Well, this just gave me a headache watching, but I have to admit it is kind of neat looking.
Archive for 2002
Well, face transplants are something that I’ve never thought about before, but it makes sense. I’m not entirely sure why there would be an ethical issue involved, but apparently people would be willing to to receive a face transplant, but not donate one (I assume after death). Personally, let them take my face when I’m dead. Why waste such a beautiful piece of art :-)?
Okay, first of, ew, ew, EW! I just have this image of me, strolling along a path someplace, slipping down the side of the hill, and ending up in a field of spiders, kind of like this one. I think my little heart would stop right then and there.
Now here is a funny little commentary on Self Regulation of the meat industry.
Okay, this smacks of some bad 70’s apocalyptic movie where scientists, trying to create some controllable experiment, ends up killing everyone involved. Oh, wait, that’s just one of Micheal Crictons books (pick a book, any book). This is actually kind of neat, but it will open up a whole bunch of ethical questions that I’m not sure most people are ready to think about.
I’ve had two trips to the operating room to fix an irregular heart beat, both were one day procedures involving a technique called catheter ablation. Although not a hundred percent effective, it seems to have alleviated the majority of the problems. I remember the day after my first surgery, walking around the the recovery floor with my IV in tow and seeing a guy who looked just miserable. Turns out he had had a multiple bypass surgery and they had to crack his chest open. He was going to be in recovery for weeks. Now technology can (potentially) reduce the discomfort and time spent in the hospital. This type of robot assist the surgeon. Is there a better application for technology?
One of the reasons I am against the death penalty is that mistakes happen. Case in point, Bernard Webster who was convicted of rape 20 years ago and was recently exonerated based on a recent DNA test. If he had been executed for the accused crimes, there probably wouldn’t have been any reason to catch the real criminal (as was also done by the test) in addition to executing an innocent person.
It was quiet. I was at that stage where my mind started to drift into sleep and the dreams would come, unbound, like a waterfall. In some forgotten corner on my awareness, I felt the warm breath of Aggie as she lay there, curled up in a ball, between my feet. As the dreams intruded further into my awareness, I could feel here shift and move. I became more awake as I sensed her slide off the bed and knew that she had rested her two front paws on the floor and was savoring a long stretch. Then I heard her growl. It was a low, quiet rumble reserved for those occasions she wasn’t quiet sure what she sensed. I came fully awake and opened my eyes but not moving my body or alter my breathing in case someone was in the house (the ninja that I am). In the darkness I could see Aggie walking slowly towards the bedroom door, her black form outlined by the dimmed light from the dining area. She moved closer to the door and peered out into the hall. I felt my heartbeat raising because I could tell by the way she walked that something was out there. Images of buglers or the evil undead (is there good undead?) flashed across my mind as I tried to control my breathing. Aggie walked slowly out of the the hall, into the living room, and growled louder. Then there was movement and Aggie barked furiously (fearfully?) and ran back, my heart-rate doubled and I sat up quickly. Then there was more barking, from Dash. Who was in the living room. On the chair. Apparently Aggie had seen him laying there and hadn’t realized it was him. It took about 15 minutes for her to stop shaking, while Dash looked on, wondering what had happened. Stupid dogs.