Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Wednesday morning random

* I think this is allergies/sinus rather than a cold. With a cold, when I try to sleep, it gets progressively worse overnight until I wake up because I'm so congested I can't breathe properly. With this, in the middle of the night, my sinuses wake me up and go, "Uh, we've been hanging on to a bunch of stuff? And we want to get rid of it, like, NOW?" and I have to get up and blow my nose a lot. ("Better out than in, I always say.")

* The onslaught of Christmas catalogs is slowly beginning. I got two in the past 10 days from Victorian Trading Company. I love the products they sell, I love looking at the catalogs, but sometimes their descriptions are way too precious or even outright wrong. But sometimes they make me laugh. Like this one. Here's the relevant sentence: "A number of years ago we aligned ourselves with an avid naturist who meticulously retrieves intricate web and preserves them under glass"

Yes. Naturist. (NB: very small photo of naked people - it's a wikipedia page). And yes, I know, there is the alternate definition of the term that means "naturalist," but if they MEAN "naturalist," they should say it.  I daresay a lot of us, when we hear "naturist," we think of what that wikipedia page is about, first. If I am talking about someone who studies nature, I always say "naturalist."

(I wouldn't be around spiders naked on a bet. I'm not an arachnophobe but if I'm about to get in the shower and I see one in the tub, it has to go before I will get in)

* Also, the holiday-buying season must be starting up, I saw the first "Wait, what?" perfume ad since last December. (Lots of perfume ads are like that, I've noticed, like they're trying to be little Buñuel movies or something. Does that imply luxury? That no one can make sense of the images in your ad?)

 * They still haven't caught the escaped prisoner. They did arrest a former girlfriend of his and her daughter, because they were apparently "aiding and abetting." I still walk fast from my car to the building here (it is dark when I come in) and only feel better after I'm in the building with the door locked behind me. I don't KNOW that the guy would take a hostage or anything, but apparently he's facing life in prison, so he might do really stupid stuff out of desperation. I hope they catch him soon. 

* Apparently air-purifier season ends in October. Or so the Lowe's thinks so. My one here on campus needs a filter change, so I ran out there SPECIAL after piano last night - I had seen boxes of the filters on the shelf the last time I was there just a couple weeks ago. Nope, nothing. Everything replaced with humidifiers. (Humidifiers? It's like a dewpoint of 68 this morning. The last thing we need is more humid). I asked a guy and he essentially shrugged and said, "We have them on the website, I think." Yeah? So does Amazon, and I have their free two-day shipping, so....

Sometimes it annoys me living in a fairly small town. There's really nowhere else in town that would have this (Walmart doesn't). Lowe's disappoints me from time to time - they don't carry the size of furnace filters I need, but the Walmart does. (Which reminds me, next time I'm out there, I need to stock up). 

At least I was able to get the "pre filter," which is what needs to be changed more often. And I got some birdseed in case we ever get cooler weather - the birds have begun hanging around in the shrubs in front of my house, so it's probably time to start filling the feeder again.

* It's supposed to be 87 here on Saturday. I disapprove of this.  

* At least someone came over and fixed the heat in the room where I teach at 9 am and it is no longer DEATH HOT in there. It's actually a little chilly, but I can tolerate that far better. I guess they actually listened to my complaint of  "I cannot teach in a room that is that hot." 

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

I can't tell...

I can't tell for sure, but it's possible the sinus issues I had last week were the stealthy start of an atypical cold. Yesterday, my nose ran like a faucet - I went down to the ladies' loo and appropriated what was left of one of the big rolls of tp and now have it in my office. And I have a scratchy throat, which could suggest cold (or could be a side effect of the steroid nasal spray, or could be post-nasal drip).

The good news in all of this? My teeth feel a lot better and the feeling of doom about that one front tooth that has a "calcified channel" is going away. (Also good news: apparently that tooth is NOT dead, based on the amount of pain it gave me in the past week)


I am going to do something scary in a couple of weeks. A Krav Maga (a form of self-defense, sort of like martial arts but not) trainer is coming to campus and doing a workshop. And I figured, heck, given the stuff that can go on on a campus, it's probably worth knowing the right way to drop someone who comes at you and also some possible techniques for someone who has come on campus with a gun. (Yes, I know. But if someone walks into a classroom bent on shooting people including me, I'd rather go down fighting than just get slaughtered. And we're a fair piece from Campus Police, so the "good guys with guns" wouldn't get here too fast)

Well, I got the instructions last night. I am to buy a mouthguard (eeep). And they want to know about medical conditions. And I am to bring a gallon of water, and "an extra shirt for the drive home might be a good idea." This sounds very physical and I hope I'm up for it. I did e-mail the guy back, emphasizing my age (maybe they meant this for students?) and the fact that I have high blood pressure and somewhat dodgy teeth and some arthritis issues. And he e-mailed me back, all very reassuring, but it will still be kind of scary.

I do work out, and I can do stuff like lift and carry fifty-pound bags of sand, and I can pull myself up onto my roof using mostly the strength in my shoulders and chest, so maybe I'm okay. (He said the oldest student was 67, so at least I won't be the oldest).

And anyway - there's some dude accused of murder who escaped from the (sadly fairly porous, it seems) county jail, and they think he's still in the area (Apparently, they suspect a friend or relative is helping him). And while I probably couldn't drop HIM without my having a weapon (he's almost a foot taller than I am and leaner), still, knowing self-defense might make me less worried about that stuff because I know what I could do. And apparently the training contains aspects of learning situational awareness and avoiding bad situations as much as being able to fight your way out of one.

(Actually, I suspect my situational awareness is pretty good, or at least good compared to many today - I don't walk and text, which just seems incredibly foolhardy to me. And I had all that training back in the day as a college student about "look around yourself when you're walking alone; if something feels hinky it probably is so get to a place where there are other people you can trust, don't feel bad about turning around and loudly confronting someone you think is following you, etc." I've never had to DO any of that other than the looking-around part (and, okay, there's been a time or two when I detoured into a store or campus building when something felt hinky) and I tend to walk fast and with my head up. But still.)

Monday, October 20, 2014

"Bullied" geeky kid

I ran across this article: Six lessons I learned from being bullied as a geeky kid. (NB: Some harsh language)

While I don't necessarily claim any more to have been TRULY bullied (what I experienced does not seem to have been as bad as what I hear about today in cases of bullying; I think I was more neglected by my peers except when they happened to light on me as someone they could make cry easily), still, there are some things I agree with (and some I disagree with) in the article.

And the author left out what I think, personally, was the biggest most important lesson for me. But I'll put that at the end.

Here are the six things the author listed, with my comments:

1. Ignore Insults and Keep Going

I'm still not so good at this one. I mean, I can keep going, but an insult - or these days, it's more likely an attack on my competence from someone who really doesn't have the right to question it - breaks my stride. And I do tend to obsess about awful things that people say. Having a higher-up accuse me of not knowing my job threw me into a funk for a week, even though a colleague sat me down and said, "You KNOW this person. You KNOW that that is how they operate. You KNOW that what they are saying is so untrue it's laughable." 

2. Everybody Is Probably Laughing at You, But It's Not Really A Big Deal

Actually, what adulthood has taught me? Everyone is probably NOT laughing at you; they are probably laughing about something stupid a friend of theirs did, or a cat video they saw on the internet, or something said on a late-night comedy show. "What do most people think of you?" "They don't."

That doesn't mean that when I'm feeling insecure or anxious, I don't look at the people giggling over something in class and wonder if I have a button open somewhere, or if I said something that seemed innocent to me but has taken on a Whole New Meaning thanks to Urban Dictionary.

(A story: a colleague, years ago, asked me, "Do you know of any other meaning of the term 'shot his wad'?" I said no - I knew it as a shooting term, from the days when you had to use packing in the barrel of the gun. Or perhaps as a gambling term, where the 'wad' in question was cash. Well, it turns out the "new" meaning of the phrase has to do with ejaculation. The really funny thing? The colleague was using it in the context of reproductive allocation in annual plants, where they channel all their resources into flowering and making seed, and therefore, do not live past seed maturation....)

But most of the time, no, people are not really laughing at you. And if they are, that's really pretty insensitive of them.

3. There Is Nothing More Important than Friendship

Yeah, yeah, yeah. My Little Ponies and all. I just don't have that many in-person friends, at least not friends I feel comfortable calling up and asking to come over and "spot" me when I go up on the ladder (see previous post). I admit I do miss having a few close in-person friends, ideally close to my own age and with similar interests. But I'm at that stage of life where MOST people my age are very involved with raising children and I can understand that. So I have my rare get-togethers with Ravelry friends, or I do stuff like eat lunch after church with some of the retired ladies. 

4. Fantasies Are More Powerful Than Pain

I would argue that retreating into a fantasy world is not always necessarily healthy, but that's where my head was a LOT of the time in junior high school. I made up elaborate stories, I had ongoing worlds with characters that I could visit.

I've gotten less good at this as time has worn on. However, some of my other hobbies, like knitting, quilting, and reading, play that role now. I find when I'm really extra-special upset or worried, a good, concentration-requiring novel helps me forget what I'm  worrying about for a while. And there have been times when I felt especially wounded by the world where going into my sewing room (which, being at the back of the house, also feels psychologically like more of a sanctum - I am the only one who ever goes there, it can't be seen from the street - so if someone drives past my house in the evening and I have the other lights off and just the one in my sewing room on, they don't know I'm home. It feels like a place I can hide. And also, when I am sewing, I am competent. I know what I'm doing. I trust my materials and I can make good things.

5. Always Distrust Popularity   

No quibbles here. I'm immediately suspicious of the person who seems "too" popular. Though that's more from my later experience; the one person I knew that I would attribute sociopathic tendencies to was someone who was very popular and very good at "working a room." The whole "Be a rockstar!" thing gets my hackles up very easily. Why do we need to be rockstars? The world doesn't need more rockstars; it needs more decent human beings.

And I will admit some bafflement when something I happen to like becomes popular - because so much of the stuff I've cared about down through the years was nixed as decidedly "uncool" by the popular kids at school.

6. Give Up On Revenge 

I don't know that I ever had traditional revenge fantasies as a kid. I certainly never daydreamed about my enemies being hurt physically, and especially not my doing it. My fantasies were more along the lines of something happening and them realizing how WRONG they had been to shun me, and that they either stopped teasing me or even, outright, courted my friendship (though, given #5 above, I might have reacted badly to that - and I did have an instance, once, of someone pretending to be my friend for a while so they could get me to confide stuff to them they could later use against me). Or that I'd do something really "great" (Like winning the spelling bee, though now, I realize that wouldn't have cut any ice with the kids who teased me) and gain respect that way.

One thing I learned as an adult: the only person whose behavior you control is your own. And you can rise above all the mire that small-minded people generate by being a moral and good person, by being kind to people, by sticking by your own values and being true to yourself.

And I'd add a #7:

7. Being bullied taught me to be a more compassionate person

There's nothing like being on the wrong end of teasing to teach you how much it hurts. (And yet, I didn't always live that as a kid: I remember picking on a kid even lower in the pecking order than I was, and to this day, that's one of the things I regret most, that I didn't reach out to her and be her friend).

But as an adult, one thing   I have learned is that even some difficult people tend to open up and/or calm down if you show them a little compassion. Not all of them, but some. And I've learned that in the long run, being honest but kind with people gets you farther than being abrasive can. And it feels like an easier path in the world, to try to look at people with something like understanding than it is to look at them as obstacles or something that makes you angry. And of course, I strongly believe in the call to "love our neighbors as ourselves," even though those neighbors sometimes make themselves blasted hard to love.


Sunday, October 19, 2014

Break winds down

I did get some useful stuff done during this break.

First off - I cleared out my sewing room and sorted and bagged up the fabric that was sitting around (in big blanket-storage bags bought for the purpose).

This was, unfortunately, precipitated by the fact that there is a small roof leak that I discovered during our last heavy rainstorm. (Nothing got ruined; the few pieces of water-spotted fabric washed up fine). But I wanted to move everything away from there, and also organize stuff (more or less). So I have a couple different idiosyncratic categories:

- big pieces (larger than 2 yards) and pieces set aside for backings
- traditional florals
- "modern" florals and geometrics
- scraps
- big pieces of solid colors (for sashing, etc.)
- novelty prints

One good thing is I know the fabric is all okay. And it's not in a giant pile. And I got rid of the old dehumidifier box that has sat there for some 10 years with fabric stacked on it. And I found a few pieces that I can put together for future quilts.

The other good thing is that the cleaned-up room will help me get my quilting mojo back - I started back up on the top that's sat in a partially-finished state for months without me touching it:

postage stamp blocks

It's going to eventually be a postage-stamp quilt (sets of 16 of the small squares, and then framed with alternating colors of turquoise and peach).

I also went out and scraped all the old leaves and crud off the roof to look for the leak (and also, in preparation for getting a guy out to do it, as soon as I find someone who comes recommended). Yeah, I went up on the roof, even though I said I'm not doing that any more. The back roof is only about 6 1/2 feet off the ground at its lowest point, so it's easy enough for me to muscle myself up there off the ladder, and the roof is practically flat (which is probably partly why it leaks), so it's safe to walk around up there. (In the end, I wound up getting my snow shovel and using it, because that was the only way to get the decomposed crud). I did spot a couple seams that are almost certainly the source of the leaks, so it may be a simple job for the roof guy - maybe slap some mastic on the seams or something. Again, if I knew better what product would work and how to use, it, I could probably do it. But as with the garbage disposer, I'm probably better off hiring a guy who knows what he's doing.

And yeah, I wore a mask (one of those N-95 ones they recommend for dusty work) to hopefully keep some of the allergens out. At least my teeth are feeling better after a couple days of using the Flonase (or, rather, generic equivalent) and my sinuses have been draining like crazy, which probably means they weren't able to before, and that's why I hurt.

I also did some knitting - more on the first pair of giftsocks (I'm up to the heel) and I also started the second pair. Here are two different views, trying to show the cables:

new giftsock

giftsock 2

The yarn is one of Phydeaux Designs' (the colorway is called Verdigris), and the pattern is Jane Brocket's cabled sock from "The Gentle Art of Knitting." This is a nice pattern because it's not that complicated, and it knits fairly fast, but it looks good, too. 

Friday, October 17, 2014

Friday of break

I had a few goals for today:

1. go over to school and grade the leftover grading
2. Watch "Rainbow Rocks"

Well, #1 was dispatched handily in the morning. However, when I came home and was fixing lunch (and, as part of that, clearing a few things from the refrigerator - tomato sauce, some leftover pumpkin puree - that were past their prime.) Dumped them down the sink, turned on the garbage disposal. It kind of ground a bit and halted. So I sighed, unplugged it, hit the reset button, and tried again.

The thing made a "pop" and a tiny bit of smoke curled out of it (I had the cabinet doors open). There was a smell like burning insulation. I unplugged the thing in a hurry and looked at it with concern - would I need to grab the fire extinguisher? Wait, would my fire extinguisher even WORK on a fire in an electrical motor?

So I called the plumber I use. The receptionist reassured me that if it was unplugged and wasn't actively burning at the moment, it could not start a fire, and also told me the plumber who specialized in this (they are big enough to have plumbers with specialties) would call me back.

And yeah, I know, this is a fix a homeowner can do, but I'd rather pay someone who does this on a regular basis and has it down....because he will do it right and will less frustration than I would have.

Then I thought: Oh, I won't be able to watch Rainbow Rocks. (Yeah, I know: I shouldn't care what a plumber thinks of me, and of course it's also possible he would be a Brony. But I get shy about such things). But he didn't call, so I sat down to watch it. But only with half my attention, waiting on the phone.

(I'm going to watch it when it's on again tomorrow morning. I liked it OK, I think the idea of villains that sow dissent and then feed off the "bad vibes" when people argue is an interesting idea. Though thing of how strong they'd grow on a diet of campaign ads....)

Anyway, he called as the end credits were rolling. Asked what brand of thing I had. I looked at it and all I could see was a sticker labeled BADGER 5 (Badger?!?!) But apparently that's a model, he said, "Yeah, that's the kind we sell, I'll grab one and be over there soon." He quoted me a price of $180 or $185, depending on how things turned out. I said I was okay with that (And I am, as I said, I'd rather pay someone who absolutely knows how to do it instead of my flailing around with it)

I had scrambled around and cleaned the kitchen earlier. Pulled all the junk out from under the sink. Found evidence of a past mouse in one corner, so I kind of freaked out and washed the whole area down with bleach. (Mice can carry some nasty diseases but bleach kills most of them).

I did poke my head back in the kitchen for a last check. And then realized I had all my brassieres still hanging up on the drying rack. I am a prude about those kinds of things, so I grabbed them and took them in my bedroom. (In a normal week, when no one goes in my kitchen but me, I just leave them there, and grab one each morning as I need it)

Anyway, it didn't take him long. He also checked all the pipes under the sink and declared them leak-free, which is good. (Old house with slightly younger plumbing....)

In the end, he charged $175 - he said the removal was easier than anticipated. (I don't know if the removal of the dead unit was easier, or if that was the "homeowner cleared junk out from under sink first" discount). He also hauled off the broken unit for disposal, which was good. (They probably have arrangements with a recycler)

So I was distracted throughout the movie. But I can watch it again tomorrow.

I will also say it raises the interesting question: If there are parallel human and sentient-pony worlds, would that mean there was a pony version of me running around somewhere? And what would she be like? (I actually kind of like the idea of there being parallel universes, where we all exist in each one, but are slightly different in some way. As I said, I've sometimes taken a little odd comfort that perhaps there exists a parallel universe where I'm a wife and mother, or one where I'm some kind of world leader, or one where I'm a greatly loved and respected singer or musician....)

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Visiting Spiro Mounds

It was a good day, and a good day to go do this - it was just beautiful out, sunny, neither too warm nor too chilly. (There are a lot of walking paths at the site, so it was good to be able to get out in good weather).

It's pretty far from me. It took just about three hours (a bit longer going up because I pulled off once or twice to consult the map - yes, I still use paper maps). It's a pretty direct route; up 69/75 to McAlester, over on 31 until it ends, and then up 271. And then there are signs. It's not actually IN Spiro, it's north of it. And it's very near to the Arkansas border. (If I had been in the mood for an overnight trip, I probably could have pressed on afterward to Eureka Springs or somewhere).

Spiro Mounds is the site of an old Caddoan Mississippian city complex - most of the information they have is from the 800 AD to 1450 AD (which is apparently when the site was abandoned) time period, but the museum displayed suggested people might have been living there much farther back in time.

There's a small museum with displays and some artifacts (most of which are recreations, more about that later). There's also a lot of history about the people - how they lived, what they ate, what their religious life was like. There are also the walking paths - there are four different ones. Two of them are paved and pretty accessible, the other two were described as "gravel paths" but are more mowed paths and while they're not a DIFFICULT walk, for some one on crutches or in a wheelchair they probably wouldn't be doable (And that's noted on the trail guide).

The walking trails are interesting and are worth doing. There's a trail guide they loan out, and there are numbered stops along the way that explain different things. There's a re-creation of the type of house the people would have used. It's a pretty sturdy and nice house - baked-clay walls (they would light fires inside and out the unfinished structure to harden the clay) and then the roof is held up by cedar timbers (cedar is pretty impervious to rot) and the roofs were sort of thatched. They had either sleeping platforms, or some houses apparently had evidence of sleeping lofts up under the roof.

One interesting fact: Even though men did all of the ritual type stuff and were the only ones allowed in to the temples for the major religious ceremonies, the women apparently owned the houses and there may have been somewhat of a matrilineal structure to the society.

Both sexes worked. Women did most of the farming and food preparation (they had a re-creation of the "manos" or "metate" that was used for grinding corn and other grains, with an invitation to try it out - the stones are VERY heavy and I daresay you'd have well-toned arms if you did that every day of your life to prepare food). They also gathered some wild plants as food. The men hunted but also did some of the heavy labor like homebuilding. Apparently some people were artisans and made things out of clay. They also showed re-creations of  "twillwork" baskets, probably made by the women. And they had some cloth, though there wasn't much information on that - they had what was probably part of a drop spindle among the artifacts, and a drawing of a piece of woven cloth. Somewhere else they noted that bison fiber was spun, but I suspect they may also have had some kind of bast-type plant fiber or something - bison would have been AWFULLY warm to wear in the summers.

They also played. Two games - which I already knew of from my other reading - were stickball (a form of which is still played; I have a Choctaw student who is on a stickball team. It is something like lacrosse) and chunkey, which is where a spool-shaped stone or fired clay piece is rolled and the competitors threw pointed sticks where they predicted the chunkey stone would stop. The person who got the closest to the stone's final destination won. An interesting thing: the games were sometimes used to settle disputes - the winner was deemed the winner of the land (or whatever) dispute. (According to Tim Pauketat, chunkey was also a "symbolic" game - that apparently the round stone was symbolic of the female sex organs, and the spear was "male" and it sometimes featured in fertility rites....)

The main religious activity seemed to be worship of a sun god, though apparently there was also a sort of sin-cleansing ceremony the men took part in, where they took a purgative and then fasted and at the end, the chief forgave them and told them, effectively, "Go and sin no more."

(I'm guessing a lot of this came from later accounts of the remaining peoples that were taken down by French priests or someone like that; I don't know how they'd get such detailed information otherwise from the artifacts alone)

There were different classes, kind of like at Cahokia, but less so - there was an elite class, but according to the information at the site, the main difference was that they had bigger houses set up on mounds and got buried with more stuff. (Shell beads and the like). Ordinary workmen were sometimes buried with their tools, which is an interesting thought. (I guess new ones were just made for the next generation? Maybe there were taboos against inheriting something from the deceased?)

The paths wound around the various mounds. Not a lot to see at the mounds, other than to know they are there - several of them are unexcavated; they were examined with ground-penetrating radar but the decision was made to leave them intact, either for future archaeologists with even better methods, or perhaps, as attitudes change, the idea of leaving them that way as "sacred" to the memory of those who lived there (and out of respect to their distant descendants). There was a note on the trail guide observing that the mounds may be still sacred to some people, and so to be respectful. (It makes me a little sad that people have to be reminded to be respectful of an archaeological site where part of it IS a burial ground of the dead. We wouldn't want people behaving badly in our cemeteries.)

This is one of the places where having a vivid imagination is good: at one point, they have you looking out over an open plain area and briefly describe the town that once was there. And I could almost see it. I think part of the reason these kinds of things fascinate me is that I try to imagine what it would be like to live in that setting - if I were dropped down there with few tools, how would I get food and make shelter? If I had been a woman during that era, what would I have done? (I would hope I'd have been the wife of an ordinary guy; the wife of the ceremonial head of the group was sacrificed when he died. And it seems like the ordinary people had decent lives - lots of hard work, yes, but it seemed like they also had time to make art, and they had decent lifespans and seemed to be fairly healthy, based on the bones recovered. And that area seemed to suffer less warfare than some areas further east.)

There was also an active trading network. I kind of knew that, but was surprised by things like the fact that they apparently had an "ambassador" in South Florida who managed to procure conch shells (which were highly prized) and get them back to the people in Spiro. 

Oh, and the reason why most of the artifacts were re-creations? Most of the actual ones are owned by the Noble Museum. And a lot of the earliest-removed artifacts are just gone; the site was originally opened up in the 1930s by a couple of people who plundered the mounds for stuff they could sell. (They weren't the land owners, as far as I could tell)

The area was apparently abandoned around 1450 AD. According to the information from the museum, a prolonged drought (lasting some 150 years) started around 1250 AD, which led to a decline in resources (I'm guessing it would be too hard to carry water for the farm plots from the Arkansas River, which really isn't that far away). And of course, after that would have been the Little Ice Age, though I don't know how much that would have affected the southern US - I mostly know of its effects from northern Europe, from my reading.

But it was definitely worth a trip.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

a tiny brag

I've said in the past I have a really hard time saying "Dang, I'm good!"

But today, I'm going to, just a  little. My annual review is back, my overall rating is "Outstanding." That's the top rating possible. (the ratings are based on teaching skill, scholarly activity, and service. Service includes things like committeework but also stuff like advising students)

So yeah. That's good. I just need to keep up the good work. (Well, I don't NEED to for any external reason - I'd have to do something monumentally dumb and criminal to lose my job at this point - but I kind of need to keep up my standards, for ME and how I feel about myself.). But it's nice to have a little external validation.

Something for me

* If I feel as good tomorrow as I feel this morning, I am still going to Spiro Mounds. (I think one of the worries that was eating at me was, "Am I too sick to go do this? Am I better off just staying home during one of my few chances to go do something interesting?" But hopefully, the steroid spray was what I needed - I only took a half-dose last night (and maybe got less than that because I didn't prime the sprayer enough). But I took a full adult dose this morning and the pain has abated considerably, and I feel like I can breathe better. If this continues to work I think I'm really glad I pushed for something that was NOT a steroid shot. (That seems to be a GP sort of thing; I've never been to an allergist who advocated for them. Allergists seem more into removing the cause of the allergy, if possible, or starting with the mildest possible treatment for symptoms. But then again, I know a lot of people who talk about just going and getting a steroid shot every allergy season so maybe the GPs are used to it.)

Also the tooth pain is abating a lot and that was a HUGE worry of mine - that that "calcified channel" front tooth was fixing to split or die or had gone abscessy or something. Of course, the LOGICAL explanation is that when the inflammation started in my sinuses, it affected that tooth, because they happened at the same time, but I have a hard time being fully logical about dental stuff. 

* So I have that planned for tomorrow - trip to Spiro and most likely a stop at Pete's Place for lunch. I'm toying with the idea, if I continue to feel fine on Saturday, to go antiquing in Sherman or Denison. (McKinney, right now, has LOTS of construction, and I just don't feel like braving the traffic)

* And Friday the Hub Discovery Family (and a rant about that later) is showing Rainbow Rocks. Even though I am still on record of preferring my Ponies to be actual Ponies and not teen girls, I'll probably watch it.

* Also, last night, I decided to work on a project of my own rather than the ongoing Christmas gifts. So I continued with Queen Chrysalis' hair. The "loose hair strand" is done and I've started the main part of the mane, but didn't get that far because crocheting, for me at least, is a lot slower than knitting. (Especially in-the-round small-diameter things where you have to count on every row and place decreases and increases for shaping).

If I had seen the "alternate universe" version of her (where she is Queen of Giving Love, rather than of taking it) earlier, I might have slightly altered the pattern to be that (I probably still could....I'll have to think about that. The main difference, as I remember, is the expression and a tiny pair of pince-nez, though it's also possible Alternate Chrysalis didn't have the holes in her, I can't remember). This is from the comics, which I still continue to enjoy - I order each issue as it comes out (I really need to find a place that has a subscription service for these).

* I was thinking of something when I got into bed last night. I vaguely remember from Great Books (that was 25-odd years ago now) that some Greek philosopher or other described pleasure as being the absence of pain, and one of the thoughts I had in the class (can't remember if I brought it up now) is that so often in the modern world, we now define "pain" as the "absence of pleasure" - that is, if you're not actively enjoying yourself, you consider it painful. ("Math is hard," said Barbie). And a lot of people do seem to have forgotten that there's a joy in good old hard work and that even stuff that isn't *fun* at the time can teach you something.

But, last night, as I got into bed, I thought, yeah, when you've been in pain for a while and that pain goes away, it IS pleasure. And it's something to be grateful for, and I was. I kind of forget how awful and distracted and unable to work effectively I am when my sinuses are bothering me, and when I get them tamed down it's like "Wow, life is suddenly so much better, why did I not notice how good life was before?"

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Womaning-up time

Because I don't like going in to the doctor or dentist at the best of times.

But I decided that I just couldn't keep treating the symptoms of this thing. It was really bad midday today (though now, after taking a couple ibuprofen and doing the saline rinse, the pain is almost gone again). I debated whether to go to my doctor or the dentist - I THINK this is sinus, based on the symptoms, but I FEAR it's that screwed-up front tooth going bad.

I decided to go with the doctor, on the grounds that it's usually easier to get in to see her on short notice, and if this is any kind of a bacterial infection, even if it's dental, the underlying infection will need to be eliminated first before any work can be done. And my dentist might just push on my cheekbones to see if I wince and send me to the doctor for a prescription, anyway - that happened once before. And I can press on my own cheekbones, and yeah, it kind of hurts.

The saline rinse was a lot harder to do today, it seems like the water doesn't move as smoothly, and I did notice that the mucus (sorry) is beginning to look faintly infected. (You learn these kinds of things when you have sinus problems).

Hopefully, I can get a simple prescription (that I tolerate okay: no sulfa drugs!) and start feeling better quickly. I was really hopeful when I got up this morning and felt so much better but I suspect I'm best not waiting on getting it checked out since the pain isn't totally gone, it's just that it's responsive to treatment.


Well, the diagnosis is badly inflamed nasal passages from allergies, doubtless also inflamed sinuses that aren't draining right. I have a steroid nasal spray to use and see if that works. (Originally she wanted to give me a steroid *shot*, but I talked her down from that on the grounds that I wouldn't sleep and would be grumpy.) If this doesn't work, then I have to take Prednisone tablets for a few days.

Well, that probably explains why a dose of ibuprofen pretty much removes the pain. She didn't think the tooth was involved other than that its roots are touching the sinus cavity nearest where the problem is.

I cancelled my piano lesson today out of an excess of caution - the doctor was fitting me in, and while she wasn't busy today, there was a time in the past where I had to wait nearly to the end of the day because there were a few emergencies before me. And anyway, I wasn't feeling good AT ALL around 1 pm today (when I made the appointment), so.

I think I've had this nasal spray before; it's a generic but it smells like roses and I KNOW I've had one in the past that smelled like this. (It's the generic form of Flonase). She did say if this helps I can just take it daily during allergy season.

I got nothing

Yesterday evening was CWF, and after that, I just went home and mostly went to bed, because I had slept poorly the night before, partly because of the pain in my sinuses/worry it was something really bad, partly because I had stayed up too late. "The Hunger Games" had come on ABC Family, and while I told myself, "You hate dystopian-future stories because you're too good at seeing elements of how the culture currently works in them, and you tend to see them as predictions rather than fiction," still, I got sucked in.

A couple of thoughts:

I found the last scene with Rue (not to give too many spoilers away though I suppose most people who care about this kind of thing have seen it/read the book already) was far more affecting to me than any of the Katniss-Peeta scenes. FAR more affecting. Katniss did something that could have put herself in grave danger, that really, made no difference to anyone (other than, perhaps, herself), but she did it anyway. Because on some level Rue was a friend, even if she was a fellow competitor.

I also found the whole "I volunteer as Tribute" thing affecting - you are effectively saying, "I am going to probably lay down my life for my sister, because she is younger and smaller than I am, and is less likely to survive." Taking on a huge risk on the part of a family member. 

The whole concept of "fight to the death" - I'm sure the past "winners" wound up with something like PTSD as a result. Can you imagine? Being released in a forest that isn't REALLY a forest (apparently those in charge can conjure up things like short-faced bears and send them after you) and told, "There are 23 other people of your age in here; the way you come out is to out-survive all of them, even if that means you have to kill some of them yourself. (I suppose that is why their "mentor" was a burned-out alcoholic - he was a former winner)

I remember reading somewhere that a make-up line was coming out based on the make up worn in Capitol City. That just weirds me out all kinds of ways - you WANT to look like an amoral, decadent jerk who plans things like slaughter-fests in order to keep the people you lord it over pacified and too fearful to rise up against you? Really? That's an image you want to project? People WANT to be Effie Trinket? That's messed up.

The whole idea of "bread and circuses," with the side note of "We're going to keep the people too scared to revolt" is creepy but not unlike things that have gone on in the world in the past, and are still going on in some places.

But still, as I said, dystopian futures make me sad and twitchy because it seems like most countries of the world are a few elections-gone-wrong or a few-people-deciding-a-dictator-is-a-good-idea away from becoming dystopian. (Look at North Korea....) As I commented on Twitter, I find it hella creepy and should not have bothered watching. (Still, as recent movies go - it's actually not badly done.)

The pain pretty much abated overnight and while it's back a little this morning (more when I'm actively moving around), it's better than it was, and I think the mucinex is working.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Still some pain

I was hopeful when the storms moved through at 3 am that that would be the end of the sinus stuff, but it started up again this morning and got progressively worse until about 10:30, when I decided to take a couple ibuprofen. (Standard disclaimer: I don't like putting any extra pharmaceuticals in my body, given the to-me shocking number of meds I HAVE to take in order to avoid big problems (hives or abnormally high blood pressure).

Twenty minutes later, the pain had gone from nearly unbearable to nearly not there. I can still feel a dulness in my forehead (well, it's an improvement to have moved from my teeth, because any pain around my teeth worries me that I have a stealth crack or decay - despite having had a clean checkup a month ago - or an abscess, which was the first thing I worried about, which is really NOT logical, given the clean checkup of a month ago).

I'm hoping that means it's just inflammation from allergies/pressure changes and that there's no actual bacteria or anything involved. (Sinus infections can be bacterial, which are the kind antibiotics can treat, but sometimes they are viral and you just have to wait for them go away, and sometimes they're fungal, and then you're really in trouble unless your immune system figures out how to kick it to the curb). I don't have a fever - I checked this morning - so hopefully it's just my sinuses being annoying.

But yeah. Definitely taking another dose of ibuprofen before bed. I find I can cope with pain, especially tooth or head pain, lots better when I'm trying to be awake and doing things than I can when trying to sleep. I may start taking Mucinex again for a few days to see if I can urge anything that may be in my sinuses to leave....and drink more water, I need to do that.

ETA: I probably need to continue with the irrigation for a few days, maybe do it when I get home today:

The most effective first-line intervention, said Dr. Palmer, is nasal irrigation using a neti pot or saline irrigation bottle, which helps flush out mucus and any inflammatory bacteria or allergens in it. “If you took all the people who say they have chronic sinusitis in the world, and you put them all on nasal saline irrigations, a big proportion would not have any symptoms anymore,” he said.
(from this article)

That probably explains why I felt SO MUCH BETTER right after doing the irrigation yesterday afternoon. I'll have to get onto boiling more water as soon as I get home....

Sunday, October 12, 2014

First gift finished

I finished the mitts this weekend, and I began the first of two pairs of gift socks:

finished mitts, started sock

The mitts are of that bison-wool blend yarn I got at the BPAFF. The socks are a String Theory Continuum self-striping yarn - the colorway is called Dopamine (All of her colorways have some kind of astronomical or biochemical reference. I have some called Strontium-20 that is pink, yellow, and black, and when I get around to knitting it up (for me), it's going to be either my Electric Fluttershy socks, or Goth Fluttershy, or maybe Punk Fluttershy. I haven't decided yet)

I also re-did my pedicure. I had bought some pale orangey polish (Essie's color called "Tart Deco") a while back with the thought of, "I'll have to put this on when deer season starts and if anyone comments on it, I can say it's the closest I get to blaze orange." (I guess bow season has already started, so I missed that one). Well, anyway, it's orange for fall and Halloween.

new pedicure - autumn

Except in some lights it looks more peach than orange. And this is about as "wild" as I will ever get with nail polish.

When I went to Sherman on Friday, I went to the natural-foods store. One of the things I bought was a purple-fleshed sweet potato and I cooked it up for dinner last night.

Holy anthocyanins, Batman!

Yeah. That's purple. (That's the color AFTER cooking). It kind of tripped my "I'm not sure if I want to eat this" sensors at first, because of the odd color. But when I smelled of it, it smelled like a normal sweet potato, so that was okay. I didn't like it quite as well as the regular kind; it's actually less strongly flavored and it has a heavier, pastier texture than the orange-fleshed sweet potatoes I'm familiar with.


In other news, I'm having bad sinus/upper teeth problems. (I am pretty sure it's sinus and not a bad tooth, because the pain jumps around in my mouth and is worse at some times and better than others. It gets better upon exposure to heat, for example - if I drink hot tea or take a shower). There's a retired dentist who attends my church and I asked him today if the desensitizing toothpaste would do anything for that. He said that it couldn't hurt, but what might be better would be to use saline nasal irrigation. I've had other doctors suggest this to me, but when I tried it in the past it freaked me out too badly (I felt like I was drowning) but I decided to try it again. (I didn't get a neti pot; I got one of those squeeze bottles that comes with a lot of little sachets of pre-measured salt and sodium bicarbonate.) It's kind of involved; with the first use you have to boil up water (even city tap water, apparently, needs to be really sure it's free of any critters) and wash it out, and then you use boiled water to mix the solution.

It's a weird sensation. I understand enough cranial anatomy to know why squirting water up into one nostril makes it come out the other one (instead of your mouth), but still, it's a weird experience. It did help a little, and I supposed I'll do it every couple days for a while (apparently some of the studies suggest doing it every day can be a little much) and see if it helps.

Hopefully when this next front comes through my sinuses will hurt less. And during cold and flu season it might not be a bad idea to do it periodically and flush the stuff out of my sinuses.

I also took the window unit air conditioner out of the window today and stored it. There were a couple little gaps (it doesn't fit perfectly) and I figured allergens could get in more readily than would with a closed and locked window.  I didn't put the screen back on; I didn't have the energy do and anyway, I think if I would need to get out a back window in a hurry - like a house fire at night - it would be a LOT faster to do if there were no screen to have to punch out. (A design flaw, I think, on these screens - they can only be removed from the outside, so if you were having to bug out of the house, you'd have to kick the screen out of the way or cut it.)

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Finding the light

I posted that quotation from Adventure Time a few days ago..."Sometimes life is dark and scary, you must find the light."

Despite the bad interaction with what were probably a couple of tired-out shopclerks who behaved less graciously than they might, it was a pretty good trip:

1. At the JoAnn Fabrics, while waiting in line to get a piece of fabric cut, I saw a family - a baby a bit younger than my niece, her mom, and a woman who was probably the mom's mom. They were waiting in line too, and the grandma  and the mom were playing patty-cake with the baby. And the baby was laughing that joyful infectious baby laugh, the kind little kids do when they're just happy because someone is playing with them. And it made me smile. I've seen my share of fussy kids out in public and I will say sometimes it seems that if their parent or caretaker just put the cell phone away for a few moments and interacted with the kid, it might turn that fussiness around. So it was nice to see that moment of three generations laughing together.

2. The lady at the barbecue place I go to there always calls people "Darling" and "honey" and stuff like that. Coming from "up north," that's less common, but I've got used to it. (It does always strike me funny, a little bit, when someone who is probably younger than I am does it to me, but whatever:  I'm happy to accept it as a gesture of goodwill.)

3. And yeah, I eat the occasional restaurant meal now. I'm not going to go and get bacon and sausage and stuff like that, but I've found the very occasional higher-sodium meal (like a normal restaurant meal) has minor effects on my blood pressure. So it probably really IS the "what you do 85% of the time is what has the biggest effect on your health."

4. Ghirardelli now makes mini baking chips. I plan to make another batch (or probably, to have enough, double batch) of pumpkin chocolate chip muffins and bring them in for the department some day this fall. I think the mini chips will work much better - less likely to sink to the bottom.

5. I picked up a sign to put on my office door once it gets closer to Halloween. It says "Eat Locals" and has a silhouette of a zombie chasing a farmer on a tractor. It made me laugh, given the whole "eat local" movement. And yeah, I'm putting it on my office door, more people will see it and so far there are no rules against such things. And if it gives a student or two a laugh, all the better.

6. It's finally a lot cooler. I approve of this, it's beginning to actually feel like fall.

7. I have food for weeks ahead now - got more of the canned sweet potatoes I like so much, and a big tri-tip steak (you have to shop opportunistically here and get what's available and looks good; I was thinking of short ribs but none were on offer). I'll have to figure out the best way to do the steak, probably as what they call "baked steak" (do it a bit slower so it's not overdone on the outside by the time the inside is medium rare). Also got more ground bison but both it and the steak are in those vacuum-sealed packages so their sell-by date is more than a week away, so I can think on what I want to do with each. (I might do meatballs with the bison; there's a lot you can do with meatballs.)

8. I'm now working on "Dream a Little Dream of Me" on the piano. (Yes, the song most of us know from Mama Cass' version, but it's actually a lot older than that, and I think the arrangement I have is an older arrangement). It's fun to play. It's just fun to play some of the old standards; it's a different style from classical music and while I still love playing Bach or Beethoven, it's also nice to play more popular tunes. And "Dream a Little Dream" is easier than "Blue Skies" was; I think I'll master it quicker.

9. This: ("The Carlton" comes to Dancing With The Stars. And I have to say, it takes SKILL to take what is supposed to be a somewhat awkward dance and make it look so good.)

That cracks me up every time I see it, when he breaks into "The Carlton" after she kisses him.

Friday, October 10, 2014

Online vs. store

I went to Sherman this afternoon. One thing I needed was more of the Clinique powder I use.

So, I tried going to the Belk - one of two stores I know of that sells Clinique. (The other is the Dillards' at the dying mall, and there's nothing else there I want, so I prefer not to go there).

Anyway, I don't know if it was a bad day at Belk or if they've recently reduced their staff, but the four different make up counters they have (Lancome, Clinique, L'Oreal, and there's another I forget) had two workers - two women at L'Oreal.

So I waited. And I waited. And I walked around the counter multiple times. I waited about seven minutes, I would guess. Finally, I asked one of the women at the L'Oreal counter if there was someone available to help me.

"We're both with customers! Just wait, we'll get to you eventually." Said a little snappishly. (And I don't know how busy one of the ladies was, I thought she was finishing up with her person.) And I get that it was a Friday and close to the end of the day, but I was tired too and I HAD been waiting quite a while. And there was no sign or anything on the Clinique counter explaining where to go for assistance or that someone would be with you shortly or not even a bell to ring for assistance.

So I waited a another couple minutes. Then I thought, "You know, I used the Clinique website before. They were pretty easy to navigate and my stuff came fast." And I decided to cut my losses, leave, finish my shopping, and order the stuff later online. (And I just did. And it was easy to navigate the site and they even gave me a free sample of lipstick, plus there's free shipping this week).

How sad is it that you get better "customer service" from a self-serve website than from a couple store employees? And Belk, if you fired most of your cosmetics staff, shame on you. You lost a sale, in fact, you've lost future sales - I'll just order my stuff from the website in the future.

But it frustrates me. I went to the barbecue place in town and got very friendly and nice service. Got good service at the JoAnn's. Got good service, if rushed, at the Kroger. I get that working retail stinks sometimes, but to drive away a customer because you don't seem to care about helping them, that's not good. (And yeah, it was probably that my hair was a bit of a mess and I was in khakis and a t-shirt and sometimes people assume I'm a lot younger than I am from a cursory glance, and therefore that I wasn't going to spend much money, but still.)

Oh yes, plans

I just figured out that Pete's Place (a well-known and loved Italian restaurant; I've been there a few times) is not very far from Spiro Mounds - or at least, it's kind of on the way - it's three hours to Spiro - and they are open for lunch.

I tried e-mailing the director at Spiro Mounds to verify they will be open; I may still call on Wednesday to be sure they'll be open Thursday, but I think I have a plan for a day out this mid-fall break: see some archaeological stuff and get a good lunch out.

In earlier times

I have a small table (Well, it's really a barstool, and it's the thing I have my ballwinder anchored to for when I wind yarn). I also keep magazines or books I've not reshelved yet on it. I noticed this morning I had stuck a Patternworks catalog - it came when I was busy and I guess I didn't do the glance-and-throw-out that I often do with catalogs.

I haven't ordered from Patternworks in YEARS. (They have changed a little bit since the earlier days; one big change being they have different owners now). But they were my go-to place in my early days back at knitting.

I started knitting again (after having learned as a child) in 1996 or 1997, while I was working on my doctoral dissertation. I had been doing a lot of quilting but felt like I wanted something easier to pick up and put down (hand quilting is that way, but piecing is not, especially if you don't have a dedicated space for your sewing machine). I got interested in knitting again after learning how to knit in the round on double pointed needles (I've never liked the seaming part of finishing off) and also after trying some yarns that were at least part-wool. (When I learned, all that was widely available was acrylic: it was the Great Crafting Slump of the late 70s, also a time when quilting fabric was thin on the ground).

But anyway. I got one of those Catalog of Catalogs things (I don't even know if those still exist) and a couple of the catalogs listed you could get for free (I was a "broke" grad student and I never really liked paying for a catalog that I would likely be ordering something - therefore, spending money - out of) were for Patternworks and for Lion Brand.

Lion Brand catalogs have changed a lot. I don't get them often any more; they used to come about once a month, it seemed. (They also used to have larger photographs of the yarns in them, and sometimes free patterns using the yarn they sold). It was sort of a long narrow format, and often printed on non-glossy (or low-gloss) paper, and often the cover had some kind of a cartoon featuring their lion mascot. (One I remember is a recreation of Grant Wood's "American Gothic" with the lion and his lioness)

Patternworks, though - Patternworks was the really fun catalog. They carried a lot of different yarn lines, so they had a huge diversity of stuff. The first time I ever realized that sock weight yarn existed, it was through Patternworks. (Those were the days of Stahl "Socka" - remember those? I still have some vintage Socka in my stash, from before the company merged with another one). And they had books. (I have a couple of the Socka sock books - I have not looked at them in quite a while; I should look at them again sometime for inspiration when my sock needles are "empty") I would scrape together a little money, what I felt I could spare from my RA or TA paycheck, and send off an order. Or I'd call it in, using the credit card that was still somewhat of a novelty to me. (I was in grad school before I got my first credit card).

And then the waiting. Eventually the box would come in the mail, and there'd be the joy of opening it and seeing the yarn I ordered, or the books, or the knitting needles. (I still have lots of the Brittany wooden dpns I ordered during that time).

Once, when someone on the Knitlist, misunderstanding some tariff changes, claimed that the price of imported wool was going to at least double, I believed them, and ordered all the Socka I felt I could afford. The change never happened, or the person misunderstood badly, and the price of yarn didn't jump, it just continued the slow upward creep that everything has. (I remember tracking the price of Koigu. I think it was something like $7.50 a skein - yes - when I first started knitting. Now it runs somewhere around $14)

There weren't many online sources of yarn, and I don't think there were any online-only ones back then. The Web was still kind of in its infancy as a mechanism of commerce. (I remember placing my first online order with Amazon and worrying hard my credit card number was going to be stolen. Hah. Now, I regard credit card numbers as somewhat disposable; I've had the card I use for buying gas and online purchases replaced three times over the years).

Now, things have changed so much. There are hundreds (maybe thousands, if you include places worldwide that will ship to the US) of places that will sell me yarn or books or needles or "accessories" like stitch markers. There's Etsy. There's the wonderful ability to buy patterns as a .pdf file online and get them automatically sent to your e-mail mailbox or to your "library" on Ravelry.

And yet, sometimes, I think maybe those early days were a little more exciting for me; it felt like there was more to discover, more to track down and find.

This is why

Before my real post of the day, something from the "This is why we can't have nice things" department:

Woman claims to have Ebola in Denison.

Yeah. Some woman went around to several doctor's offices in the area, coughed (it's not clear if she coughed ON people), claimed to have Ebola, and left.

A couple thoughts:

The chances of this woman having Ebola I estimate at just around 0. It's not absolutely impossible, but I can't imagine someone who was reasonably sure they'd contracted a deadly disease that is somewhat less deadly with good supportive medical care not actually going to a place equipped to deal with it.

If she is doing it as a prank, this is absolutely the definition of "That's not funny." You don't joke about stuff like this, just like you don't make jokes about having bombs when you're in the airport. It wasted police time to deal with this, it wasted the time of the clinic employees and disrupted what they were doing, it likely frightened some of the patients in the offices. It's just an awful thing all around.

My suspicion, though, is that she's one of those people who believes herself Special, and therefore, deserving to go to the head of the line for whatever (or asking to "speak with a manager" if she doesn't get whatever wildly unreasonable demand she makes). And so, she figured: I'll scare 'em, and then they'll give me what I want.

At any rate, if they figure out who she was? She's facing a felony charge: terroristic threats. And I am fine with that. People in this part of the world are on edge because of what happened in Dallas. My chair said she had a lot of students who had worked with her e-mailing her nervously, asking questions, stuff like that. And these are people with a biology background.  I was even a little nervous and I know some basic epidemiology. (I'm a lot less nervous now that no secondary infections have shown up from that patient. Yes, more people carrying Ebola might come to the country, probably will, but we've hopefully learned some lessons from this first case and things will go more smoothly in the future. Also, Ebola seems to be hard to catch unless you are actually caring for an infected patient.)

I'm still going to Sherman this afternoon; I have to do grocery shopping and I want to see if the new BritKnit magazines are in. I will give a very dirty look to anyone coughing in my vicinity. (And at any rate, I've had a pertussis booster last year, and I got a flu shot last week, so I should be protected from the most likely bad things I could catch)

EDited to add: Okay, this is a bit of a Reporting Fail, I think. The OTHER news site in town has additional information:

"And when she was asked to cover her mouth, she became upset and made a remark that, 'Why do you want me to do that? Because I'm black and have been to Liberia and have Ebola?'" says Eppler.

So, it wasn't someone literally making threats as a joke or to move to the head of the line, it was someone taking umbrage at something they really shouldn't take umbrage at. (Anyone coughing who doesn't cover their mouth gets asked to). So she used hyperbole, but badly, but I would not regard that as a threat. So I now say, rather than charging her with a felony, they should tell her that what she did was rude and ill-advised and they should tell the people who called this in that they over-reacted. (And that other news station needs a little bit of a dope-slap, too, for reporting it as more sensationalistic than it actually was).

But yeah. Racism is still a problem, and people of color are badly treated sometimes, but immediately going to the "nuclear option" (that you are being discriminated against) when someone asks you to do something that's regarded as common politeness....I don't know.  I think she flew off the handle. It's possible it was a moment of frustration in someone who wasn't feeling well, but it went way too far.

And yeah, I'm even more unlikely to cancel the Sherman trip now, now that it sounds less like, "Someone's going around claiming they're spreading Ebola" and  more "Someone got upset when asked to cover their mouth and said something they probably regret now."

And yeah, probably somewhere, Ray Bradbury is wagging his finger at me for trusting what a local news outlet said. But I've known people to do dumb things like claiming they were spreading a serious disease (when they actually weren't)  as a "prank"

Thursday, October 09, 2014

"Too many people"

If you've ever wondered what it's like to be an introvert, think of the phrase "too many people." That's what gets me down some days; having to interact with so many different people, not having enough time to calm down after having to have my "public face" on for hours and hours. I had my usual teaching and office hours, plus a Master's defense (oral exam), which made ME nervous because the student doing it was so nervous (he did pass, but I could tell he was nervous). And then Elder's meeting and Board Meeting and in a small, perpetually cash-strapped church there's always that worry that something big will go wrong, or will have gone wrong and.....well, at one point they asked the pastor to leave the room and I could feel my heart starting to pound (because I immediately imagine any number of difficult things). Turned out it was about a "pastoral appreciation month" thing but for those few moments I was very nervous.

After all that and I got home, the best I could do was stare at stuff on the Internet for a while, trying to calm myself down enough that I'd be able to sleep. I really do need quiet time, down time, time away from other people. And when I'm too wound up from too many interactions, I can't even knit.

I think of the A. A. Milne poem (from Now We Are Six) entitled "Solitude":

I have a house where I go
When there’s too many people,
I have a house where I go
Where no one can be;

I have a house where I go,
Where nobody ever says “No”;
Where no one says anything-so
There is no one but me.

Of course, Milne was writing more from the perspective of a child who is being punished for something and longs for the autonomy to do what he or she wants, and not a tired adult who just wants to be left alone and have a little QUIET but still.

And the thing is, all of the people (well, nearly all) that I deal with in a given day are people I LIKE but it still gets to be too much, too many people pressing in on all sides. (Part of that may be related to the fact that far too many of my interactions tend to involve someone needing me to do something for them.)


Next week is mid-fall break. I don't really have any plans in mind. If my friend near Shreveport gets in touch and wants to do a meet-up, I'll do that. But if she's too busy with work (I suspect that will be the case), I don't think I want to drive 3 1/2 hours, just for a lunch out by myself and a trip to a yarn store (seeing as I now have one in my town - granted, smaller than the one in Longview, but. And I have all this yarn I'm not knitting up).

Part of me wants to go and do something "different," because I always complain during the regular year about how I never get to do anything "fun." But I'm not sure of what to do. I had half a thought of going to see Spiro Mounds, which is an archaeological site. But I also heard recently that their hours had been reduced and you have to make special arrangements for a tour and stuff, and while I could do that, it means it can't be a spur of the moment kind of thing. I'll have to think this weekend (and think fast, as it's next week). Though part of me says that I could just stay home, not go in to work, not do anything work related, and just tackle some of the ongoing projects I have that I haven't been able to work on because of the overload of teaching and because of being "too tired" when I get home in the evenings.

Wednesday, October 08, 2014

early Wednesday morning

* I hope this day doesn't stink. I have my regular teaching, a student's Master's defense, Elder's Meeting, and Board meeting. I'm just....not real enthusiastic about that much stuff.

* I had a moment of fear last night - eating a piece of the fruit bread and heard a funny gritty sort-of crunch. I spat everything out and checked. No tooth damage I can detect, everything feels normal, but it's hard to shake the anxiety that I have a "silent" crack that will show itself at a later date. I did brush and floss right after and couldn't feel anything wrong but there's still that odd worry  (No, I don't really THINK I cracked the tooth, or I'd be calling the dentist....but it's weird, when I have too much else going on in my life some kind of health-thing throws itself up into my consciousness and reminds me I need to be anxious about it). For the record, I think I bit down on a currant that had its seed still in it, or maybe a raisin with a stem. It's the sort of sound you sometimes get while eating raisins, and because of my crazy sinuses, things sound a lot louder to me that happen in my mouth (hence, my hatred of the sonicator at the dentist). I've had moments before when I was sure I cracked a tooth (or popped a crown) and it turned out to be nothing.

The time before I cracked a tooth, it was on a "dry roasted" peanut that had been cooked way too hard. And while I've heard of people cracking a tooth on something soft like a raisin, it's a lot less common.

* I also dreamed last night that in addition to Ebola being more widespread, there was a respiratory disease (like the flu, but much more deadly and easily spread) going around and I was trying to get through my daily life with people around me dropping like flies. One of those dreams where you wake up and for a moment think it's actually how life is, and then are tremendously relieved to realize it is not. (I've also had similar situations with the "I hit someone with my car and even though it seemed like an unavoidable accident, I'm going to be tried and probably found guilty of something" dreams).

* It's still way too hot here. And too humid. That's probably contributing to my discomfort; I notice I feel more anxious when it's humid, and I wonder if it's an "I can't breathe quite right" reaction (purely physiological) that my brain translates into "You're panicking" (psychological).

* I did finally get to the point where I could play "Blue Skies" evenly enough, and with few enough mistakes, that my teacher could sing along with it. One of the problems I do have, since I just play for myself, is that I do tend to stop and correct mistakes rather than just going on (which is what you have to do when playing as an accompanist or are playing for an audience). She isn't going to teach this winter - because of her work schedule, she'd be driving home after lessons around 7 pm and it's really dark then, and she has a long drive home. So she's going to teach up to the time change, and then pick up again in March when it changes back. I'm not thrilled about that but I understand, and I guess I can practice on my own during the off months. (Maybe some day it will be possible to do lessons via Skype or something? If it comes to that.)

* I'm still having frustrations with that one class. And with one of my intro classes. I don't know if it's just the midterm droop that some people get or what but I feel waning interest in the topics, and I don't quite know what to do. (With the intro classes, there is material that HAS to be covered; it's a common syllabus.) And I don't know; so many of the students struggle with the material. I don't know what to do. I suppose it is just a lot of material to learn and it can be difficult, but....if you're planning on becoming an MD, one thing you have to get used to is learning a lot of stuff that's thrown at you fast....

Tuesday, October 07, 2014

Is it weird?

Is it weird that I see some philosophical truths about life in cartoons?

I ran across this again today (it's from the Adventure Time episode called The Creeps) and hearing it in isolation, it struck me:

I don't think I noticed it before in the episode, but hearing the phrase used (slightly out of context) in a parody ("Depressing movie trailer") of the themes of Adventure Time, and it just struck me. (And it's said by BMO, who is my favorite character on there).

And these days, I'm not always so great at finding the light. Oh, I suppose in a long-term sense I am okay at seeing that it's there (or I wouldn't be a Christian), but in the day to day sense, I let things glom on to me and drag me down a little.

Tired of summer

In this part of the world, summer is like that party guest who never leaves. Depending on who you are and the kind of parties you give, summer is that annoying dudebro who sticks around to hoover up the remaining pizza and beer and to try to chat up your sister, who has already told him she's definitely not interested. Or summer is like that woman who has any number of horrifying stories of botched medical procedures, and she's going to share every one of them with you, in order to hear the sympathetic noises you make (in the desperate hope she'll shut up and leave). Or it's the person with advice about EVERYTHING and who cheerfully tells you how every aspect of your life is being done wrong, and remains there, on the porch, haranguing you about how you could be so much better, long after the other guests have fled.

Unfortunately, you can't tell summer. "Hey. I really need to get ready for tomorrow" or "Stop bugging my sister and leave" or "That's all really very concerning, maybe you should go and talk to someone who has more qualifications than I do"

It's supposed to be 92 here today. Ninety-two. I know that in the depths of summer that would sound cool, but it's really too hot for October. And every year, the weather starts to fluctuate  - we'll get a few nice cool dry days and then things will happen that suck moisture out of the Gulf and also heat up the air (the weather guy last night, with what seemed to be a Tufnel-esque delight, commented that our winds today were going to be out of the southwest, and "that's the hottest wind we can get, it doesn't get any hotter than that.") (There are certain weather guys who seem to delight in weather that makes people miserable. I don't understand that.)

Yeah, great. I'm really ready to put away the thin little cotton dresses and wear something more substantial but I had to pull out one of the thinnest, lightest ones for today. Also, they are once again "working on" the HVAC system in my building - the room that was running about 55 degrees? Yesterday, the one day I bothered to haul my (technically illegal) space heater from my office ALONG WITH my packet of papers, calculator, and both textbooks I was going to be using data from, it was 80 degrees and distinctly humid in there. Great. (I suppose I COULD have used the thing on its "fan" function, but I didn't think of that).

(At least it's not like some of the schools I've been at in the Upper Midwest, where the boilers went on around October 1, regardless of the weather, and you had a few days of sweating indoors while the outdoors weather was pleasant. And none of our windows open....

I have found that among the many things that aggravate my hives, heat and humidity are high on that list. So I'm really, really ready for this to be done.


Fortunately I published that when I did; I was writing at home and my internet service tanked right after that. (Judging from the color of the router light, it was back before I left home). My ISP/cable people are very nice and congenial, but stuff has tanked a lot more often since they took over. The old, old service (Communicomm) was super-reliable and the one or two times I had problems they were helpful and quick with a fix. Mediastream were idiots who couldn't find the words "customer service" in a dictionary if someone opened it to the CUST.... page, but at least they seemed to mostly keep stuff running. The current folks are all very congenial but it seems they are slightly cack-handed, as if maybe Derpy Hooves was one of their techs or something. (Or maybe not Derpy, but another pony who is slightly accident-prone, just not as much as she is....)


One thing about teaching an overload? More people with more problems you have to deal with. More students out sick (or "sick") on exam day, more excuses to deal with, more claims to look at with a jaded eye (the most recent: a person's car broke down, their cell phone was out of charge because they had stayed with a relative and left the charger at home, so they had to walk 15 miles (!) back to their relatives'. I hike, and I know how long a 10-mile hike takes me*, so that 15 mile walk thing sounds distinctly hinky. But whatever. I did ask the person in an e-mail back to them how long the walk took them, which I hope they will take as a subtle "She's on to me!")

(*Then again, when I'm in good form, I can do 5 miles in an hour on the cross-country ski exerciser, but that's under optimal conditions (no hills to deal with, no rough terrain) and I'm pushing myself to go as fast as possible - faster than I would walk if I had to walk a long distance)

I don't know how profs who teach the multiple-hundred-students mass lecture do it;  with 65 students this last exam I had two out demonstrably sick, one in the hospital, one with a work-schedule problem (documented and dealt with later that day) and then the guy stranded on the road. And one who just didn't show and hasn't dropped but maybe has "dropped.". And that's with 65 students. Multiply it by 10 - which would be the typical size of a standard intro lecture somewhere like OU or University of Michigan, and you've got a prof tearing their hair out. (Well, kind of, I do know how the mass-lecture profs manage: they have a platoon of TAs who run interference for them and who deal with most of the problems before they reach the professor.)

Sunday, October 05, 2014

The weekend's stuff

* I made the salmon loaf. Oh my gosh, guys, it was delicious. And I say this as someone who's not a huge fan of canned salmon. Here's more or less what I did:

1, 6-ounce can of salmon (the kind I had boasted it was "wild caught Alaskan" which probably made a difference)
2/3 cup potato flakes (not reconstituted; the kind I had were "buttery flavored" but not high in salt)

Mix the salmon and the potato flakes (don't drain the salmon first), flake the salmon into the potatoes with a fork. (There was no skin in my can of salmon, you might want to remove the skin if yours has it)

Then add:
3 chopped scallions (or more if you really like onions)
a chopped-up hard-boiled egg
about a tablespoon of dried parsley (fresh would be even better but neither of the local groceries had any)
a teaspoon or two of smoked paprika
about 1/4 to 1/2 teaspoon of white pepper.

Mix it well. Then add:

about 3/4 cup of milk that has a tablespoon of butter melted in it
One beaten egg.

Put the whole mixture into a greased loaf pan. You can put breadcrumbs on top if you want, I didn't. I did sprinkle more paprika on top for color. (Smoked paprika has kind of become my go-to seasoning since I can't use salt much any more).

Bake it for about 30 minutes (The only thing "raw" in it is the egg, so it's not a big concern, but you want it to be set up) at 350 degrees.

If you wanted to be more fancy, you could make a hollandaise sauce to go on top.

* I've got a couple loaves of oatmeal bread rising before going into the oven. One of them is just plain (for sandwiches and such), the other, before I formed it, I massaged in more butter and another tablespoon or so of brown sugar and some of Penzey's "cake spice." And about a half cup or so of the fruitcake mix (this is dried fruit - not the candied fruit you most often see, though the candied fruit would work also). That's going to be a dessert bread or for toast.

* I did clean the house yesterday (and had to redo part of the kitchen floor, after kneading the bread. Making bread is kind of messy). So now I have a nice clean (well, the public rooms at least) house.  It's remarkable how much better it feels to have recently-scrubbed floors in the kitchen and bathroom. (And yes, I scrubbed them "for real" - not just using a Swiffer wet cloth).

* And I finished the first gift mitt. I'm really happy with how this turned out, both the color choice of the yarn and the pattern:

the first mitt

I started the second one and I'm considering, if I have time, doing a pair of these for the AAUW gift exchange this year. (Fingerless gloves are fairly quick if you just sit down and do them).

I also figured out a gift for my brother, so that means all the immediate family gifts are accounted for. (I just have to knit like the wind to get everything done....)

* And guess what?

Changeling butt!

Changeling butt.

(I actually got the tail finished and on earlier this week but didn't get it photographed earlier. I'm slowly working away on the mane when I trade out from making the mitts.)

* New headcanon: Arthur Weasley wanted to learn more about Muggles so he went abroad among them disguised as a mystery-solving priest named Father Brown.

(The same actor who played Arthur Weasley plays Father Brown in the new BBC series. I've been enjoying them despite the fact that there's considerable "updating" beyond what I think Chesterton would have cared for.

I just like having some kind of light BBC type fare in the early evening Sundays; it feels like  a nice respite before the week starts. Years and years ago "Murder, She Wrote" kind of played that same role...familiar, likeable characters, not too taxing plots, set somewhere that wasn't here....)

Saturday, October 04, 2014

Working up motivation

The one thing I NEED to get done this weekend is type up this exam for next week. I wrote it earlier this morning (and will type it, and then edit it Monday)

I also got my grocery shopping done, have plans to do some cooking this weekend:

* Some kind of salmon loaf/scalloped salmon thing. I'm riffing off a recipe for scalloped canned mackerel in one of my "economical cooking" cookbooks. But I think I'm going to use dried potato flakes instead of cracker crumbs and maybe boil up an egg and chop it up and add it in (the recipe for salmon patties I've used has a chopped boiled egg in it). And I'm going to season it differently than the mackerel would be seasoned.

* I'm not sure whether to make skillet macaroni and cheese again, or to do a pizza tomorrow. (Sigh. I eat so much cheese now. It's not funny. My blood cholesterol is still just fine, so I probably shouldn't worry. But the thing is - I can't usually get really good meat in town, but I can get decent cheese. And cheese is an easy source of protein. And cheese is what I gravitate to when I'm hungry but can't think of anything else I want to eat).

* It's probably time to bake bread again. I might go with potato bread this time (seeing as I will be opening the potato flakes for the salmon loaf). I might do a "big" batch (two loaves) and do one as fruity bread using the rest of my dry fruitcake mix stuff. And maybe even put some lemon peel (I think I have some) in it. And maybe make a little frosting to drizzle on the top. Very commonly my mom would make a sort of simple coffee cake when she made bread by either mixing in dried fruit or doing a rolled-up cinnamon loaf and then icing it when it came out of the oven.

I also need to clean house this weekend, either today or tomorrow.

So I need to get down to typing on this. Sigh. (I was up here until nearly 4 pm yesterday; almost none of the faculty stay that late on a Friday)


ETA: noon. Yay, exam is all typed! Now I can go home and fix lunch and decide to either clean (boo, but it needs to be done) or knit (yay).

There are so many projects I want to start. I decided to do the "second pair" of gift socks for my mom using the Jane Brocket cabled sock pattern that I knit once before for myself. And I have a bunch of my own projects going I want to work on, including the Hagrid sweater again, now that it's cool enough to actually contemplate wearing sweaters again.

Friday, October 03, 2014

"Winter is coming"

Okay, yeah, so that last post was a downer.

But here's something that cracked me up - linked over at Charles' place:

HAH! No really, there are people here who are kind of like that any time we're predicted to get "wintry mix."

(I try to keep at least a gallon of milk on hand, and I can bake my own bread, so....not so much. Though I may have responded like that about salad greens once or twice.)

And in other grocery related news: the Green Spray has upgraded their produce department! More shelves, and more stuff. (Granted, most of it is stuff I don't use, like artichokes, but still. Also they now have gingeroot). All they need to do is (a) start carrying organic milk and (b) get a decent brand of Greek yogurt and I will be able to avoid the Mart of Wal almost 100% of the time....

The strange places

The strange places a person's mind goes.

More news about the Dallas Ebola case: apparently the family members of the patient are now in "enforced quarantine." A quick Google search suggests this is the first thing of this sort since 1963. (That could be wrong, but....the only "quarantine" I ever heard about were like in the 1930s because of diphtheria or in the late nineteen-teens because of flu).

But anyway, the biggest issue is that there's a treatment that's apparently fairly effective....but there are almost no doses of it. Certainly not enough to ship over to Africa and give to everyone afflicted, or even give to the people most likely to pull through.

And it got me thinking about the whole "lifeboat question" aspect of the thing. (From the old discussion-generating exercise; I remember doing it in, I think it was Freshman biology?). And I realized - if there were some severe disease that had limited doses of a treatment, and I became infected? I'd probably be on the "expendable" list. And even if I weren't, the honorable thing would probably be to put myself on there. Because I have no one depending on me to care for them, and I don't have a job that's important to national security or is like a medical doctor or anything like that. And that makes me a little sad. (And I would hope that if it came to that, I would have the intestinal fortitude to say, "No, give my dose of the treatment to this woman who has three children depending on her" or "No, give it to this nurse who can help treat others who are infected" or "No, give it to the military strategist who can help plan how better to deal with the situation.")

In kind of a related vein: the so-called "Fukushima 50," the people who volunteered to stay behind and stabilize the reactors after the 2011 earthquake and tsunami. Even though it probably meant a very high risk of cancer or radiation poisoning.

I don't know. It's a strange and perhaps numinous thing to contemplate, going into a situation where you know you face fairly certain death but going anyway, because what you are doing will help others. (In a way, it's a complete opposite of the person who, for example, does a mass shooting as a way to commit "suicide by cop" (or even just commit suicide - by their own hand). The people involved die, but the motivation is so different.)

And yeah, I know firefighters and police and military face this every day (a friend of mine has a son who's a sheriff's deputy, and she talks about how they hate and dread "domestic" cases, because they are such unstable situations that can turn deadly for anyone involved very fast). But somehow that seems different to me - maybe that there's a more random aspect, that yeah, that burning building might collapse on you but it most likely won't, whereas going in to stabilize a compromised reactor means with certainty you will get a big dose of radiation.

This kind of thing is part of why I don't like dystopian novels. While I'd argue there's great honor in choosing to lay down your life to make sure others were safer, it's still not something I particularly like to contemplate.

It's Friday again

* Yesterday was one of those days I don't like, just because of schedule: I gave an exam in both my classes (two sections of the same class) and then pretty much did little else but grade it (roughly 65 exams). Then I taught my afternoon class. Then it was AAUW meeting.

* At least the exams are graded so I don't have that hanging over me to do. (But I have another one to write this weekend, and some research stuff to do).

* Apparently we were lucky in terms of the storms. Dallas got hit really badly and a lot of people are without power. We just got about a half hour of extremely heavy rain and some lightning. I was worried about hail because my car was "out" (not garaged) during the storm, but we didn't get any hail.

* I did also get my flu shot, so that's done. Just the basic one (I guess they don't do quadrivalent for younger people) but my arm is still a little sore.

*I have the Queen Chrysalis standing on my coffee table; she is looking reproachfully (Well, as much as she can, without eyes) at me. I want to get back to working on her but I have a lot of other things to do.

Thursday, October 02, 2014

My granddad's poem

I know I mentioned this before, but I have a poem - that was actually published in a real magazine and everything - that my grandad wrote (You can see it here, in .pdf form.

It always makes me smile when my eye falls on it. (I have a printout of it stuck on my filing cabinet right next to my desk. I keep thinking I should print a "good" copy on archival paper and frame it and put it up in my house somewhere, maybe near my piano).

I think part of the reason it makes me happy is that it's another view of my granddad, whom I barely knew (he died when I was 8; I mostly knew him as an old man who wasn't well much of the time).

But I think part of the reason is that I see it, and I see the promise it holds: My granddad, who did so many different jobs (salesman for Steinway, newspaperman, ran a small resort) also had a creative side and could make stuff like that poem. (Okay, maybe it's not a *great* poem but it is also not bad, in my estimation).

And it gives me hope that maybe, if I let myself not be too weighed down by grading or planning future research, I could do something like that.

Now, granted, I will never have a granddaughter who will run across anything I wrote and be charmed by it (I'm not sure that the blog is particularly charming most days, and certainly is not something one can print out and post on a file cabinet). But I like it because it's a little piece of him I still have. (Along with my piano, and along with the Columbia Encyclopedia of Literature that he passed on to me - it was his set, when he was a student at Columbia in the teens or twenties).


And it makes me think about my family, and about how much has changed in the generations. Both my parents are scientists, I became a scientist. (My brother has a degree in Mathematics but these days uses his second Master's - in Divinity - much more). My dad's dad earned a BA in, I think, English? I don't even know if my dad's mom went to college or not - she did work for a time at Marshall Field's as a clerk but that was in an era when a good high school diploma was enough (or even more than enough). She quit when she married my grandfather.

My mom's parents, neither of them went to college. My grandma left school in 10th grade to marry my grandpa (so she could "get off the farm," as her answer to one of her daughters once went). My grandpa was an accountant in a lumber camp, but I don't think he had any education beyond high school for that - maybe some on the job training, but that was it.

It's interesting to me how much the expectations changed in a generation. And what was it about my mom that made her the first in her family to go to college - and not just complete it, but earn an advanced degree?  And what encouraged my father to go into the sciences - he started off wanting to be an analytical chemist but switched to geohydrology after reading that the average age-at-death for analytical chemists was 45 (I am sure it is much higher now, and those were probably "old" numbers by the time he read them).

It's clear to me why I became a scientist: following my mom around in the garden, having her tell me about bugs and plants and birds. And my dad taking us on trips to National Parks when we were kids. And also, my parents had the attitude of, if they didn't know something, they said, "Well, let's try to figure it out together" (Unlike "How should I know?" which I've heard come out of sit-com parents' mouths, so I figure that must be sometimes a real-world response). I remember my mom going out and buying a book about spiders because my brother and I had questions about them and she felt like she didn't know enough about them to adequately answer.

And you know? Of all the pro-education stuff our parents did, that may have been the subtlest but one of the most important: if you don't know something, don't just shrug and go "meh," go find out. That it's worth knowing, it's worth caring about.  And of course, the library was a HUGE thing.

And deep breaths

After a little password weirdness, I was able to access both Blogger and my e-mail at work.

Here's hoping this is the last time I have to deal with this stuff. (I can't see my third .gmail account on the Google dashboard, but as that one's just a backup account, I decided "don't mess with it because it might break something else" is the way to go)

I give an exam today, which means Invigiliating Knitting. I started (just barely, two rows of ribbing) the front of the vest because the gift-mitts were at a point that required more concentration (dealing with the thumb gusset). This is just simple knitting I don't have to look at, which is an operational necessity when invigilating.

I also get my flu jab today - they're doing an on campus clinic for faculty. I always get a flu shot anyway - the last time I got the flu, 20 or so years ago, it hung on and on and turned into asthmatic bronchitis and I wound up having to go on a theophylline inhaler for a while and I don't want to repeat that. (Theophylline makes me shake like a chihuahua that's had a venti latte, and it also makes me cranky).

And I got to thinking: with all the Ebola fears, and the fact that the early symptoms of the flu and Ebola look similar - well, unless these two cases turn out to be monumentally isolated and no one else flies in who turns out to have it, there may well be some panic and some unnecessary isolation of people during flu season. And frankly, that's a mess I'd rather miss.

I remember when H1N1 was the "WAGD" issue, we were all quietly asked to write "action plans" of how we would finish our classes (online, mostly) if the campus had to shut down because of mass infection. I wonder if we're going to be asked to do that again this year. (If I can still find my plan in my computer files, I can just dust it off).

I also remember the "flu or flu like illness" waiting area at Campus Health (this was back when I was getting allergy shots weekly) and how it seemed very close to the "non flu like illness" waiting area....some systems aren't set up for dealing with something very contagious (or, not unusually contagious but dire if you caught it)

I don't know. I read "The Hot Zone" and I know a bit of epidemiology, so I admit I'm not happy with the fact that someone flew in here, was infected, showed up at the hospital telling them "I've been to Liberia" and got sent back home for two days and that now they're figuring out the circle of people this individual may have had contact with. ("And they tell two friends, and they tell two friends, and so on, and so on" as the old shampoo ad went).

(I will say I think the enterovirus, that may or may not be causing polio-like symptoms in some kids and severe respiratory issues in others, is more of a concern, because we seem to know less about how it's spread and how to deal with it. Not that I'd be likely to get that - but you never know, at one time they were saying asthmatic adults should be cautious).

I will say from what I've read, handwashing is still a good idea in this case. Not sure how long the virus lives outside of humans but I'm sure that's been researched. (Update: CDC says "up to six days" on a surface under "ideal" conditions. Wow. That's longer than I thought. Okay then)

I mean, if I had some kind of elective surgery scheduled at Texas Pres., I'd be canceling it out of an excess of concern, but I'm thinking there's no need to curtail grocery runs to Sherman. (Some might disagree with me, I don't know). But still, I'm not happy the disease made it here, and especially not happy that the guy was essentially telegraphing I THINK I MIGHT HAVE EBOLA and they still sent him home, where maybe his family got exposed.