I drove past the giant fans just west of Dekalb on Sat. Spinning away. Facing into the wind and no way to store that power when the wind dies down. I couldn't help but wonder how much of that wind power was being lost to friction.
If you're the praying kind, prayers for our oldest for a quick recovery would be appreciated. Complications, complications, but fortunately not the worst kind. (That was ruled out with a blood draw this morning in a room of grave-faced medical people who I noticed at the time were careful not to mention what they were testing for until after they got back the results. Which were negative. Thank God for that.)
Freeman, I know the fear that goes through you when your child has complications and they test further. My pediatrician made the mistake of telling me they were testing for leukemia, because my son's spleen and liver were enlarged and his WBCs were so high, after contracting the measles, from the measles innoculation. I almost fainted. Luckily the tests came back negative.
I'm happy that your child's tests came back negative for whatever they were testing for. Hoping that your oldest will soon be back up and running.
Good luck, Freeman Hunt. Play some happy music-- maybe banjo if you like it (I do). Steve Martin once observed that it's almost impossible to feel bad with a banjo.
The next time garage or AnUnreasonableTroll or some phony folksy want to run the Alinsky line that fears of the government and the Lefties are just paranoid, run this one past them, "We have to break through our kind of private idea that kids belong to their parents".
My worst "kill the architect" moment was in UW hospital - the most deliberately disorienting and inhuman building I've even been in. Makes having an infant in intensive care a joy.
Bob R said... My worst "kill the architect" moment was in UW hospital - the most deliberately disorienting and inhuman building I've even been in. Makes having an infant in intensive care a joy.
You're telling me, Bob R. I've been there once, thankfully not for a sick kid, and hope to never, ever return.
Hooray! We went from eight days of 103-105.4 temperatures when not on ibuprofen to 99-100 this morning. He looks and feels much better today. Thank you so much to everyone who prayed for him. And, of course, thanks be to God.
(Turned out to be hepatitis, likely viral, with a rash identical to scarlet fever.)
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I changed my mind: kill the architects first, then kill the lawyers.
.. I felt like the canary in a coal mine.
Picking up the first noxious scent of what?
"... I felt like the canary in a coal mine."
Whose's your CO?
I used to work with this older, tall and lanky guy. Talkative salesman. You know the type.
He said that when he was in the Army they'd march with the shortest guy in the lead.
The idea was that short guys have legs that rub together so they'd be the first to give out and then everybody else could take a break.
"But you had to be real careful because some of those little guys could go on forever."
There's a genetically-engineered canary joke in there, somewhere.
I drove past the giant fans just west of Dekalb on Sat. Spinning away. Facing into the wind and no way to store that power when the wind dies down.
I couldn't help but wonder how much of that wind power was being lost to friction.
I felt like the canary in a coal mine.
That's another good question. Is the organic matter being subsumed under the continental plates being turned into coal and oil?
Looks like a prison.
Entropy always eventually wins. Always. You might stave it off for a while, but S can wait until the end of time if need be. Can you?
Apparently there are no coal mines in the Canary...Islands.
If you're the praying kind, prayers for our oldest for a quick recovery would be appreciated. Complications, complications, but fortunately not the worst kind. (That was ruled out with a blood draw this morning in a room of grave-faced medical people who I noticed at the time were careful not to mention what they were testing for until after they got back the results. Which were negative. Thank God for that.)
He's acting as though he feels much better today, so that's good. Should make a full recovery if all goes well.
And thank goodness for this place that keeps a mind busy in the downtime in the meantime.
Oh dear, Freeman, my prayers are with you indeed.
Was this the grand opening of the building?
Freeman Hunt said...
If you're the praying kind, prayers for our oldest for a quick recovery would be appreciated
There's nothing scarier than a sick child. Prayers.
or a school for our children.
Thanks for alerting us, Freeman!
Freeman, I know the fear that goes through you when your child has complications and they test further. My pediatrician made the mistake of telling me they were testing for leukemia, because my son's spleen and liver were enlarged and his WBCs were so high, after contracting the measles, from the measles innoculation. I almost fainted. Luckily the tests came back negative.
I'm happy that your child's tests came back negative for whatever they were testing for. Hoping that your oldest will soon be back up and running.
First to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect
Your sensibilities are blinded by the slightest defect.
(Love that song)
Freeman, done. Hope it's all just an unpleasant memory in a couple days.
You got it Freeman.
Do they use canaries in alternative/sustainable energy institutes?
Wait, I get it. We are the canaries.
They put it across the street from a church. Well played.
Albert Speer is still working?
Have no fear, the nice man in the green jacket will let you alight on his shoulder and he will carry you home.
Hang in, Freeman, and best to the little guy.
Good luck, Freeman Hunt. Play some happy music-- maybe banjo if you like it (I do). Steve Martin once observed that it's almost impossible to feel bad with a banjo.
Before I started back going to church, the only time I prayed was when my kids were sick.
Freeman, I prayed for yours.
Speaking of coal mines and such, Colt is moving from CT to TX, which is probably about 125 years overdue.
edutcher said...
Speaking of coal mines and such, Colt is moving from CT to TX, which is probably about 125 years overdue.
Goods news, edutcher. CT's tax base should keep eroding until they come to their senses.
Stay positive, Freeman. The force is strong with you.
The next time garage or AnUnreasonableTroll or some phony folksy want to run the Alinsky line that fears of the government and the Lefties are just paranoid, run this one past them, "We have to break through our kind of private idea that kids belong to their parents".
Thank you, everyone!
Same here Freeman... lets hope for the best.
Have no fear, the nice man in the green jacket will let you alight on his shoulder and he will carry you home.
Who's in Augusta? Is it time for the Masters'?
Since when did you guys do a tour of Pelican Bay?
Oh... didn't read far enough in the comments. Freeman, my prayers for your son and your family!
My worst "kill the architect" moment was in UW hospital - the most deliberately disorienting and inhuman building I've even been in. Makes having an infant in intensive care a joy.
Bob R said...
My worst "kill the architect" moment was in UW hospital - the most deliberately disorienting and inhuman building I've even been in. Makes having an infant in intensive care a joy.
You're telling me, Bob R. I've been there once, thankfully not for a sick kid, and hope to never, ever return.
And Freeman, your son is in our prayers.
Now I've got that song in my head.
Thoughts and prayers for the Hunt Family, especially your eldest.
Wisconsin Energy Institute? Are they working on cold fusion or something?
Prayers for the Hunt family.
Looks like a prison. A very modern, shiny prison.
Chip Ahoy needs to photoshop in the farting unicorns.
(You know...I keep referring to the Obama Unicorn Farts Energy Plan.)
Hey Freeman, my prayers are with you and your family.
How's he doing today, Freeman?
Hooray! We went from eight days of 103-105.4 temperatures when not on ibuprofen to 99-100 this morning. He looks and feels much better today. Thank you so much to everyone who prayed for him. And, of course, thanks be to God.
(Turned out to be hepatitis, likely viral, with a rash identical to scarlet fever.)
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