of stores described as “the Whole Foods of marijuana.”
- Fascinating. Twenty-five percent of people have an extra color receptor in their eyes. Hm. Wonder how many of those are artists or go into fields requiring good color perception?
- So what do you think? Should this guy have been kicked off that plane or not?
- On hiding cops’ identities, a governor does the right thing (although maybe not for the right reasons).
- The war on geese. So funny I just had to steal it from Joel. Love the idea of a national border collie reserve, even if Kevin D. Williamson doesn’t know a border collie from a Lassie collie.
- Moviewise, it appears that both the Jane Austen craze and the zombie craze may both have jumped the shark. In the very same film.