Monday, January 30, 2006
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Monday, January 23, 2006
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
When our folks had this picture taken about 43 years ago (give or take a year), I am sure they were wondering what would happen to this cohort of four children, anchored by daughters (we always thought it interesting that there was one girl-boy set each of dark and light hair) as they grew up. What kind of people would they become? What careers would they have? What would they look like as they got older?
And now those questions have mostly been answered. This is what we look like on the eve of the youngest son’s (on the right) 50th birthday. He is an interesting character. He has a good job with the maintenance department of a major corporation in Southern California. The son on the left is a teacher of mathematics. The little girl (still a baby in her 40s) is a librarian at an elementary school. And then there’s me, the old lady in the back. There’s still some brown in there, but not much.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Monday, January 16, 2006
Love yourself, if that means rational, healthy, and moral self-interest. You are commanded to do that. That is the length of life. Love your neighbor as you love yourself. You are commanded to do that. That is the breadth of life. But never forget that there is a first and even great commandment. “Love the Lord thy God with all thy heart and all thy soul and all thy mind.” This is the height of life. And when you do this you live the complete life.
The Words of Martin Luther King, Jr. , Selected by Coretta Scott King. London: Robson Books, 1984; p. 64.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
I work on medical manuscripts. Papers about clinical studies of therapies for various ailments; case reports of unusual illnesses in patients and how the patient was treated (one poor soul in a recent paper died from a massive infection he got after being bitten by his household rabbit; another person died from a parasite he got after being barbed by a catfish); basic research studies (usually involving an animal) to find causes for problems and how to stop it. And buried deep in a complicated manuscript comes this gem...
"The premise.... was rabidly translated into clinical therapeutic...."
Now I've lost it and hysterics are a possibility as I contemplate the mental picture of wild-haired wild-eyed, researchers foaming at the mouth while they chase after hapless patients brandishing syringes dripping with their new drug-combination therapy.