Tuesday, April 26, 2005

I'm back

Well, sorta. I'm writing this from school, using vagablog, and have just dropped the wife off at home. I must say i'd like to do that again soon ... Especially the bit about watching my wife get a lap dance at the byob bar (meaning totally totally totally nude nude nude girls girls girls -- in texas if the bar serves alcohol the girls must wear g-strings, but if they don't the girls can be totally naked).

It's been about three years since we'd been up there. And the women were still beautiful, at least to us.

Movie review: sin city. Good movie, but it' not possible to make sense of them. It's four stories that are only vaguely related. Visually stunning, if nudity offends you stay away. Otoh, if beautiful cinematography and beautiful women in an action adventure appeal, go for it. Just don't expect to have all the answers when you leave.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

A weekend away

Not really away. Just downtown. My mom has been kind enough to stay a couple days after passover (will write about that later) so that the wife and I can get away. So we rented a hotel room downtown and plan on spending a lot of time asleep, relaxing without kids around, and having lots of unprotected sex (always the best kind).

Am really looking forward to it. Especially the unprotected sex (not even any birth control pills -- not us, just all raw all the time!).

Saturday, April 23, 2005


This is a test from vagablog. If it works i'll explain in another post.
okay i lied. i won't explain in another post. i'll explain in an edit.

vagablog is a palmos program that allows me to post to my blog from my new cell phone provider's handspring treo 300. it replaces the old hitachi g1000 i had. i replaced the hitachi because of poor battery life, and because i honestly prefer palmos over windows mobile.

anyway, i'm happy with this new piece of software. and it costs all of $7. yippee.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

ian's appointments

the doctor's appointments were ... unenlightening.

the audiology appointment wasn't supposed to be traumatic. the audiologists (two really cute chicks) led us into a little sound booth they use for thesting.

first they hooked ian up to a device that puffed air into his ear. it looked for things like a punctured ear drum, or fluid in his ears. no problem, good results on that.

then they tried to do the real meat of the test. in the booth they oriented us correctly, and one of them left the room and ran the gadgets, and one of them stayed inside holding ian's attention. they played sounds and spoke to him through the two speakers in either corner (carefully oriented). some of the sounds were so brief and mute that, while i could hear them, i couldn't tell what side they were coming from. about three minutes into this, ian decided he'd had enough, freaked out, and wouldn't let me out of a hug.

so rather than do a test where they needed his participation (i'd told them that he wouldn't be able to help, and i was right!), they hooked him up to the same device they use for newborns. essentially it shoots sound into his ears and listens for the echo. they did it in both ears, and both were fine.

the result is that there is no hearing loss that would cause a speech problem.

the neurology the next day wasn't nearly as informative. after waiting forever, the neurologist tested his reflexes, didn't say much else, and referred us for yet more testing. he wants genetics, speech testing, and an appointment with something called the child study center.

then he ordered a bunch of blood tests. 11 tubes of blood, to be exact. yes, 11. i counted. out of a terrified three year old. that i had to hold down while she drew all this from him.

the genetics tests are apparently mostly done already; supposedly the neurologist ordered them, which is part of why he ordered so many tests. the speech testing is back in rehab where the audiology is, and shouldn't be hard to make an appointment there again.

but the child study center, with the neuropsychologist, has an application process. once you fill out the 12 page application, which includes school stuff for school-aged kids that teachers fill out, you wait 4-6 weeks for them to process it before they call you for an appointment 4-6 months later. so 6-8 months from now, we might get an appointment. i hear they're great, but that would mean ... christmas. how is that good service?

the neurologist also asked for an mri, i guess to rule out any physical problems with ian's brain. that's fine except that it conflicts with the opthamology appointment, so i'll have to reschedule that. and because he's so young and not able to follow commands (hold still!), they'll have to sedate him.

i'm thrilled with all this.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

day by day

nothing doing here, just acting like a family day to day. sue and i have decided to take off (all of 15 miles away) for two days next weekend, and my mother has kindly agreed to cover the kids. it should be nice to not have to hear the screaming. i love my kids obviously, but both my wife and i could use the relaxation.

school remains in a holding pattern. just working. the children's lit course is going well.

in geology i took an exam on tuesday and i was pretty nervous about my mastery of the material. i managed to pull a 98 out of the instructor's ass, and i was thrilled. i'm again in the position of being able to completely skip the final and still pass. happy happy joy joy.

statistics remains a blow-off course. i can't help but get an a in there.

and i'll pass the stupid technical writing course, if only because i'll turn all my stuff in. but i've lost the motivation to do the best i can, and as a consequence, i won't be posting my how-to guide on how to work the steps online. what i will turn in will be adequate, but will not be stellar, and i'm not willing to post something like that in public without me being comfortable that i've done the best job i can. sorry, gang.

ian's doctor appointments start tomorrow. first, audiology. tuesday is neurology. and the following week, opthomology. my own shrink appointment is a week from tomorrow; sue has one tomorrow, both with the same doctor. happy happy. (pharmacology to the rescue.)

so that's where i am.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

poem for the day

the craster

the craster fast, though not faster
than the brash and raspy plasterer
met with quite a sore disaster
perhaps because she was not faster.
she lived on the trash under the plaster
until the day that the old master
sent to patch the cracking plaster
in his task accidentally cast her
in the process making the craster
grasp for gasps but at last passed faster
than she would have had he asked her
if it was alright to patch the plaster.
now the moral is that every craster
must one day meet their master.
now say that ten times faster.
copyright 1979 barry louis polisar
from songs for well behaved children

Monday, April 11, 2005

my new name

My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Pepper Spray of Loving Kindness.

Get yours.

Friday, April 8, 2005

saving dinner

saving dinner is a menu service that's pretty cool. they offer weekly by-subscription menus created for dinner. they offer regular meals, low-carb stuff, vegitarian, and others.

my mother pointed it out to me and so i thought i'd try out a 3 month subscription and see how it does for us. what's good for me is that it includes prepared shopping lists, which makes meal preparation lots easier.

i'd very much like to eat healthier, and this is a cheap tool without a lot of paper behind it to help me start giving it a shot.

experiences of school

cecily's post about schooling made me consider my own experience. i've written about it here some before.

i did kindergarten at a public school; i don't remember much about it except that the teacher had big tits, and i had trouble figuring out what half a glass was. and that it was a big privlege to go get the chocolate milk from the cafeteria.

this was a time when i could walk, unsupervised, from school to my sitter's house.

first and half of second grade was a private school. then my mother announced she was getting married, packed her shit and moved to chicago. my dad took the opportunity to get a job in texas, and packed his shit and moved there. i went with my dad.

once here, i wound up in a tiny private school, the local jewish offering. in its first year, the school offered grades k, 1, and 2, and i was the late-comer. i stayed in this school all the way through 8. most years they added one grade to keep up with the kids needs.

a couple of weeks ago, the board of directors finally voted to close the school. at its peak there were a hundred kids or so; now it's down to less than 30. it's sad, but there's never been the community support this school needs to make it a going concern long-term.

i got a reasonably good education, both secular and religious. i can read, write, calculate, and think because of that school. the education was excellent, but the social aspect lacked considerably. the classes and grades were so small that if you were a screwball (like me), there weren't enough other screwballs to make friends with. consequently, i was tolorated.

that takes us through 8th grade. i'll write more later.

Monday, April 4, 2005


cecily has been sharing a little about her battle with weight and all the things she's tried. like i wrote in a comment there, my own weight is something that's been concerning me.

a bmi calculator i found puts me right at 30, the dividing line between "overweight" and "obese." my wife's bmi is higher; we weigh about the same, but she's considerably shorter.

i feel trapped by circumstance and my body.

any exercise that's hard on feet won't work for me. i have plantars heel spurs -- bone spurs my heels. the spurs cause tendon inflammation, and the inflammation cause so much pain that people notice a limp. especially in the morning and when i've been off my feet a while, walking can be extremely painful.

there are four basic treatments:

i've reached surgery. the shoe inserts help but not enough, and i have trouble finding shoes that fit with the inserts in, even if i rip out the insoles. the cortisone injections only last a week or so and are extremely painful, and i wind up with bruises on my heels that last a couple days besides. the nsaid drugs stop working; i've done feldine, naperson, celebrex, and bextra.

but i can't afford the copays and the recovery time.

so much for walking for exercise. other exercise also tends to be heavy on the feet, even stuff like exercise bikes. swimming is good, but i don't have an indoor pool handy. to be consistent i need to be able to do it all-weather, and all-season. otherwise i won't bother. my housing development has a pool, but it's only open memorial day through labor day, and it's usually overrun with snot-nosed little brats who have no consideration for adults who might want to use the facility.

i have my kids.

anything i do needs to be something where i can arrange childcare, or be able to schedule during times when my wife is home (like 3am).

and my diet sucks. high carb, high fat. i'm a carnivore, and rice is cheeeeeep and easy to cook. i enjoy eating veggies but am not very good at preparing them. we don't buy much fresh food, so the stuff i do get tends to be frozen or canned (thus high sodium). plus many of the things i might like to learn to cook -- like, say, fish -- sue won't touch.

meanwhile, i watch my beer gut grow and my weight slowly rise. in high school i topped out at 180. somewhere along the lines i've gone up considerably. not 100 pounds, but more than 50. i didn't have a beer gut when i quit drinking 11 years ago. (kinda like getting arrested, that didn't start until sobriety.)

i hate the way i look. i hate the way i feel. yet, as always, i feel powerless and trapped and unable to do anything constructive about it.

Saturday, April 2, 2005

ding dong

the pope is dead.

i have mixed feelings about it, and about him.

i'm not catholic, for one thing, so he's never been the head of a religious order i paid a great deal of attention to. on the other hand, he was a tremendously charismatic leader who managed to attract a considerable personal following.

also, he's the only pope that i, and anyone younger than i, remember. he was pope for 26 years; i just turned 31 years old, so i was 4 when he was elected in 1978.

anybody can read elsewhere about the criticisms leveled against him for his conservative stances over women, birth control, sexuality, the whole bit. and i agree with them.

on the other hand, he does command a certain respect from me. at the very least, even when he was (by my estimation) wrong, at least we knew exactly what he believed, why he believed it, and that he wouldn't "flip-flop." he was always consistent, on-message, and within his frame of reference, lucid.