Wild Week

I had a meeting Tuesday in New Jersey, a demo for one of our important partners. On Monday night I packed up my laptop and accessories and placed them by the door. I laid out my clothes so that I’d be ready to go when the alarm went off. I climbed into bed early, told Kelly good night, and promptly blinked out, not even remembering her turning out the light.

The next thing I know, Kelly’s waking me up. “Weren’t you supposed to be leaving right now?”

Yikes! I never turned my alarm clock on! It was ten minutes to takeoff of my flight and I was still in bed!

I jumped out of bed, raced through a shower and shave, and flew out the door with a handful of breakfast Kelly had made me. On the way, she gave me alternative flights by telephone. I arrived at the airport just as a Continental 737 was climbing through the sky: my flight.

Fortunately, though, there was another flight to Newark just 30 minutes later. I parked, went through security, and hoofed it down to the Contiental gates at the far end of the terminal. While I was at security, I heard an announcement looking for two missing Continental passseners on the next flight. The gate agent assumed I was one of those passengers but quickly waved me on when I showed her my ticket. I settled into my seat and tried to settle down, too. But I was on my way!

I arrived at my meeting with plenty of time to spare. The partners weren’t even there yet. In short, no one knew just how crazy my travel had been to get there.

Never underestimate the value of getting there by the skin of your teeth. That is, as long as you get there!

Personal Penguin! Argh!!!

I saw the “Personal Penguin” song mentioned on Paul Jones’s blog today but resisted the urge to click on it. Later I read the N&O blog and fell into the trap when David Menconi mentioned it. Now I’m hooked. I found myself walking around the office with the song stuck in my head!

Please, whatever you do, don’t go to Sandra Boynton’s website and click on the MP3 link. You’ll find yourself wanting to be a personal penguin before you know it.

(Sandra writes some of the best childrens’ books out there, by the way.)

A Post-Election Bonus: Rumsfeld Leaving!

Heckuva job, Rummy!

What’s ironic is that after the attacks of September 11th, I actually sent him an email telling him how happy I was that he was SecDef during this troubled time. Boy how quickly my opinion changed.

Now the question is who will take his place?

[Update]: Bush is nominating former CIA chief Robert Gates. Looks like a winner to me.

I’m glad Bush waited until after the election to fire …er, accept the resignation of Rummy. I don’t think the Democratic victory would have been nearly as decisive if Bush had made the move a week or two ago.

New Jersey

I’m on the way to New Jersey for a day trip. And its Election Day, too. Fortunately I took an hour of my Sunday to vote ahead of time. No matter what time I return tomorrow evening, I plan to stay up late watching returns.

The country could look a lot different Wednesday morning.

Shutting The Borders – For Americans?!?

Slashdot (I know, not the most reliable source of news) spread the word yesterday that the Department of Homeland Security is proposing new rules requiring Americans to get permission before entering and leaving the country. A valid U.S. passport won’t be enough, even though it currently takes a U.S. court order to revoke a passport. Your name will have to be cleared by some bureaucrat before you’re allowed to leave or enter, no matter what your U.S. passport says about your right to be here.

Things have gotten scary here in the U.S.A., folks. Veterans’ Day is six days from now and serves as a reminder of the sacrifices I made and others made in service to our country. That same country I so proudly served is now disintegrating before my eyes. Freedom is an endangered species in America.

The second date looming in my mind is two days away: Election Day. If ever there was a chance to put a stop to this bullshit, Tuesday is the day. If things don’t change come Wednesday morning, we are all in deep trouble.

Read more at John Gillmore’s excellent site, Papers, Please. And DHS’s Notice of Proposed Rulemaking here.

Yes, it really is as bad as it seems.

SkyScout: For Idiot Astronomers Like Me

Kelly and I are shopping around for potential Christmas presents. In the “wish I had enough money to buy it” category is the Celeston SkyScout Personal Planetarium. This is the Holy Grail of astronomy tools, in my book:

The SkyScout is a revolutionary handheld device that uses advanced GPS technology with point and click convenience to instantly identify thousands of stars, planets, constellations and more. Simply point the SkyScout at any star in the sky and click the “target” button–the SkyScout will instantly tell you what object you are looking at.

In other words, its like having an expert astronomer in a box. Imagine walking around with Carl Sagan in a box!

Eww. Nevermind. But, still! Being able to point this thing at a star and have it tell you what it is (“that’s the sun, you idiot”) would be out of this world! Dadgummit, what will they think of next?

The second question I had when I saw this was: can it do celestial navigation? All of our deep space spacecraft use the stars for navigation. Most of them have electronic brains that make the Commodore 64 seem advanced. If this thing can identify stars, celestial navigation can’t be far behind.

I Voted!

I spent about a hour standing in line today in order to vote. I found out yesterday that I’ll be needed in New Jersey on Tuesday but I didn’t want to miss my chance.

At the One-Stop Voting station on Litchford Road, a line of people stretched across the parking lot. An hour after first arriving, I walked out as voter number 2776. I was pleased to see a line just as long still stretching into the parking lot.

Please, no matter what side of the aisle you’re on, get out and vote. This is your country, after all.

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Piedmont Biofuels Brings Biodiesel To Raleigh

Looking to reduce the tons of carbon dioxide you put into the atmosphere every year? If you’re driving a diesel, you’re in luck! Piedmont Biofuels recently opened their first Raleigh refueling station, so now you can “gas” up on vegetable oil. Time to go shopping on Craigslist!

Here’s the text of their announcement on the Biofuels Interest Group mailing list:

Have you been banging down our doors?

Over the past year many folks have called and nagged and reminded and re-reminded us that the people of our fair state need a Raleigh option for getting biodiesel. We are happy to announce then that Piedmont Biofuels has now opened a B100 pump, our finest in fact, in the Raleigh area. The Raleigh pump is a card swipe system with unlimited user capacity, which tracks your fuel consumption over the month, and bills you at the end of the month. We even have a very fancy-shmancy graphical interface that allows us to visually see the Raleigh tank level from the safety of our control room in little Pittsboro. All this technology is fine and dandy, and we do love gadgets, but we also do this work in the great hope of getting our members that live or work in the Raleigh area to start using the new pump, and also to get the word out to Raleigh-based friends and relatives of our members. So please, if you know someone that needs to know that there is now a place to get B100 biodiesel in Raleigh, please pass the word along and have them give us a call.

Thoughts On Healthcare

I went to the pediatrician for my son’s two year checkup the other day. The doctor gave him a great report, which was no surprise. Originally he wasn’t due for any shots, but a new law went into effect requiring a hepatitis shot.

For good measure, the nurse asked about giving him and my daughter an influenza shot. I am a strong skeptic of the effectiveness of flu shots and have voiced these concerns to Kelly. The nurse brushed these concerns aside, repeating that they’re safe. I grudgingly went along. Both kids got a flu shot.

As I was leaving their office, it occured to me that if the pediatric office was really concerned about the spread of the flu, why don’t they clean the waiting room seats and toys after patients come in? While there’s a “sick” and “well” side to the room, the only toy table in the room is right in the middle. I recalled a news story a few years back that elderly patients were better off not coming in for a flu shot, as their chance of infection was greater from a visit to the waiting room than from picking it up from their everyday routines.

The pharmaceutical shill in the waiting room as I left (the second I’d seen that morning) reminded me that the healthcare industry is just that: an industry. Its primary goal is to make a profit, not to make people healthy. It’s a business first. Doctors would rather sell you a flu shot than disinfect their waiting rooms.

Early this year I attended the HIPAA trade show in San Diego’s cavernous convention center. The size of the show dwarfed anything I believe I’ve been to. Floor after floor and booth after booth of vendors selling to healthcare professionals. The amount money in healthcare is staggering. I imagined it was what a military arms show must be like, with huge companies hunting huge contracts. There’s good money to be made in both taking bodies apart and putting them back together.

What a waste of money and resources. Yeah, we’ve got some smart people working on lifesaving solutions, but only with an eye to the bottom line. Sure, foreign kings come to the U.S. for their treatment, but the reason they do is because they are the few who can afford to.

But … what if the focus was different? What if profit wasn’t the goal anymore? What if patients – not their wallets – came first? What if doctors were judged by how healthy their patients are – how many doctor’s visits were avoided – rather than how much money they made? What if everyone had access to top-notch, affordable healthcare? I think you’d see a fundamental shift in thinking.

I’m still marveling at last year’s visit to an Italian emergency-room with Travis. Not that it was a lot of fun hauling a six-month-old into the hospital while on vacation, but how helpful the staff was. How genuinely concerned they seemed with Travis’s health. Our son was not just a number, or a line on a profit-and-loss chart. He was a human who needed help. We walked out with a reassurance of our son’s health as well as a greater appreciation for socialized medicine.

Instead we have bloated, faceless, expensive healthcare in this country, where dollars flow faster than IVs and media breathlessly flogging the latest virus to be feared.

Perhaps one day we’ll get serious about reforming our healthcare in this country. As long as its driven by dollars our best interests won’t be served. What a shame.