Department Of Things That Hold Up Overtime
MH and I have been re-watching the TV series ER. Aside from some older technology artifacts – the hospital records and procedures are not fully computer-integrated (e.g., the staff keeps index card files on certain patients! ) – the issues, both medical and personal, remain, IMO, compelling and contemporary. Except for wanting an old-fashioned schoolmarm’s stick to whack George Clooney’s character on the back ( “Stand up straight! Look people in the eye! You’re a doctor, FFS!” ), the performances are spot-on. Although (for moiself at least) Clooney’s hangdog/horndog, mannered performance as Dr. Doug Ross takes some getting used to, I’ve been pleasantly surprised by how… fresh… everything seems. It’s fun to rewatch a great episode I haven’t thought of in years, and turn to MH and say, “Oh, wait, I think I remember this…no I don’t/no, wait – something weird is gonna happen here….”
Someone who’s on the cusp of being a ginormous movie star and making an obscene amount of money should have better posture.
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Department Of Why Isn’t This A Thing Yet?
Percussive energy is the thing that isn’t, yet. And it should be. After all, moiself blogged about it four years ago ( The Clean Energy Source I’m Not Yet Inventing ). And yet the eyes and ears of the scientific community remain blind and deaf to my far-fetched ranting well-thought proposals?
I wrote about percussive energy as the counterpart, or rather compliment, to solar and wind energy. Short recap: utilizing all that tap, tap tap [1] of raindrops – as in, designing a surface, which could capture that energy find a way to use or store it (an answer to the old school people who decry “clean” energy by saying, “Yeah well solar only works when it’s sunny/wind power only works when it’s windy….” ).
The world is still waiting for, still needing, youth science fairs and contests to challenge and/or incentivize their entrants to…basically…save us from ourselves. Or at least help us out with our existing problems, rather than translate their budding scientific and entrepreneurial skills into designing yet another mind-numbing gaming/entertainment app.
Lilly Downs, eighth grader from Osteen, Florida, wins Lemelson Early Inventor Prize winner at her 2025 science fair. [2]
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Department Of Gems Discovered While Seeking Something Else
That would be a blog segment from five years ago, specifically 8-20-21 ( The Butt I’m Not Kicking ) where in moiself wrote about MH’s colonoscopy:
Department Of Post-Procedural Updates
Background info: MH has never been able to roll his rs, which is the main reason, he told me many years ago, that he took German as a foreign language in high school. He’d thought Spanish would be more useful/practical, but he simply could not roll his rs as is required for the correct pronunciation of many Spanish words, and he was somewhat intimidated/embarrassed by his lack of being able to perform that particular linguistic feat. And it’s true: over the years, I’ve tried to get him to do it (or trick him into it), and he simple cannot roll his rs.
Dateline: Thursday, 10:50 am. MH is back home after his colonoscopy. He thinks he’s fine, but it’s obvious to moiself that the effects of the Versed (the sedative used during the procedure) are still reigning. [3] He’s… goofy
He stands at the kitchen counter, looking at the color printout he was given at the hospital, which includes a map of the lower intestines. He begins reading off the “map sites” to me:
MH (in a voice much higher than his usual range):
“The ilium!
The cecum!
The rrrrrrrrrrrectum…”
Moiself:
What?!?!?! Holy crap; did you hear yourself?! You rolled your rs!
MH (in miffed toddler mode):
“No I didn’t.”
Moiself:
“Oh yes you did!”
MH proceeds to say “rectum” over and over, drawing out the r sound without rolling it. But for one glorious, Versed-induced moment, them rs were rolling like a river.
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Department Of Not Completely Different
But Similar, As In, Involving A Memory
MH and I met in a Lutheran Church. Yep; yours truly the flaming atheist, Humanist, Freethinker, Skeptic, religion-free apostate/heretic was raised by Lutheran parents and was herself, like her now equally religion-free ( but less flaming [4] ) spouse was once an active church member. But that’s a story for another day (preferably, a day involving cosumption of gin and tonics by both the storetellers and story listeners ).
A momentary digression for Educational Purposes®: moiself has been referred to, by other active and former Christians, as both a heretic and an apostate. Neither word is one I consider pejorative; both are arguable as to their applicability as labels for my beliefs and experiences. [5]. In general, both labels refer to someone’s rejection of the religion they are/were “in” and/or were raised in. The difference is in the degree of rejection. Apostates totally reject or renounce their religion; heretics stay (or attempt to stay) within their religion and/or religious community but openly hold and assert beliefs that contradict their religions’ theologies and doctrines. [6] (interesting factoid: at some point in time, every new religion/demonization has been accused of heresy/apostasy by their onetime co-religionists).
Moiself recently overheard a tidbit of a conversation in which one person was relaying to another their experience of being challenged as to their worthiness of ascending to a certain position in their work. This reminded me of a story shared with moiself by one of the pastors at Grace Lutheran Church in Palo Alto, the church where MH and I met.
Grace Lutheran was a congregation in the ELCA synod, the most liberal synod or wing of the American Lutheran churches. At that time (when MH and I were attending) Grace Lutheran had two co-pastors, one male and one female. I became friendly with both of them, in particular the female pastor, SK. This was in 1986, and although the ELCA had been ordaining women pastors since 1970, their acceptance was a slow process, and women pastors were not automatically welcomed with open arms. One afternoon a few months after I’d joined the church SK and I met for tea in downtown Hillsboro. During our wide-ranging conversation the subject of her being called [7] to Grace Lutheran came up. Specifically, I asked her how smooth the process had been: did she feel accepted by all of the congregation, or at least the majority?
SK told me that her call to Grace Lutheran went smoothly, although she was aware that the final vote of the congregation (to accept her call to be one of their pastors) was not unanimous. On her first Sunday at Grace Lutheran, the leaders of the congregation held a reception for SK in the church’s Fellowship Hall, after the worship service. The reception wound down after about two hours, which was a relief to SK, who, although grateful for the warm greetings she’d received, was beginning to think her petit frame could not bear another well-meaning handshake or congratulatory hug from the throngs of parishioners who introduced themselves to and welcomed her.
SK headed to the Fellowship Hall kitchen, intent upon helping the staff with KP duty, when one of the few parishioners remaining in the Fellowship Hall approached her. A Tall Elegantly Dressed Older Woman (TEDOW) smiled broadly at SK, introduced herself as a “long-time” Grace Lutheran member, and said, in a friendly tone of voice that belied the rebuffing sentiment she was about to utter, that she would like to take SK to lunch to tell SK why she had “voted against your call, as I don’t think you belong here.”
SK kept her composure, smiling in return as she thanked TEDOW for the lunch invitation…which SK declined.
Moiself was impressed by SK’s graciousness under fire, so to speak, and even more so by the rational simplicity of her response:
“No, thank you. I *am* here; I don’t have to defend my being here.” [8]
“Someone hand me the mic so I can drop it.”
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Freethinkers’ Thought Of The Week [9]
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May you have fond memories of a loved one’s post-colonoscopy rantings;
May you enjoy binging an old favorite TV series;
May you never have to defend your being where are you;
…and may the hijinks ensue.
Thanks for stopping by. Au Vendredi!
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[1] And oft times, stomp stomp stomp.
[2] Society for science; Courtesy photo from Lilly Downs.
[3] I suggested he go upstairs and sit or lie down, as he was rather wobbly standing. He wanted to go up the stairs by himself; I insisted he hold on to the handrail, which he did, while vaulting up the stairs two at a time. When I snapped at him to slow down he said, “It feels better this way!”
[4] Except when he’s high on Versed and flamboyantly rolling his r’s….
[5] But, I’ll take ’em!
[6] For example, some Unitarians consider themselves Christian, but were/are rejected by other Christian denominations because Unitarians affirm the “unity” of the “one god” and reject the Christian doctrine of the trinity established by the apostle Paul. Thus they are (in Christian eyes) heretics, not apostates.
[7] Being called refers to the process by which churches find and employ their pastors. It varies between denomination and churches; here’s the link to ELCA call processes.
[8] I never met TEDOW. She (and her husband) left the congregation before I began attending. According to another congregant whom I quizzed about the incident, TEDOW and her husband were opposed to female ordination and also had problems with the other ways in which they felt their church was embracing heresy/leaning more liberal, and when they left Grace Lutheran they made sure that certain people knew they were leaving and were “taking their money” with them (implying that they were generous financial supporters of the church, which, that person I spoke with said, they were *not.*).
[9] “free-think-er n. A person who forms opinions about religion on the basis of reason, independently of tradition, authority, or established belief. Freethinkers include atheists, agnostics and rationalists. No one can be a freethinker who demands conformity to a bible, creed, or messiah. To the freethinker, revelation and faith are invalid, and orthodoxy is no guarantee of truth.” Definition courtesy of the Freedom From Religion Foundation, ffrf.org
