Friday's Feast!

Appetizer: What is your favorite carnival/amusement park ride?

Ferris Wheel; no question. Merry-Go-Round is a close second. Third would be that thing that spins really fast and drops the bottom out, pinning you to the sides by centrifugal force. My son still remembers vividly the time I took him on THAT one. (Heh.)

Soup: How do you react in uncomfortable social situations?

In the words of Louie Anderson, "Hand me that gun."

Actually, I start watching the other people in that situation. Their body language will tell you a lot about what's going on.

Salad: On a scale of 1-10 with 10 being highest, how much do you enjoy discussing deep, philosophical topics?

Does anyone enjoy discussing deep, philosophical questions unless you're a philosophy professor and paid to do it? The only deep, philosophical question that really means anything is the state of your salvation with God; everything else is pseudo-intellectual nonsense and wastes time.

Main Course: Did you get a flu shot this year? If not, do you plan to?

The last time I got a flu shot was 1987, and I spent a week in the hospital with pneumonia. They damn near intubated me and put me on the respirator. Since I stopped taking the flu shots, I haven't had the flu.

Dessert: Approximately how many hours per week do you spend watching television?

About 4+, but it's things like News Channels, Weather Channel, Discovery, A&E, or the NASA channel. Plus if there's an old rerun of Star Trek on somewhere, I'm there. I haven't watched network TV regularly since the early 90's.

`~JD~~

A Personal Update

I've been working my ass off. Literally.

One of the nurses at the Dialysis Clinic I part-time at had to go home for a funeral last week, so I worked five 12-hour days last week, including Thanksgiving. This should effectively double my paycheck next week, which is a good thing, of course. In addition, my taking the bus is having a positive effect as well. Besides extending my gas tank refill time from 6 days to 9, I have to walk about 1.3 miles from the bus stop. I've lost five pounds in the last two weeks. Plus my diabetes doctor has added a new medication which has not only stabilized my wild blood sugars, but has contributed to the weight loss, I'm sure.

So that's all good.

Julian is off participating in the San Antonio Model United Nations (MUNSA) this week. He's gone from 8am to 11pm three nights this week. It's got me frankly wondering about the wisdom of educators who would keep kids out until almost midnight; but Julian seems to enjoy it, so what do I know? He's continuing his independent study of the violin and doing well with both Chinese and Japanese in school, which always astonishes me. He's a great kid, but he needs a haircut.

Ariane has taken a sabbatical at work for university Hospital. Some of the latent jealousy that her holding down two full-time jobs and doing school has caused problems with co-workers, and some of them have actually been pretty ugly about it. She's still part-timing at another clinic, and doing well after the surgery scare.

And . . . we're going to put in a bid for a house next week. Three bedrooms, three baths, 1700 square feet, and a garage. Needs only a little bit of fixing, but it's a gorgeous floor plan. I'll let you know if it works out.

~~JD~~

In The Spirit Of The Season

My mother's fruitcake recipe. I swear to God; I first found this recipe from my mother.

Fruit Cake Recipe

1 cup water
1 cup sugar
4 large eggs
2 cups dried fruit
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
1 cup brown sugar
lemon juice (to taste)
1/2 pound walnuts
1 bottle whiskey

Sample the whiskey to check for quality. Take a large bowl. Check the whiskey again. To be sure it is the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink. Repeat. Turn on the electric mixer; beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of sugar and beat again.

Make sure the whiskey is still okay. Cry another tup. Turn off the mixer. Who the hell left the mixer on? Break two leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit. Mix on the turner. If the dried frewt gets stuck in the beaterers pry it loose with a drewscriver.

Sample the whiskey for tonisticity. Next, sift two cups of salt. Or somethin'. Who Cares? Check the whiskey. Now sift the lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one table. Spoon! Of sugar, or somethin'. Whatever you can find.

Grease the oven. Turn the cake tin to 350 degrees. Don’t forgit to beat off the turner. Throw the bowl out the window. Check the whiskey again and go to bed.

Oooh, I'm gonna be sick.

In Response to my Buddy Raven

Whose note can be foundHERE:



"Since you have chosen to elect a man with a timber toe to succeed me, you may all go to hell and I will go to Texas." -- Davy Crockett

What's Wrong With This Picture?

One of the most aggravating thing about living in South Texas is the incredibly banal attitude exhibited sometimes by it's residents, as well as it's public officials. I've heard this referred to as the "manana mindset" -- sort of a "who cares" attitude that's prevalent among some (but by no means all) hispanics.

From today's San Antonio Express-News:

4 Kids Home Alone During House Fire

Sun Nov 25, 11:16 AM ET

Four kids were home alone when fire ripped through their South Side home Saturday. Firefighters at the scene said it appears the family was using the stove to heat up their home in the 200 block of Pleasanton Street when something went wrong.

Four children between the ages of 9 and 14 were home at the time of the fire, but all of them made it out OK, and for the most part, uninjured. However, a 9-year-old boy was taken to a hospital for observation.

San Antonio District Fire Chief Neal Giles said said the fire could have been prevented. "It always seems like (there's) a trend every year that when it starts cooling off, people (with) open-flame heaters forget about them, put something too close to it or on top of it," he said. "Just be real cautions. We don't want anymore problems. People being burned out of their house right before the holidays."

The fire caused about $20,000 in damage to the house itself and another $5,000 in losses to the contents inside, firefighters said.

Okay, here are my question:

1.) Where were the parents of these kids?

2.) Why wasn't CPS called to take custody of these kids?

3.) Why weren't the parents arrested for endangering their kids like this?

4.) And all the SAFD can say is, "Just be real cautions. We don't want anymore problems."?????

So who had the bigger manana mindset -- the cops, the firefighters, or the parents?

~~JD~~

Happy Thanksgiving

I heard the announcer on the radio refer to today, the day before Thanksgiving, as "Thanksgiving Eve." When did we get to this place, where we've accorded an almost religious significance to an American cultural holiday?

When I was a child in school, we got Thanksgiving and the Friday thereafter off. Today my son gets the entire week off, while my wife gets only the two days off from University of Texas. Obviously it's not a commonplace phenomena; but it's taking hold in some places. And, of course, in my chosen profession of nursing, it's almost an irrelevancy for most health care workers. I'm working tomorrow, but Ariane isn't because it's her regular day off. I'm covering for someone attending a funeral. The motivation for me to work is time-and-a-half pay, which is a very powerful motivator. I've worked probably half of the Thanksgivings my professional career -- and most of the Christmases.

This is not a complaint. I'm actually Thankful for the work, and for having a steady job. The first Thanksgiving was all about being Thankful to God that they'd made it across the ocean and survived the horrific winter of 1620, as well as rickets, scurvy, and god knows what other diseases.

So, what are you Thankful for?

I'm thankful I have two good-paying jobs, and more work than I can handle. I'm thankful I'm continuing to lose weight, and that my diabetes is under control. I'm thankful for a far better wife than I could ever hope to fall in love with, and a son who is even now cooking Thanksgiving Dinner in the kitchen -- in between studying Chinese, Japanese, or violin. I'm thankful for our new kittens, the dog, and for the Grace of God. I'm thankful for the house we're going to bid on next week when the legalities are taken care of. I'm thankful for two working cars in good condition with good mileage.

I'm thankful I live in beautiful south Texas where it's 65 degrees right now and balmy. Every view is scenic; every person is friendly; and there is work out the ying-yang for somebody not afraid to get tired.

And I'm thankful you're reading this. Leave a comment what you're thankful for.

~~JD~~

Vignettes From The Bus

I rode the bus home from work yesterday. I loved it.

In San Antonio we have the VIA Bus System which is reliable, clean, and goes everywhere for a buck. The first transfer is free; the second is 15 cents. I catch the Red Route (which is a touristy little streetcar-looking line for the tourists, mostly) to the Blanco line, which drops me literally at my own doorstep. Forty-five minutes start to finish, and I'm home. On days Ariane and I work together she takes the car home at 2pm for her Nursing classes, and I catch the bus. She always offers to pick me up, but it would cost $5.00 in gas (if not more) to make that round trip to the clinic downtown to get me, and an hour for the round trip.

Why bother? I'm saving her an hour and four dollars in the process. It's sure to get even more economical as gas prices go up.

* * * * * * * *

And while the wheels on the bus go round and round, the people on the bus go up and down the aisles, finding seats, changing seats, entering and exiting the bus. The bus fills up downtown and we ride in an artificial silence; these strangers brought together by the wonders of modern mass transit. There are some regulars who recognize and nod to each other, and one pair of old friends who greet each other warmly. But mostly we run the gamut from elderly retirees to punk-hairdoed teens to Mexican Mafia enforcers to strange schizophrenics living in their own worlds that have briefly decided to visit ours to use the bus.

Many of the strangers eye each other uneasily, afraid to make eye contact. One father with an armful of gang tattoos cradles his little girl to his chest tenderly and shepherds his toddlers onto and off the bus like a mother hen. A waitress in a uniform from a restaurant on the other side of town plunks wearily in the seat in front of me and dozes off, but wakes just in time to make her stop, as if on cue from an unseen alarm clock. A mentally disturbed woman wraps a shawl around her face, Muslim-like, peering at the other passengers with deer eyes. We have secrets she cannot fathom, and they terrify her. She scrutinizes the bus schedules to learn their coded secrets, and takes one of each with her for further study. When she left the bus she walked down the steps half-turned-sideways, watching to see if anyone followed her. No one did.

Last night was a rare treat, as we all were entertained by the militant foul-mouthed lesbian from Amarillo. At first I mistook her for an obese teenaged boy with her short hair, flannel shirt, and khaki pants. She started dialing the cellphone as soon as she sat down, which apparently had a poor connection as she had to shout everything (although from the rock and roll T-shirt she was wearing, it could have just been hearing damage on her part.)

She regaled us with several stories during three separate phone calls while she tried to get companionship for the night. Nothing was her fault, and she didn't have money to pay these people back, and could she borrow $600.00 from another, and she'd have the $200.00 to pay back the third soon. She wasn't the one who had made those charges on another's credit card (she had been in jail in Amarillo at the time), and it wasn't her fault that Joseph got fired for her showing up at his workplace drunk (she had done 20 days for Public Intoxication in San Antonio that time -- so that canceled it out, right?). Somebody had stolen her social security check from her mailbox while she was in jail a third time, so she honestly couldn't be expected to pay the utilities on her apartment,could she? And when she had been evicted last week, they had her checkbook in the apartment, so how could she pay her back rent?

One of her best features was her colorful vocabulary (mostly blue, with interesting shades of the green-eyed monster as well.) Every third sentences was "f***king this" and "f***king that" and "what an a**hole that guy was." She got off the bus dejectedly after being hung up on by the last person she called, unable to borrow any money or find companionship for the night. I almost felt sorry for her, but the man sitting next to me watched her get off the bus, then turned towards me. "How many times did she say she was in jail?

"I counted seven," I told him.

The lady in front of us barely turned her head to the side, glancing sideways at the two of us behind her. "Eight," she said. The man across the aisle nodded his head in agreement.

We all smiled and chuckled. "You make the bed you lie in," concluded my seat mate.

Brought together by a common shared experience, we were no longer strangers. We nodded to each other as we got off the bus, and smiled all the way home.

~~JD~~

Friday's Feast!

Appetizer: What was your first “real” job?

I was a bag boy at Costas Foods in Valparaiso Indiana my senior Year of high School, but I quit as soon as it started snowing. It was just too hard to get the carts in the ice and snow, and I worked until 11pm.

Soup: Where would you go if you wanted to spark your creativity?



There is much wisdom in these videos, grasshopper . . . listen to the refrain for your answer. Disco grooves, baby.

Salad: Complete this sentence: I am embarrassed when…


I am embarrassed when I find myself naked in church when my pants catch fire.
I am embarrassed when there is no blood in my refrigerator and Dracula comes to visit.
I am embarrassed when my cats attack the mailman.
I am embarrassed when I watch "That 70's Show" -- it's so stupid.
I am embarrassed when communist insurgents eat all the peanut butter in the house.

Main Course: What values did your parents instill in you?

Nothing whatsoever. Mostly everything I learned from my parents were negatives so I wouldn't be like them. Don't whine. Don't procrastinate. Don't sleep around. Don't make excuses. Don't be married nine times. True story.

No, honestly, I can't think of a thing.

Dessert: Name 3 fads from your teenage years.

Just three? Gosh. let's see: Bell bottoms, paisley prints, and Arthur Fonzarelli. You get to guess the decade. But just to make it interesting, all of my answers to the previous questions also answer this question in some way.

As Fonzie says, "Make like Charlie Chan and Be a detective. Woah!"

~~JD~~

Peaceful Pastorale or Pathetic Ploy for Pay?

This article kills me. From today's Gary Post-Tribune comes the sad, tearful tale of folks in peaceful, quiet Chesterton Indiana who are afraid their pastoral, peaceful existence will be shattered by the intrusion of an evil Wal-Mart.

Even though they live between two major interstate highways.

Wal-Mart Has New Foes
November 16, 2007; By Jane Huh Post-Tribune staff writer

A group of Chesterton residents began to form a network to derail a commercial development plan that may be anchored by Wal-Mart.

At Thursday's Advisory Plan Commission meeting, engineer Jeff Ban, of DVG Inc., presented a conceptual plan to develop a 50-acre site on the southeast corner of the Indiana Toll Road and Indiana 49. "We're here not to push a project on you but to listen to you," Ban told the members.

I-80 Partners LLC is proposing to develop a 293,700 square feet space into a "retail office campus," that would be pedestrian-oriented, include greenery and quality architecture, said Ban, who said the planning has been going on for the past 10 months.

Ban said discussions are ongoing with Wal-Mart representatives. At this point, however, the developers intend to begin a traffic study, Ban said.

However, residents who showed attended the meeting began to raise concerns. "We've got a city sprawl ... that's what's going on," a man yelled. Town leaders likely will face pressure from residents when it comes to developing that area. Back in April 2006, the Town Council rejected a developer's efforts to create a retail shopping center that would have been anchored by Target and Kohl's. Duneland First, a group of residents and small business owners, had formed to oppose the proposal.

Pat Seguin, 45, moved to County Road 900N less than two months ago from the Chicago suburbs. He said, "I came here to get away from this stuff." Seguin said. "I would not have bought that house if I had known that a Wal-Mart was going to be two blocks from me."

"Did you realistically think that with the Toll Road and with 94 and 49, that this land was not going to be developed?" commission member Frank Sessa later asked the audience.

Indeed. Prime parcels positioned between an isthmus of land bordered by two major interstates -- and they want "peace and quiet." Then why did you move next to the Interstate, idiot?

I think it's more likely they want prime money for their land.

~~JD~~

Saturday Afternoon Hospital

Across the street from where I work; as the South Texas sun highlights Santa Rose Hospital.

~~JD~~

Friday's Feast!

Appetizer: Which snack do you like to get when you go to the movies?

Raisinets. Popcorn is too much carb for my diabetes, but I love it anyway -- maybe once a year.

Soup: What year did you start using the internet?

1997, as the bookmark for my Drudge Report will proudly attest.

Salad: What is your first name in Pig Latin? (Here’s how to speak it if you don’t already know!)

And "How" would I pronounce my name online -- in a "written method" ???

My name is French is Jean -- in German is Johan -- in Hebrew is Yohannon.

Main Course: Name something you are picky about.

HAH! Just one thing? Fergeddaboudit -- I'm picky about everything.

Dessert: Fill in the blanks: I ____ ____ yesterday and I ____ ____ today.

I danced for my patients yesterday and I fell down today.
I rented an apartment yesterday and I tried to buy a house today.
I worked like a dog 16 hours yesterday and I am doing it again today.
I organized my workspace yesterday and I am bored to tears today.
I slept like a log yesterday and I need more sleep today.

~~JD~~

Friday's Feast!

Appetizer: How much money do you plan to spend this upcoming holiday season?

About $400.00. I'm almost done with my holiday shopping, though.

Soup: What was the last television show you watched, and was it good?

That's easy -- I watch so little TV, it has to be good or I don't watch it. We're buying a house, so I watch Flip This House on A&E all the time. Plus I watch the NASA TV Channel all the time. I just watched a show on Discovery about going to mars; and Finding Nemo is on right now. not a stinker in the bunch.

Salad: If you had to paint the walls of your living room tomorrow, what color would you choose?

If we get this house, I will have to paint the walls of my living room tomorrow. We're thinking about a soft beige or khaki -- maybe a robin's egge blue, depending on the furniture.

Main Course: Name something clever or practical you have thought of that should be invented, but hasn’t yet.

Actually, I've already blogged about this HERE about four months ago. Why in the world Wal-Mart doesn't sell E-85 gasoline/alcohol mix and then also sell conversions to use the fuel in their auto sections is beyond me. They'd have a ready-made customer base and be able to say they're saving their customers money while decreasing oil usage 85%.

Shame they don't do it.

Dessert: List 3 things you would like to receive as gifts this upcoming holiday season.

Soloflex.

Stationary biciycle.

Motorcycle. Not too big; a 500 cc or so would be fine.

~~JD~~

Time Out

I'm having a very difficult time lately, as I've blogged about before. To say it's been a bad year would be a massive understatement. Plus I'm working 8-1/2 to 14 hour days six days a week.

So I took a few days off to re-think things -- toalk to some people, re-imagine how things should be; what I want to do; what goals I should be aiming for . . . that sort of thing. Get pro-active instead of reactive.

So, I'm back, and it may be a while before I get fully back up to speed, but I'll post what I can when I can. I appreciate your patience.

~~JD~~

Man, That's SOME Pitcher's Mound!

After 100+ years, the Chicago Cubs decide to get with the 20th Century and are installing a new field at Wrigley.

Thankfully, though, it's still natural sod -- no Astroturf, Thank You.




At upper right you can see the old sod piled for disposal as the old dirt is loaded into dump trucks. A new drainage system and all-new dirt and sod will be laid down in the next few weeks to give the surface maximum growing time over the fall rains and spring. Note also the "Hey Hey" Banner (reversed) at left -- a tribute to former announcer Jack Brickhouse.

Makes me wanna go see a ball game at Wrigley again. Might have to do that next year.

~~JD~~

Friday's Feast!

Appetizer: Name a great website you would recommend to others.

Hmmm . . . let's see.

For news, The Drudge Report is the original and still the best.

For Space Geekiness, it's Space.Com -- lots of good space flight and astronomy stuff.

For ComicBooks, it's Comic Book Resources, an excellent series of columns and references.

For Commentary, Captain's Quarters is informed, thoughtful commentary. For a bit of caterwauling and the occasional bomb-throwing, And Rightly So! is a hoot!

And for sheer fun, Atom Smasher's Road Sign Generator is a lot of fun. make your own road signs for your blog or e-mails.

Soup: On a scale of 1-10 (with 10 as highest), how often do you dream at night?

"1" -- Rarely, if ever. Since I figured out how to interactively dream and change the outcome of my dreams while I'm still asleep, I don't remember any of them lately.

Salad: Did you have a pet as a child? If so, what kind and what was its name?

My family had cats and dogs as long as I can remember. My first dog was a beagle, "Lucky Lou." My favorite cat was named 'Chipper" because of his chipmunk like markings.

Main Course: If you had the chance to star in a commercial, what would you choose to advertise?

Actually, I've had the chance to star in commercials for my business (when I had a limousine company.) It was radio, but you'd be surprised how many people listen to radio and recognize your voice.

Dessert What is your favorite kind of hard candy?


Starlight Mints are the ONLY kind of hard candy I'll eat. They hold a lot of fond memories of Christmases Past for me.

Friday's Feast!

Appetizer: If you were a dog, what breed would you be, and why?

Well. let's see -- I'm 6'3", and 300 pounds, and tend to dominate any room I walk into -- I'd probably be a Great Dane.

Soup: What does the color purple make you think of?

Oprah Winfrey and Danny Glover -- I didn't care for the movie, though.

Salad: Approximately how long does it take you to get ready each morning?

This morning was pretty typical. I have to test my blood sugar, make the bed, shave my head, shower, and get dressed -- 25 minutes not counting toilet time.

Main Course: How many cousins do you have, and are you close to them?


For First Cousins, let's see; four Gertsmeier cousins, two Shurrs, and two Miller cousins -- that's eight. Second Cousins -- I've lost count -- roughly fifteen. Neices and nephews -- seven. I'd say about half of these I'm closer to than my own sisters, and the other half about as close as my sisters.

Dessert: Take your initials (first, middle, last) and come up with something else those letters could stand for. (Example: SFO = Sweet Funny Otter)

I've never understood the amusement of making fun of someone's name. I suppose that comes from growing up the funny looking kid that always got teased.

How depressing!

~~JD~~

Nursings's "Dirty" Little Secret, Part II

From today's Vidette Times, although I've seen this tory literally EVERYWHERE the last two days as well:

Deadly infection is real, but is it a cause for panic?
Thursday, October 18, 2007 2:10 AM CDT

BY HEATHER AUGUSTYN: Times Correspondent

In 2005, nearly 19,000 Americans died of invasive infections caused by a drug-resistant bacteria, according to a study released in the Journal of the American Medical Association. Even more alarming is that this bacterial infection, known as methicillin-resistant staphylococcus aureus (MRSA), caused more deaths than AIDS.

But local doctors and public health officials say that this study may be misleading. MRSA infection rates may be on the rise, but deaths are not. "I do not find an epidemic of death," said Dr. Daniel Smith, director of infection prevention for the Munster Community Hospitals. "MRSA is usually never the cause of death. It's misleading. Death could be from diabetes or anything else. Can MRSA cause death? Yes. Have I seen it in the 25 years I've been here? Not in the last three, four, five years. People have died who have also had MRSA."

Smith says the difference in this strain is the way in which it spreads. "We've had MRSA here for a while and I don't think it's any more resistant than it has been. It's been this way for 15 years, but this strain releases a toxin that causes more skin abscesses. We have seen MRSA cases double or quadruple over the past three years in the community, and so we're seeing an increase in MRSA patients," Smith said.

As a result, Smith says his staff has implemented methods to decrease the spread of MRSA and all infectious diseases. "We place the patient in isolation so the infection is not spread from one person to another, and we emphasize hand washing -- not just with soap and water but with an alcohol gel that kills 99.99 percent of all germs, including MRSA," Smith said.

If this sounds the least bit familiar, it's because I blogged about this six weeks ago HERE. The decrease of hand washing in Nursing is spreading this little bug everywhere in hospitals. The decline in kids showering after gym class is spreading the bug likewise in gym classes and subsequently through schools.

An interesting point I've noticed in this story; I've heard this reported variously that either MRSA "kills more people every year than AIDS" as reported above, but several more liberal news organs (like the San Antonio Express-News) report that MRSA is only "approaching the levels of deaths by AIDS."

Hmmmmmm. Protecting a constituency, are we?

Anyway, the bottom line: Soap - And - Freakin' - Water. Kills the bugs every time -- no bacteria is immune to them, or virus, for that matter. Just wash your hands, nurses -- and for God's Sake, take a shower, kids!

~~JD~~

"The Ratchet Line"

One of the nurses I was working with last week coined this phrase -- and I love it. We were talking about the point where a nurse can give a patient care and the point where a patient can refuse -- even though that action will harm or even kill the patient. Refusing dialysis; being noncompliant with their medications; continuing to drink with cirrhosis of the liver; and other equally dangerous practices are frustrating for nurses as we watch the patient literally kill themselves. Yet when the nurse insists or attempt to "do what's best for the patient," they can face assault charges.

The other nurse called this "crossing the Ratchet Line," which means they've "crossed the line between being a good nurse -- and becoming Nurse Ratchett, the fascist witch from hell.

"The Ratchet Line." I like it.

~~JD~~

Diabetes As Cultural Darwinism?

This article appeared in the Los Angeles Times the end of August, and was reprinted in the San Antonio Express News the next week. The author, Greg Critser, has written two books, "Fat Land: How Americans Became the Fattest People in the World" and the soon to be published "Eternity Soup: Inside the Quest to End Aging."

I've been chewing this over for about a month trying to figure out what to think about this guy's conclusions. I think he has made a very concise and cogent analysis of the threat of Diabetes, but completely misses the mark with his conclusions. To Summarize the article:

(Begin Paraphrase)

"Diabetes -- Darwinism In Our Time"

Cases of Type 2 Diabetes, the "cryptic epidemic," are rising; and now are estimated to affect 7% of California's population (although some put the figure closer to 10%.)
Pre-diabetes -- a risky level of sugar and inflammatory agents in the blood, is approaching 20% of the population. One UCLA professor this summer called these numbers "the tip of the iceberg."

When a condition that leads to disability and premature death affects up to 20% of the population, is it evolution in our own time? Critser relates Darwin's tale of the short-beaked finch, the one that couldn't crack the best nuts on the Galapagos Islands and died out. He believes that Type 2 diabetes marks the genes and challenged pancreas can't keep pace with today's "calorically unbalanced world," where sugary, fatty foods are abundant and our jobs pay us to be sedentary.

In Western Europe during the post-Renaissance period crop yields exploded, personal fortunes grew and famine became less frequent. This time also produced the first literature of public and occupational health, with an emphasis on hygiene, self-control and actual diagnosis by physicians. The growing population began
displaying widespread symptoms we now recognize as diabetic:

** unquenchable thirst
** numbness and pain in the extremities (often mis-diagnosed as gout or arthritis)
** blindness (Johan Sebastian Bach, a diabetic, died after two eye operations)

Critser believes simple steps can help fight the disease. Humans have invented relatively inexpensive tools to mitigate the ravages of diabetes:

** The handheld inexpensive glucose meter, which came into circulation in 1965

** The concept of "diabesity" -- the connection between sugary foods, obesity and diabetes -- which originated at Childrens Hospital Los Angeles through the pioneering work of Dr. Fran Kaufman.

** The pedometer is cheap and easy to understand, and it serves an important psychological role as a prompt toward exercise.

California health officials, who are on the front lines of the diabesity fight, are pressing for a smarter, earlier and more sustained focus on glucose control. Critser suggests teaching every California ninth-grader how to use a glucose meter, and use the state's "vast purchasing power" to make the devices nearly free for every family. Also show every California fifth-grader how and why to use a pedometer -- and then give them one. He also wants to include simple, glucose-control educational information in any application process for immigrants. Finally, he wants to appoint and fund a state diabetes czar.

(End Paraphrase)

Well, it doesn't take long to figure out this guy's a leftist. He bleives in evolution; he embraces the concept; and he thinks government should solve all our problems through it's "vast purchasing power." Right up to that point I was pretty much agreeing with him.

I agree he has a point about the "sugary" (i.e., carbohydrate laden) diet we westerners consume. Asians eat much more fish and vegetables than Westerners do, and have correspondingly lower rates of diabetes, not to mention less heart disease, high blood pressure, and strokes.

Plus the problem with buying everyone a pedometer is that these things cost money -- about $5.00 each. With the population of California nearing 36 million people, that's approximately $180 million just for the pedometers. Now imagine glucometers at about $75.00 each -- that's $2.7 BILLION dollars just for glucometers -- almost $2.9 BILLION with the pedometers, too -- not counting the cost for the glucose-control educational information in any application process for immigrants.

Actually, I like the idea of the glucose-control educational information in any application process for immigrants; but let's take it a step further. I personally didn't know jack about nutrition until I became diabetic, even though I've been a nurse for almost 27 years. I think it's fair to say most people don't, either. So why not just make it mandatory to put Nutrition into the curriculum of all Elementary, Middle, and High Schools?

I don't think giving out the pedometers is a bad idea either; in fact, make it part of the homework for students to bring in their pedometers with greater than 10,000 steps per day -- and more will count as extra credit. Get them in th habit ot walking as exercise -- and give classes on how simple exercise (20 minutes a day, three times a week) can control blood sugar and reduce weight.

And I don't think making diabetes supplies free to diabetics without health insuarnace is a bad idea, either. (Blame my youth as a liberal.)

~~JD~~

Another Reason I Miss Chicago Sometimes . . .

From Today's Chicago Tribune, with video, too!

Reading, Writing, Recruiting?
Debate Rages as Nity's Newest Facility is Dedicated

By Stephanie Banchero and Carlos Sadovi | Tribune staff reporters -- October 15, 2007

Chicago Public Schools, which already has the largest junior military reserve program in the nation, on Monday will commission the country's first public high school run by the U.S. Marines, much to the chagrin of activists who have fought to keep the armed services out of city schools.

The dedication of the Marine Military Academy on the Near West Side comes a few days after Chicago officials announced plans to open an Air Force academy high school in 2009. If that happens, Chicago will become the only public school district in the nation to have academies dedicated to the Army, Navy, Air Force and Marines.

District officials say the military-themed schools give students more choices and provide an opportunity to enroll in schools that provide structure, discipline and a focus on leadership. They say the schools emphasize academics, not recruitment. "We have to think outside the box, and what existed before simply did not work for far too many students," said Chicago Public Schools Chief Arne Duncan. "These schools are popular and have waiting lists, so that tells me parents want more of them."

But critics argue the military academies and other district Junior ROTC programs unfairly target poor and minority teenagers for military service. "We're already the most militarized school system in the nation, and the [district] officials just keep opening more programs, as if they have no problem being a recruitment tool for the military," said Brian Roa, a member of the National Network Opposing Militarization of Youth and a science teacher at Senn High School on the North Side. Senn shares a building with Rickover Naval Academy. "Chicago Public Schools should be in the business of educating children, not finding ways to indoctrinate them into the military."

The Chicago Public Schools Website lists 34 Army JROTC programs, 4 navy JROTC programs, 2 Marine, and 1 Air Force JROTC programs -- plus the three (as of today) Military academies. As of next year, there will be military academy public schools for each branch of service (Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines) in the Chicago Public School. The video notes that the Rickover Naval Academy was ranked #5 in the city in Parent Satisfaction; and that includes the Charter Schools and Advanced Prep Schools.

Good for them. Mayor Daley may get a wild hare up his butt ever now and then (like his support for suing gun shop owners), but the man genuinely cares about his city, and thinks outside the box.

~~JD~~