Howdy, Wired readers!

Over a year after the incident, I’m getting another few seconds added to my fifteen minutes of fame: last week I was interviewed by phone by Wired, and their article hit the ‘net today:

What do a flight attendant in Texas, a temporary employee in Washington and a web designer in Utah have in common? They were all fired for posting content on their blogs that their companies disapproved of.

Aside from that leader being a wee bit misleading (I was let go by my previous employer, not the copy company I currently work for), it’s not a bad article.

Update: Wired was kind enough to slightly edit the introductory paragraph to clear up the wording a touch. Thanks much!

If there are any visitors hitting my site for the first time who might be curious about just what happened to me, I can direct you to my fifteen minutes of fame archives, and specifically, the photo, the day I was let go, and my wrapup and responses on the whole shebang.

And, of course, feel free to kick around and poke around the rest of the site. Nice to see you here!

100 percent

Abstinence is the only 100% sure method of avoiding STDs and unwanted pregnancy.

Not eating is the only 100% sure method of avoiding food poisoning.

Never leaving a windowless room is the only 100% sure method of avoiding sunburn.

Not walking is the only 100% sure method of avoiding stubbed toes.

Not driving, riding in cars, or coming too close to any public or private roadway is the only 100% sure method of not being injured or killed in an auto accident.

Never crossing over or under a bridge is the only 100% sure method of avoiding dying in a sudden freak bridge collapse.

Never picking up a fork is the only 100% sure method of not accidentally stabbing yourself with the tines.

Never coming into contact with anything wooden is the only 100% sure method of not getting a splinter.

Never handling anything paper is the only 100% sure way of preventing paper cuts.

Never using plastic bags is the only 100% sure way of avoiding wrapping the plastic bag around your head and suffocating.

Balloon Feather Boat Tomato

Jason Webley has updated his site with information about his most recent show. He has links up to the photo galleries that Josh and I have posted (nifty!), plus a few other goodies.

The “Life of Webley” animation that opened the show can be downloaded as a 4.8Mb .wmv file, and he’s posted the text of the four stories from the evening:

The Story of Balloon:

What is it about holding a balloon that is so magical and familiar? A hand that is holding a balloon is a content, happy hand. Why exactly is that? I’m sure the scientists and philosophers and marketing people have written dozens of millions of pages about this subject, but I have my own theory.

The Story of Feather:

Feather was a girl who trusted her feet. She ran so light, so fast and so reckless that she never had time to fall and skin her knees. She had big bright eyes filled with bees a-buzzing and long yellow hair that trailed behind her when she ran through the garden. There was always dirt under her fingernails and snot on her chin. But never a scrape on her knees. Because she trusted her feet.

The Story of Boat:

Isn’t it interesting how differently people move through the world? One person walks down the street and everyone he passes immediately likes him and thinks to themselves, ‘what a nice pleasant fellow! I should invite him over for dinner!’ But when another person walks down the same street in much the same way, people lock their doors and grumble to themselves, dogs bark, he is met with suspicious glances until eventually someone throws a shoe at him.

The Story of Tomato:

Tomato was the most beautiful woman in the world. She never knew her mother, but she never gave that much thought. She was the most beautiful woman in the world and there were always plenty of people around to shower her with attentions and affections.

iTunesMusic That Tears Itself Apart” by Webley, Jason from the album Viaje (1998, 3:22).

Switch to VoIP?

On the off chance anyone noticed, my site (along with all other sites I host) had about two hours of downtime earlier today. Sorry about that — as it turns out, the DSL modem had frozen up, probably from overheating thanks to the poor ventilation in my apartment. Once it was reset it was fine. Sorry ’bout that.

While I was bouncing around Speakeasy‘s site during the initial round of “what’s going on?” troubleshooting, I ran into some interesting information that may lead to me ditching my current phone service with Qwest.

Item One: Speakeasy OneLink — DSL service that doesn’t require a phone line.

Item Two: Speakeasy Voice — VoIP service.

Item Three: Nice savings when you order both packages.

I already use Speakeasy as my broadband provider, and I’ve been very happy with the service I get from them. I have a good package for a reasonable price, and the few times I’ve had to call tech support, they’ve been quick, friendly, and very friendly (and occasionally just a little bit silly).

I currently use Qwest for my phone service, and have very intentionally been getting the bare minimum necessary package. For me, that means about \$30/month for basic phone service plus voice mail, and nothing else. No caller ID, no call waiting, no other fancy features — and no long distance.

According to Speakeasy’s site, if I were to switch over to their VoIP service, I’d get unlimited long distance in the US and Canada, voice mail, caller ID, call waiting, three-way calling, last call return, do not disturb, and I’d even get to keep the same phone number I’d have now — all for the same price as my current basic service from Qwest.

If I switched over to both OneLink and VoIP, my final cost would be about \$6/month more than what I’m paying now, but the first three months would be cheaper, as you get a “free three months” for signing up (some of which are offset by the setup costs, but that’s expected). All in all, this sounds like a pretty damn good deal to me.

Giving this one some serious thought.

iTunesPredator (Final)” by Collide from the album Vortex (2004, 6:32).

ADD, Hyperactivity, and Ritalin

Jacqueline is curious about using drugs to offset the effects of ADD:

It’s been 13 years since I’ve taken anything for my attention deficit disorder — my childhood experience with Ritalin was awful. But things haven’t been going so well in school lately and I may have to relax my “no drugs, no way” position if I want to get it together and actually do the grad school thing.

Now, before I go any further, I need to put a big disclaimer on what follows: I am not a doctor — I don’t even play one on TV. I don’t have children. I don’t have ADD. I have never been on any prescription medication for anything other than antibiotics. I did go through a period of time when I was playing with recreational drug use, but that was confined to three drugs: a few instances of getting stoned (boring), three attempts at ‘shrooming (two of which times I went to sleep before they kicked in), and about two years of dropping acid on a fairly regular basis (fun for a while, then it was time to stop).

In other words, the following is opinion, and opinion only. Take it as such.

Now.

I have serious issues with the current obsession with ADD and the associated pharmaceutical treatments. My personal belief is that it’s an incredibly overblown and overmedicated issue. This does not mean that I don’t “believe” in ADD, or that I don’t believe that there are people who are affected by it and can benefit from treatment. What it means is that I believe that it’s often diagnosed too quickly, and that the current trend is too quick to depend on chemical treatments that are likely more detrimental in the long run.

My little brother Kevin was an unusually active baby. He had problems paying attention for more than a few minutes at a time, and was rarely still — even in his sleep, he was so constantly wired that he would bruise himself in his sleep thrashing around in his crib. Eventually, it got to the point where my parents were concerned enough that they decided to take him to a doctor and see if there was any medical explanation.

Now, this was back in the late 70’s, long before ADD/ADHD became the catchphrase of the decade. My brother was diagnosed with hyperactivity — an overabundance of energy and inability to focus, brought on by a chemical imbalance within his system. My parents were given a few choices on how to combat this. I don’t know if there were more options given than the two I’m about to mention, but I believe these were the primary options.

The first was Ritalin, a drug that is actually a central nervous system stimulant that has a calming effect on hyperactive individuals because of their unusual body chemistry.

The second was a more natural remedy — dealing with the hyperactivity by monitoring and adjusting Kevin’s diet. The chemical imbalance that triggered Kevin’s hyperactivity was brought on by excessive amounts of certain types of sugars in his system. The hyperactivity was believed to be an allergic reaction to sucrose and a few other compounds: essentially, he was allergic to cane sugar (sucrose), artificial flavors and colors, and honey. It was thought that by eliminating those elements as much as possible from his diet, it should be possible to regulate the imbalance and allow Kevin to lead a calmer, more normal life.

A little bit of Googling has turned up a few pages on the subject of hyperactivity and diet, leading me to this Q and A page that pinpoints this approach to treating hyperactivity as the Feingold Diet (further searching for “finegold diet” returned that same page as the top result). It’s apparently a somewhat controversial approach, as testing Dr. Finegold’s theories resulted in “mixed and inconsistent results” — see paragraph eight of the “20th Century History” section of Wikipedia’s ADD page for more information.

I don’t know how much was known about the Finegold Diet at the time that my parents were investigating Kevin’s unusual behavior, or how it was viewed at the time. Whatever the situation was, my parents decided that it was at least worth trying before resorting to drugs, and so Kevin’s diet was changed (along with the rest of us, of course — something that I’ve always half-believed is responsible for why I have such a sweet tooth: until the age of about four or five, I had a normal little-kid diet high in sugars; suddenly, nearly all sugars and sweets were removed from the house, and I missed them — but I digress…). We found that he could process fructose (fruit sugars) normally, and so that became the sweetener of choice in our family.

And it worked. It worked quite well, in fact. Suddenly, Kevin was manageable — at least, no more hyper than any other young child. And, in case there were ever any doubts as to whether it was the diet making the difference, the changes in his behavior when he did manage to get ahold of anything with high amounts of sugar were staggering (I remember one instance where after getting into a stash of Oreos I had hidden in my room he got to the point of physically attacking our dad — a rather scary situation for all of us). When his sugar levels did start to get a little high, all it took was a couple cups of coffee to calm him down, as the caffeine worked with his body chemistry in a similar way to how the Ritalin works: what’s a stimulant to a normal person acts as a depressant to a hyperactive person.

Now, obviously, no two people are going to have the same body chemistry, and a solution for one person isn’t necessarily a solution for all. Even when one solution does present itself, something as simple as time can make a huge difference — as my brother aged, he became less and less adversely affected by the sugars that sent him into fits as a child, and to my knowledge, he hasn’t had to worry about any medical dietary restrictions for quite a few years now. According to the above referenced Wikipedia article, testing on Dr. Finegold’s methods resulted in wildly inconclusive results, with success rates reported as anywhere from as much as 60% to as little as 5% of the test subjects.

So no, it’s not a catch-all, and I harbor no wild beliefs that because it worked for my brother, it will work for everyone else. However, I know it helped my brother, and even working with the low end of the reported success rate — five percent — if four million children are diagnosed with ADHD each year, then that’s around 200,000 that could see a substantial difference simply by experimenting with their diet (and I’d bet that choosing your foods wisely is a lot cheaper than filling a Ritalin prescription for years).

It just seems to me that if there’s a possibility of being able to help someone with something as simple as a little attention to their diet, than shouldn’t that be one of the first things investigated? It may not work — there may even be a 95% chance that it won’t — but if it does, than it’s easier, healthier, cheaper, and it would probably take no more than a few weeks or a few months to be certain as to whether a different diet is making the difference. Why start with the howitzer when a slingshot might be all you need?

What concerns me are two things: firstly, that I rarely (if ever) hear of people who know about the potential benefits of the dietary approach; and secondly (and more importantly), I really wonder sometimes if people these days are overly quick to assign their children the label of ADHD.

<soapbox>

Quite simply, children are supposed to be hyper! Yes, if it’s excessive, get it checked — but please don’t jump to the conclusion that a child is hyperactive simply because you’re having troubles controlling them. Children need to be active and interested in everything around them, it’s how they learn. They’re plopped down in the middle of this huge world, with all sorts of stuff to explore and investigate and taste and pound on and break and put together and figure out how it all works — and it really worries me when it seems to me that some parents are in far too much of a hurry to drug their children into insensibility because it would make their life easier.

Okay, I think I’m done.

</soapbox>

Adoption

Lately, I’ve been really enjoying reading The Sticking Point as Tommy and his wife travel to Seoul to finalize the adoption of a baby boy.

Little baby H. is incredible. He looks somehow different from the pictures we’ve gotten of him. The shock of hair sticking off the top of his head has mostly fallen off, and he’s got more even coverage from his fine black hair.

He’s quite a jumper. If you hold him under the arms, he will squat down then quickly extend his legs to try to jump, and he did this almost continuously during our visit. He almost seems ready to stand, though he’s only 22 weeks old. He smiles quite a bit and sticks out his tongue. He’s very curious about what’s going on around him. So much so that he prefers to be held facing outward, rather than toward you. From this position he can get a better look at what’s happening.

[…]

It was an overwhelming experience. So much so, that it’s left me a bit numb and unable to process it all. It think I’ve taken in so much emotional stimuli that I am unable to gather and sort an of it. We visited with a baby…but it’s my baby…but it’s not my baby yet. It’s a hard feeling to describe.

Tomorrow (Wednesday), at 2 PM, we will receive our little boy. Today is our final day as a family of two.

Being able to experience the adoption through Tommy’s eyes has been rather touching for me, as some time ago I was somewhat involved in an adoption from the other side of the process.

A few years ago, I was dating a girl with a two year old son, and another baby on the way — not mine, though, we started seeing each other when she was right about three months pregnant. An unusual situation, perhaps, but as with many things, it “seemed like a good idea at the time.”

She knew that keeping the baby wasn’t going to be a realistic option at that point in her life, and so as her due date grew closer, we started looking into the various adoption possibilities available. As it turned out, some old friends of my family (a flying buddy of my dad’s from the Air National Guard and his wife, who had been friends with my parents since shortly after they moved to Alaska in the mid-70’s) had been talking about adopting. My parents helped us get in contact with them, and all the necessary arrangements were made.

While making the decision to put a child up for adoption is never easy, it ended up being a really good arrangment for everyone involved. My girlfriend was able to be very confident in the family that her child was going to grow up in, and the adoptive parents were able to be in Anchorage for the birth so that they could take the baby immediately. Every so often over the years, I’ve been able to get updates from the parents, and have been assured that the baby (named Nathan, and not so much of a baby anymore, he’d be about eight years old by now) is doing fine — in fact, a little Googling just led me to a 1995 picture of the family and Nathan at three months old!

That relationship eventually ended (rather spectactularly, unfortunately), and it’s been years since I’ve heard from that particular girlfriend. Still, being able to be part of that process was an experience I’ll not soon forget.

Thanksgiving Weekend

Just got back in a bit ago from a very nice and very relaxing Thanksgiving weekend.

Friday after work I walked the block-and-a-half from the office building to Seattle’s Greyhound station and (after the requisite waiting around for an hour or so in a crowded, dingy bus terminal) hopped a bus out to Ellensburg and spent the weekend with Prairie. We had a very pleasant four days of doing next to nothing other than lying around, watching DVDs, and munching on Thanksgiving goodies. She’d made a really good Thanksgiving dinner (turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, stuffing, sweet potatoes with melted marshmallows on top, cranberry jelly, and pumpkin pie) that, true to form, lasted all weekend long.

CWU Campus, Ellensburg, WA

We ended up watching Shrek 2 (good, of course), Van Helsing (entertaining moments, but overall really bad), The Stepford Wives (the new version — cute, but not great), Raising Helen (cute), and I’ve now seen the first three seasons of Friends (which, I have to admit, is a fun little sitcom), plus we went out to see National Treasure in the theater (not great, but definitely enjoyable).

Willow leaves, Ellensburg, WA

Eventually, the weekend drew to a close, and after Prairie loaded my bag up with leftovers, I hopped the return bus to Seattle, and am home again.

It looks like my brother and his family visited Alaska for the holiday, and there a lot more baby pictures up on the family photo gallery, including this cute one of Kevin, Emily, and Noah.

Kevin, Emily, and Noah

iTunesPluto” by Björk from the album Homogenic (1997, 3:19).

Four Years

The actual day isn’t until tomorrow, but as I’m not planning on doing much in the way of weblogging on Thanksgiving day, I figured I’d go ahead and toss this up ahead of time. While I’d been keeping hand-updated websites since ’95 or so, November 25th, 2000 marked my first foray into using a software engine to keep track of the random rambling I occasional put up on my website, starting me stumbling into the world of weblogging.

Four years it’s been since then.

Semi-randomly chosen highlights follow…

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Versus

What ever happened to concepts like tolerance and respect of others? Polite disagreement? Discussion as opposed to argument? Open minded acceptance of other people’s views, even if they differ from your own?

This may not be my most coherent or well-organized post, but a couple things popped up today that have been rumbling around in the back of my head, and I wanted to at least make a stab at getting some of them out.

Yesterday, I posted a link and excerpt from a story in the Seattle Times about a local Native American burial ground that has been uncovered due to construction on the Hood Canal bridge. The story caught my attention both for the archaeological significance of the find, and for the care and concern that the local tribes have for the spirituality of the site and their ancestors.

This morning, my post got a Trackback ping when Paul Myers of Pharyngula posted about the article. When I read his post, though, I was more than a little taken aback at what I felt to be the cavalier and rude tone he took in regard to the tribe’s religious beliefs.

There’s a fair bit of religious hokum in the article; goofy stuff such as the claim that pouring a concrete slab would trap the spirits forever (piling dirt and rocks on top of them doesn’t, apparently, nor does rotting into a smear), and spiritual advisors on site and ritual anointings to protect people from angry spirits. That’s all baloney….

The religious/spiritual crap cuts no ice with me….

It wasn’t that he didn’t agree with the spirituality of the tribe that bothered me (I don’t know Paul’s personal religious beliefs) — rather, it was the utter lack of respect in how he addressed it. It was the old stereotype of the scientist so convinced of the utter righteousness of the purely scientific world view that he’s utterly contemptuous of those fools who believe in any sort of higher power (see Ellie Arroway in Carl Sagan’s Contact, for example).

That bothered me, but I wasn’t quite sure how to start expressing it, so I just filed it away on the back burner to percolate for a little bit.

A couple of days ago, I’d posted a link on my linklog to a Gallup poll which showed that only one third of Americans believe that evidence supports Darwin’s theory of evolution, and had added the comment, “how depressing.” This morning, I got a comment on that post from Swami Prem that raised my eyebrows:

What’s depressing about this? There is no evidence that supports Darwin’s theories. No scientist has ever shown that there exists a link between humans and apes. Darwin’s theories are theories afterall.

Suddenly, I found myself coming dangerously close to stepping right into Paul’s shoes, and had to wait a while before responding to Prem’s comment. My first impulse was surprise and, quite honestly, a little bit of, “oh, here we go again…” — Prem and I have had strong disagreements in the past, and while I don’t believe that he’s at all unintelligent, his earlier espousal of viewpoints that are so diametrically opposed to my own strongly colored my initial reaction to this new comment.

After taking some time to let that roll around in my brain I did respond, and Prem’s responded to that. As yet, I haven’t taken it any further, both because I want to do my best to respond intelligently and because I’m somewhat stumped as to just how to start (I probably need to take some time to do a little research [this site looks like a good place to start] — as I’ve never progressed beyond attaining my high school diploma, and I was never that good in the sciences to begin with, I’m not entirely comfortable with trying to engage in a full-on creationism-vs.-Darwinism debate without a little brushing up [and actually, Paul would probably be far more qualified than I to tackle Prem’s question, judging by his obvious interest in both biology and evolution — just check out the links in his sidebar!]).

Anyway, both of these items have been bouncing around my head all day.

I think a lot of what’s been bothering me about the exchanges is that I try hard to be polite and respectful in my discussions with people, even when (and sometimes especially when) I disagree with them, and that seems to be a trait that has gone by the wayside far too often these days. Sure, I don’t always succeed — I’ll fly off the handle and rant and rave from time to time — but I do make an effort to keep those instances to a minimum.

Unfortunately, it seems that we’re living in a world where differences are all anybody sees anymore: us vs. them, me vs. you, religion vs. science, liberal vs. conservative, democrat vs. republican, urban vs. rural, red vs. blue, etc. Nobody’s actually listening to what anyone else has to say — we’re all so sure that we’re right and everyone else is wrong, too busy banging our shoes on the table to really listen to anyone else.

It’s a pretty sad state of affairs, all told.

Bouncing back a bit, but touching on both of the incidents that started all this rambling, I think the thing that frustrates me the most about the science vs. religion debate — and creationism vs. Darwinism in particular — is that in my mind, there is absolutely nothing that says that the two theories are incompatible. It’s never seemed to me as if it was an either/or equation — coming back to Carl Sagan’s book, and most pointedly the end of it (and if you haven’t read or don’t want to read the book, feel free to watch the movie — it’s one of the single most intelligent science-fiction films I’ve seen in my lifetime), why is it so hard for people to wrap their heads around the concept that it’s entirely possible that both Ellie Arroway and Palmer Joss are “right”?

I’ve always found it interesting that the most commonly known of the two creation stories in Genesis fairly accurately parallels the scientific view of the formation of the universe, our planet, and the life upon it. First space, then stars, then the earth, then oceans, then plants, then fish, then animals, then man. Two different ways of telling the same story — one measured in days and one measured in millennia, but the same story. Of course, this does hinge on the ability to accept the Bible without taking it literally (which is probably another subject for another time, but it’s probably fairly obvious that I don’t subscribe to a literal interpretation of the Bible), which trips up a lot of people.

Meh. I don’t know…and I think I’m starting to run out of steam. As I warned at the beginning of this, probably not the most coherent or well-organized post I’ve ever made here.

Had to get some of this out of my head, though.

Questions? Comments? Words of wisdom? Bring ’em on….

It’s like a violin…

As I was walking up to the Vogue tonight, I stopped for a moment outside of the Comet Tavern to listen to the band. No idea who it was, but they were playing a somewhat celtic-folk-rock sound, complete with fiddle and upright bass. While I was standing there, I overheard another couple standing near me and looking in the window talking.

They appeared to be fairly average middle- or upper-middle-class folks in their mid-20’s, but the guy was trying to explain to his companion the concept of an upright bass. “It’s like a violin, just a lot bigger, and deeper…they use that instead of a bass guitar….”

Now, okay, admittedly, I have a somewhat stronger grounding in music than many people (I come from a long line of musicians and music teachers, everyone in my family plays at least one instrument, I sang in an award-winning children’s choir for ten years while growing up), but I am having real difficulties trying to envision how someone could make it to their mid-20’s and have absolutely no idea what an upright bass is.

Absolutely mind-bogging to me.

iTunesBethel” by Repetto, Marco from the album Sound of Superstition, The Vol. 5 (1997, 7:43).