I conducted another CAC meeting last night and came home buzzing. There were 42 fired-up neighbors there: one of the largest CAC meetings I’ve seen anywhere. I’m continually amazed at how passionate people are about their neighborhood. It’s like a jolt of electricity to me to be in that room.
I may one day stumble into political office but I can’t imagine I’ll ever have as much fun as I’m having now as a CAC leader.
Gimmie Some Money (YouTube)
Spinal Tap
Stop wasting my time
You know what I want
You know what I need
Or maybe you don’t
Do I have to come right
Flat out and tell you everything?
Gimme some money
Gimme some money
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How could a pediatrician-turned-lawmaker be so ignorant about drugs? Laurinburg Democrat Bill Purcell compares salvia to meth as if the two are remotely similar: a plant versus a caustic mixture of chemicals (including drain cleaner) – with drastically different effects.
Think the good folks of Laurinburg are running around crazed, knocking over convenience stores to get money for more salvia? Think again: even he admits there’s no problem with salvia.
Hey Rep. Purcell: that budget shortfall? Remember that? That’s the problem you should be trying to solve. How about putting the celebrity bills aside and getting back to fixing our state’s real problems.
Poor Richard said “early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.” I say “sleeping late makes me stupid.”
This morning I can’t seem to get my brain in gear.
We like shopping at Costco because it’s convenient and has great prices. There are occasions where an item we like to buy sometimes vanishes from the shelves but overall we can usually find what we need.
One staple that has remained the same (infuriatingly so, actually) at Costco is milk. Costco’s Kirkland-brand milk (as well as Wal-Mart’s) comes in containers that are by far the worst-designed I’ve ever seen. Rather than the traditional milk container with an angled spout, the Creative Edge Design Group-designed “milk pitchers” are squarish with a minimum of curves (so as to maximize their stacking ability). The result is a container that buckles when milk is poured, resulting in the milk running down the side. In all the many Kirkland milk containers I’ve used, not once have I avoided spilling milk all over the place.
I discovered a message now being stamped on the top of the milk. “Tilt and pour slowly,” it says. So, now spills are apparently our fault because we’re not doing it right.
Yes, the new containers allow big box stores to get more milk into their trucks and freezers. The downside is that the extra milk often winds up on the buyer’s table or countertop. So who is it really seeing the savings here? I’m all for making the process of milk delivery more efficient (and more green), but this container is too flawed to make it worthwhile. Back to the drawing boards, folks!
(I see the New York Times, Huffington Post, and various blogs have covered this. )
Eat Steak
Reverend Horton Heat
Eat steak, eat steak eat a big ol’ steer.
Eat steak, eat steak do we have one dear?
Eat beef, eat beef it’s a mighty good food.
It’s a grade A meal when I’m in the mood.
Cowpokes’ll come from a near and far
When you throw a few rib-eyes on the fire.
Roberto Duran ate two before a fight,
‘Cause it gave a lot of mighty men a lot of mighty might.
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Remember those “Magic Eye” stereoscopic posters that were all the rage during the mid to late 90s? You know, those posters that looked like a jumbled mess until you crossed your eyes the right way and then the images jumped right out at you? Remember how hugely popular they were? You couldn’t walk through a mall without wading through a large crowd of cross-eyed people, trying to see the magic pictures. There’s a fad that dropped like a rock, huh.
Maybe the problem with the posters is just that: a large crowd of people would stare at them in the mall but never buy anything. It was enough to get someone to stop shopping for a few minutes but not long enough for them to want to take it home.
Maybe the posters’ creators should’ve hidden some subliminal messages in the jumbled images to jump-start the sales.
I saw a few cherry trees around town that are already blooming. February isn’t even halfway over yet.
The weekend should be more seasonal, with highs struggling to get into the 50s. I’ll miss this short taste of spring.
Walking between buildings today I could’ve sworn I smelled the sea in the air. It immediately made me wish I was out on the water, maybe doing some fishing.
I don’t realize how much I miss the ocean until I smell it again.
Recently on an internal company mailing list, a coworker asked for recommendations for a primary care physician. From a list of perhaps hundreds of members, there was only one response. It wasn’t a recommendation but a cynical “good luck.” His doctor “sucks,” he says. The surprising thing is that no one seemed to disagree.
I shop for a doctor the way I shop for a greeting card: I look for the one that’s the least terrible. There’s always a long wait to become a new patient with a doctor and once you do there’s no guarantee you’ll like that doctor. Many I’ve seen would rather pull out the prescription pad than spend any time figuring out what’s really wrong. Medical knowledge has continued to increase but so has the depersonalization of the patient. How did healthcare get so broken?
I’m still griping about my health insurance premiums going up considerably – not because I’m not healthy but because I have the gall to actually use my health coverage. What if as a patient I was instead rewarded for taking care of issues before they became bigger ones? Wouldn’t that be in everyone’s best interest?
Yessiree, America has the best healthcare in the world. Keep telling yourself that until it seems true. Even when you’re “lucky” enough to have coverage the best you can hope for is something that doesn’t suck.
