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August 27, 2008
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infmom in the vanguard

Last night I finally got around to watching the most recent episode of “American Chopper.” They made a bike for a company called McCuff. Now, most of the time OCC makes a bike for someone it’s either a company I never heard of, or a company that only minimally impinges on my consciousness.

McCuff, though, I am way ahead of the game!

I read an ad for their product in a motorcycle magazine when I was still working at the library, and when my daughter was still living in Irvine–so, that’s prior to June 2004. At that time, the company that made the McCuff had an address not far from where my daughter lived. So, besides the fact that it looked like a very practical product and ideal for a scooter riding klutz like me, it was kind of a home town deal. So I bought one.

What’s a McCuff? A little yellow donut shaped piece of rubber that keeps you from pouring gasoline all over your scooter or motorcycle when you fill the tank. That may not mean much to the average person, but believe me, I poured enough gas on the Vespa to make this the purchase of a lifetime. 🙂

If you want one, you can get it here.

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August 22, 2008
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oh, sugar sugar… (diabetes fallacies and facts)

One of the tech blogs I read on a regular basis mocked a gizmo today. The gizmo (a cuckoo clock that dispenses chocolate balls once an hour) deserves to be mocked. But the writer included a comment to the effect that eating too much chocolate could make a person diabetic.

It doesn’t work that way.

Obesity is one of the major triggers for Type 2 diabetes, and that’s undoubtedly the main reason why more and more people are diabetic. We’re all fatter. But diabetes isn’t caused by eating too much sugar. It’s caused by eating too much, period. Put a layer of fat around your middle and you might just be seeing your doctor for more than you bargained for.

I know this because I was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes ten years ago. I’d had my suspicions for a while before that, but every time my doctor tested my blood sugar levels, it was done while I was fasting and my readings were in the normal range. It wasn’t till I had an appointment after lunch (that included a can of Pepsi) that I got an accurate reading–and the bad news.

What it’s really like

Diabetes is a progressive, pernicious disease. In the beginning, if the diagnosis is made early enough before the person’s blood sugar gets so high it requires major medical intervention, it is often possible to keep one’s blood sugar readings under control by a combination of diet and exercise, without medication. That’s the way it was for me for a few years (despite the best efforts of my boss to remain ignorant on the subject and buy party food that was mostly grease and sugar). Eventually I had to start taking medication that pushed my body to produce more insulin.

Of course, insulin can be considered a growth hormone and many people who get started on that kind of medication gain weight. I did. But my blood sugar was under control, at least for a while. Eventually that medication didn’t do the job and a second one was prescribed. That combination held the line for me until late last year.

Testing, testing

There’s a test called A1c that measures how high your blood sugar levels have been over about the last three months. The average reading is about 6%, give or take a few percentage points. Diabetics can go a little higher and still be considered within proper limits. My A1c was 8.4%. This was bad news indeed. But it didn’t come as much of a surprise because I had had increasing difficulty with way-too-high readings.

So, two months ago, I started injecting insulin. I know a lot of Type 2 diabetics see that as a treatment of last resort, and if they have to start on insulin they have somehow failed. I thought that way myself for quite a while. Now I know better.

The needles are not much thicker than a human hair, and less than half an inch long. The injections are about as close to completely painless as one could imagine. And best of all, the dosage is infinitely adjustable. With pills, you just don’t have that level of control. Besides, if you’re pushing your body to prodiuce more and more insulin, eventually your pancreas may just give up.

Insulin through history

Insulin was discovered early in the 20th century, and until recent years it was a byproduct of the slaughterhouse, refined from beef and pork pancreases. But drug manufacturers have since discovered how to make human insulin using genetically modified bacteria, and that was first marketed in 1982. The insulins we have today, produced by recombinant DNA, are nearly identical to what the human pancreas creates–they’re just modified a bit to allow for different times of effectiveness. The human insulins, not surprisingly, work better for most people and cause fewer problems. But there are some people for whom the animal based insulins are the best choice, and they are still available, but only under conditions where they are medically necessary. All insulin sold in the USA today is bio-engineered human.

Changes

I’m having to learn a few new things and think ahead. Originally I was just doing one injection at bedtime, but it wasn’t working quite well enough. Now I do one injection before breakfast and one before dinner (different insulin formulation than what I started with). I’ll have to be prepared to take a filled syringe with me when we go out to eat (ordered some cases from the Insulin Case Shoppe yesterday). I have to check my blood sugar more often while I’m making the adjustments in the dose. C’est la vie. I want to live.

I wish there were a good diabetes education program in a nutshell so the average person knew what was going on. Maybe I should write it myself.

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August 12, 2008
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WordPress, the ultimate learning experience

I think maybe I’m ready to peddle myself as a WordPress guru.  Well, a guru in training, at any rate.  The weird problems I have plowed through in the past couple years of WP blogging have been…  educational.

Day100, Once a DorkA few days ago, I was getting “500 internal server” errors on this blog and my tattoo blog.  The tattoo blog proved to be a relatively easy fix (the .htaccess file was messed up).  But this one…  wouldn’t fix no matter what I tried.  So I called my web host’s tech support.

The helpful tech I talked with agreed that the problem was likely the .htaccess file here, too, and said he’d fix it.  I thanked him, he fixed it, everything worked fine.  Phew.  Thought that was the end of it.

Today, trying to add this blog to TwitterFeed, I discovered that (a) in copying over the sig from my tattoo blog I had stupidly not changed the feed link and (b) the RSS link in the banner didn’t work.  Fixing the sig was no problem, after I quit whapping myself on the head, but I was out of my league on the RSS link issue.

So this time my first line of approach was to post a message in the WordPress support forums, which are without a doubt THE best source for WordPress answers.  Especially for off-the-wall problems like this.  It seems like no matter what the problem might be, someone there has the answer that works.

Which was the case this time–within a very short time span I got help.  And it turned out to be a host problem once again, not anything within WP.  And thus nothing I could fix.  So I called the host again.

They said they’d run some diagnostics on the site and email me the results.  I have not yet gotten the email, but everything appears to be working just fine now.  My blogs back themselves up automatically once a day, but I think I’d better go run another backup now.
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August 12, 2008
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RSS goofs

Apologies to anyone who wanted to subscribe to my feed!  Bad enough I copied over the address of my other blog into my sig, but I see now that the RSS link in the banner doesn’t work either.

Wow, what a load of stupid all in one site!  Most of it my fault, too.

The RSS link in the sig now works properly and I’m trying to figure out how to fix the one in the banner.  Sorry about that, Chief!

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August 12, 2008
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Food for thought

Burger & Fries
My brothers and I are all baby boomers. So are all our spouses. Thus, we are a group of people whose parents grew up during the Depression.

That’s an era that produced lasting scars, in ways not always apparent. As most people realize, the deprivations of the Depression led to the excesses of the Fifties, because kids who grew up with nothing were now prosperous adults, the war was over and it was time, by golly, to enjoy not being deprived.

Why did I get to thinking about this today? Well, because one of the lasting effects of the Depression concerns food. Our parents were taught by their parents that Wasting Food was something akin to a capital crime. Why, those starving children in [name some exotic country halfway round the world] would be happy to finish what you ungrateful kids are refusing to finish! I/you put that food on your plate so you darn well better eat it! Clean your plate!

The result was that several generations of kids were trained from the get-go to keep eating till the plate was empty, regardless of whether their stomachs were full. And to Not Waste Food. Which might well be the reason why so many of us turned out to be fat adults.

Fortunately, my brothers and I weren’t treated to the extremes of Not Wasting Food Mania that some of our friends were, because my dad was an Olympic gold medal picky eater and we were a bunch of sharp, wiseass kids who weren’t shy about asking why we had to clean our plates when Dad didn’t. But my husband’s father would brook no such backtalk and by golly if you put it on your plate you had to eat it, period.

Thus, my husband, from long conditioning, believes at a visceral level (no pun intended) in Not Wasting Food. It pains him to toss out an unopened jar or can that’s past its expiration date. Even though he studied organic chemistry all the way through grad school, he refuses to believe that organic substances in sealed containers deteriorate in any way. And any cooked food that is placed in a storage container in the fridge is Still Good until it starts growing green and purple alien life.

Even though I do my best to put dates on the various zip-lock bags and containers in the fridge, if the stuff still “looks good” he is going to eat it, period. He likes taking leftovers to work for his lunches and for the most part that works out fine. Not always, though. Apparently he deemed something “still good” a couple days ago that wasn’t… and came home sick from work today.

Putting dates on stuff is not enough. I’m going to have to be the Fridge Police and throw things away myself. While he’s not looking, of course, lest he suffer gastric distress of a different kind. 🙂

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August 7, 2008
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Summer reading

I have, for some unknown reason, been reading a lot of “political” books lately. Nothing to do with the upcoming election, since I don’t like either major candidate and I’m already sick of the political ads and they haven’t even had the conventions yet.

There have been a lot of similar books published over the past decade or so, and I have neither the time nor the desire to read most of them. But several have caught my eye in recent months and I thought I’d pass along my comments, for better or for worse.

I’ve already written about The Prosecution of George W. Bush for Murder, by Vincent Bugliosi, and you can see my comments on that book here. That book was a quick read. The next one, not so quick.

The Bush Tragedy, by Jacob Weisberg, is an investigation into the Bush and Walker family history and their collective personalities, in an attempt to explain George W. Bush’s motivations. As with all books where the author is dealing with a living subject at second hand, and the subject of the book has made no personal contributions to it, one must read everything with the proper skepticism for armchair psychoanalysis.

Still, it is apparent that Weisberg has done his best to be evenhanded and to both praise and criticize where each is appropriate. His analysis of why George W. Bush’s presidency is a tragedy that need not have been so is explained in careful terms, and his ongoing analogy with Shakespeare’s tragedy is apt. The book would be an eye-opener for anyone, regardless of his/her opinion of the subject.

It would help, I think, to have read Kitty Kelley’s The Family: The Real Story of the Bush Dynasty before tackling The Bush Tragedy, because there is even more background information on the Bush, Walker and Pierce families that will show the reader where Weisberg is coming from and round out the details. Say what you wish about Kitty Kelley, she’s an eminently readable writer and she notes quite correctly that no one has ever successfully sued her over the contents of her books. Given the kinds of high-priced lawyers some of her subjects could afford, and the resources at their disposal, that alone says something about the accuracy of Kelley’s reporting. And her notes about her sources for this particular book are eye-opening indeed.

The other book I’m reading right now is Nixonland: The Rise of a President and the Fracturing of America by Rick Perlstein. I haven’t finished it yet, but what I’ve read so far seems spot-on. I had already read Arrogance of Power: The Secret World of Richard Nixon by Anthony Summers, and learned quite a bit more about Tricky Dick than I had ever believed possible.

I wouldn’t have been quite old enough to vote if the 18-year-olds-can-vote amendment had passed in 1968. My first presidential election was in 1972, in which I voted against Richard Nixon. Not for McGovern, who didn’t much appeal to me, but I’d seen enough of Nixon to want to vote for Donald Duck if it meant no more Tricky Dick in the White House. Perlstein’s book gives the historical perspective on the rise and fall and rise and fall of Richard Nixon, along with other “impossible” candidates like Barry Goldwater and Ronald Reagan. It’s a fascinating portrait of the times and, I think, a must-read for anyone who wants to understand why today’s political climate is the way it is.

That’s a lot of political reading for anyone, but for someone who is fascinated by history and biography (as I am), it’s well worth the time.

Have you read any of those books?

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August 6, 2008
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Happy birthday, Dad

My father would have been 86 today.  He always made sure that people knew that when the bomb wasMy dad on his 39th birthday dropped on Hiroshima, it was August 6 in Japan but only August 5 in the USA, and therefore the bomb was NOT dropped on his birthday.  He was pretty adamant about that.  🙂

He went his own way in life, from the very beginning (although I don’t think his parents appreciated the fact that he was a world class picky eater–certainly my mom didn’t).  He chose his own profession, teaching, and was a genuine star.  There are still people who took his classes decades ago who tell me and my brothers how good he was.

He handled the inevitable slings and arrows of life and even though he faded out through the last decade of his life with Alzheimers he never stopped being Dad.  For that, my brothers and I are forever grateful.

Happy birthday, Dad.  You’re still the greatest.

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August 1, 2008
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on youth, age, and politics

Let me begin this by saying that I don’t particularly like either of the major candidates running for
president this year.  While both of them have numerous admirable qualities and good ideas, they also both have numerous faults and failings and neither makes me enthusiastic about the consequences of voting for him.  I am not a supporter of either man, and on election day I will have to once again have to hold my nose and choose which I think will be the lesser of two evils.

Now, as for political propaganda–I recently read a forum post from a curmudgeonly fellow who was passing along one of those ubiquitous internet letters that people tend to pass on if they happen to agree with them.

The letter purported to be from a Cuban who made the point that Fidel Castro started out as a young, charismatic guy who promised change, and a lot of Cubans were sick of the status quo so they went with the young guy who promised change, and OMG LOOK WHAT HAPPENED.  The reader is, apparently, supposed to draw his/her own conclusions about the following of charismatic young guys who are all for change.  And, no doubt, vote accordingly.

This led me to thinking about other charismatic young guys who were all for change.  One of them wrote the following words, which, alas, far too few Americans have ever seen or paid attention to.

Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.

Barack Obama is 47.  In 1776, Thomas Jefferson was 33.  John Hancock was 39.  James Madison was 25.  Patrick Henry, who advocated change more fiercely than most, was 40.  Thomas Paine, who did likewise, was 39.  And George Washington was 44.  If charismatic young men like these hadn’t advocated change, we’d likely still be singing “God Save the Queen” today.  (I have often said that the descendants of people who were conservatives in 1776 have a special name–Canadians–because that’s how I came to be the descendant of a gentleman who scooted across the border from New Jersey to New Brunswick and stayed there.)

Many Cubans still hold a deep grudge about what happened at the Bay of Pigs in 1961 and I know several who will never vote for a Democrat because they hold Kennedy and his cronies personally responsible for that.  However, even the most cursory examination of history will show that the Bay of Pigs was the Dulles brothers’ idea, that they’d gotten it pretty well set up to go before Kennedy was even elected, and that they were part of the Eisenhower administration while they did so.  They went ahead with it under the assumption that once it was under way, Kennedy would have no choice but to send in American troops in support.  Kennedy proved he did indeed have another choice, and he took it–but he was man enough to publicly accept the responsibility for what happened next.

John McCain is 72.  In 1961, Allen Dulles was 68. John Foster Dulles was 73.  Dwight D. Eisenhower was 71.  Should the Cuban who wrote the letter not be thundering about old men who thought they were still warriors, acted accordingly, and OMG LOOK WHAT HAPPENED?  Had the Bay of Pigs not happened, Castro would not have had a readymade propaganda victory at the very beginning of his rule, and what might have happened in Cuba as a result?

Obviously, both sides of that particular argument are hogwash and the comparisons they make are specious in the extreme.  Obama is no Castro and McCain is no Dulles.  To vote for or against a presidential candidate because some other guy in some other time and/or place did something is absurd.

But it seems that once again, a lot of people who, as Santayana said, know nothing of history, are once again doomed to repeat it.

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July 30, 2008
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I’m a travelin’ Mom…

Fairfield High SchoolI know I haven’t updated in way too long.

I went to my 40th high school reunion, halfway across the USA, and I didn’t take a computer with me. I stayed with a good friend, and I could have used her computer if necessary, but there just flat-out wasn’t time to think about it.

I hadn’t been back there in 25 years, and it was so much fun to be welcomed back and to find out that the old high school cliques and exclusionary groups were well and truly dead and gone. People I never hung out with in school welcomed me back with just as much enthusiasm as did the people who were closer friends. It really truly was like going home, even though my family only lived in that town for three years and I didn’t actually graduate with my class (we moved away after my sophomore year).

I have met people who are still nursing old school grudges and wounds decades later. And people who always felt they were just too tragically hip for the room and no one could possibly have understood them, back then. Me, I didn’t have those problems. I was adequately popular and although I was no way part of the in crowd, several people who were, were my friends. I look back on high school as a good time.

The really sad part is that I am sure that if all those people who still hold grudges would just for pity’s sake go to a reunion they’d find soon enough that none of that stuff matters any more. To anyone. But it’s the people who really ought to go and have that revelation who don’t show. Their loss.

I’ll write again when I get done catching up on emails, LiveJournal, CompuServe, Twitter, Gizmodo, Lifehacker… you get the idea.

I was very happy I went, and I’m just as happy to be home!

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July 18, 2008
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iPod video = 1 infmom = 0

So, I got the new screen installed in the pod OK.  But after I put everything back together, the battery wouldn’t charge up.Hard Place

I figured the old battery had probably died, and bought a new one.

New one wouldn’t charge either.

So I did a closer inspection and discovered that the plastic connector that attaches the battery to the motherboard had come completely loose.  Sigh.

I don’t think any home repair person can micro-solder like that.  I know I sure can’t.  So I guess now I put the pod up for sale “for parts or repair” and mention the nice bright new screen it’s got.

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