Saturday, June 30, 2007

Better Late Than Never....It's a GIRL!

So after much anticipation, the blessed event FINALLY came. At 0818 this morning the youngest member of the McDonough brood was born :

Rileigh Elizabeth McDonough
7 lbs 6 oz
21 1/4 inches

Last night around 11:30 Kathy started having her usual peek-a-boo contractions but this time in a matter of 20 minutes she was having them 3 minutes apart and with renewed intensity; so off to the hospital we went. The first 3 hours were the toughest (pre-epidural nerve block) but then it was pretty smooth sailing. by 8am she had achieved maximum mission readiness, and by 0818 it was all over. Mother and baby are doing splendidly and enjoying much needed sleep.




Friday, June 29, 2007

2 Babies Leave...1 Baby Yet to Arrive

Meagan and Kaitlyn left this afternoon and as of 3 minutes ago, landed safely at Newark airport where they will meet their mom and continue their summer vacation by traveling to Cape May, NJ for the week. By far the toughest part of this whole medical school experience has not been the classes or tests, but missing John, Meagan, and Kaitlyn.

Meanwhile, after our false alarm yesterday morning, Kathy's contractions have been playing hide and seek. Today we went to see the doctor and they informed us that all those contractions had served to only dilate her 2 cm. They did however say that if there is no progress by Sunday, they will 'take measures' to induce her. So, I am online looking for pediatric razors in case the baby is a boy I assume he will be shaving at birth given the protracted gestation.

I managed to squeak out an 86 on my pharmacology exam, worse than I thought I did when I left the exam, but I'll take it.

Below are some pictures from the last week.


Thursday, June 28, 2007

Hanging Tough

O.K., as luck would have it there has been no progression in the old labor department. As a matter of fact- while Kathy is still having fairly regular contractions, they are not as intense as they were earlier. I have come to school and am practically biting my thumb at the pregnancy gods daring them to issue forth a baby.(but not until after around noon) Fingers are crossed and I am doing my best to concentrate on Pharmacology while expecting my phone to ring at any moment. I mentioned to Kathy the other day that elephants gestate for 600 some odd days, perhaps there is Pachydermal DNA buried somewhere in the old genome but somehow she failed to see the humor in that.

The perfect scenario here is: I will be able to take my exam then the baby will be arriving shortly thereafter allowing Meagan and Kaitlyn to meet their little brother or sister before having to fly home to New Jersey tomorrow afternoon.

DEFCON 4

Well, it is 0354 and I was awakened about an hour ago with the first reports of regular contractions. They are currently 6 minutes apart and, according to Kathy, "I thought that they would be more unbearable than this." You'll have to forgive her naïveté, this being her first child and all. I'm sure in a matter of a couple hours she will be cursing like a sailor and blaming me for everything from the instability of the Middle East to the death of her first pet hamster.

My daughters are quietly slumbering in the next room as I want to let them sleep as long as possible before dragging them to the hospital with us. The hospital waiting room is devoid of creature comforts like like, for instance, a television, so I'm sure they will appreciate the sleep.

We have drilled for this and know exactly how to respond. I have made a pot of coffee and decided to review my pharmacology notes one last time. I have my exam in exactly 7 hours so we shall see how things go- it should be interesting. On the bright side of being up at this ungodly hour, I am showered and shaved. ( a claim I might not have be able to make later this morning if I wasn't awakened by a laboring wife.) Coffee's done. I will report when the is news. Wish us luck.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Roberta De Steero



You trying to milk me? You trying' to milk me? You trying to milk me? Then who the hell else are you trying to milk.. you trying to milk me? Well I'm the only one here. Who the f#@& do you think you're trying to milk? Oh yeah? OK!

If you haven't seen Taxi Driver with DeNiro then this is not at all amusing.

Monday, June 25, 2007

Ask a stupid question...

Well it's almost time for another test in pharmacology. This Thursday will mark our second exam and it is on a myriad of topics including drugs used in : glaucoma, angina, hypertension, congestive heart failure, diarrhea, nausea, vomiting, gout, local anesthesia and general anesthesia. This one will count for slightly more of our grade than the last one since it covers a lot more material.

As previously reported here however, professors Beedimani(sp?) and Paton are pretty good at explaining concepts and ask pretty succinct questions on their exams. Perhaps the authors of the following questions could have used a bit of advice from our professors to be more specific. Many thanks to John Gilbert for sending me these. They are some of the funniest things I have seen in a while. I admire the students' creativity!








This last one is among my favorites. Imagine the look on McIntosh's* face if he were to grade this gem. I can hear him now (in his wonderful Scottish accent) "MMM....NO!" Those of you who have taken genetics already will remember this concept well- calico kitties are all female.


* Dr. McIntosh is our esteemed professor of genetics here at AUC who has a rather endearing and altogether amusing ability to near emasculate students who let nonsense spew from their mouths. Of this I have first hand knowledge! hehehe

Friday, June 22, 2007

The watched pot NEVER boils!

Well, here we are 9 days past the due date and nary a false alarm! Kathy went to the doctor this morning and was told that according to the latest ultrasound, her due date should have been the 18th....making her only 4 days late. Sounds like revisionist history to me since the whole pregnancy her original OB/GYN did an ultrasound at every visit and never wavered in her original date. Now she is seeing the physician at the hospital that will be delivering the baby (her doc doesn't deliver babies at the hospital). We were all hoping that she would have delivered by now. My daughters are in town until next Friday and are anxiously awaiting the arrival of their baby brother or sister.

Meanwhile, we spent yesterday afternoon at the beach at Mullet Bay and then went swimming some more at the Summit Resort's pool then our little tribe had dinner with Gerri DiCarlo and 'Jersey' Pete at the Thai restaurant. Tonight we will introduce them to the wonders of Lal's Indian food! The girls are enjoying their first week of summer vacation and hanging out with the old man. It really is great having them around.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

I don't give a flying crap / The Philosophy of Pooh

I suppose that no matter how bad you think you have it, you can always find some other poor bastard that has it much worse than you! (by the way, this is about as inspiring as I get, so Deepak Chopra fans may want to click away from this page!)

AT LEAST I WASN'T ON THIS FLIGHT
Click above to watch a quick video report from Reuters news about the worst (non crashing) flight in human history. One man interviewed in the report says, "...I was forced to sit next to human excrement for 7 hours."

A more scathing statement hasn't been uttered since Barbara Walters' answered a reporter's question on what it was like during a long day of taping ABC's hit show The View with co-host Rosie O' Donnell.

Perhaps they should have posted this sign in the bathrooms!---------->


AN UPDATE:
My personal faith in the air transit system is upgraded back up to "pretty damned low" status; because the missing piece of luggage made its prodigal like return today! There is once again joy in Mudville. A kindly baggage handler even delivered it to our apartment. There should be a Hallmark card for the guy who reunites teenage girls with their luggage. Or at least a U2 song. Someone should look into it.


Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Deliver us from evil....

Well, it has been a long 36 hours but I am finally back on the rock with Meagan and Kaitlyn. After some worrisome calls to the airline at 5am we were assured the situation at Princess Juliana Airport was business as usual.
Our flights back here were without event and even arrived, an unheard of, 15 minutes ahead of schedule. Murphy and his unavoidable law wouldn't be denied however, and we were 1 bag short of the full set of three we departed with. Considering the events of the last couple days, a slow to arrive bag is pretty darn good- I'll take that as a win.

I have had less sleep than usual over the past 3 nights and currently it feels as if a team of gremlins are drilling for oil in my skull, but I am happy to be back here safely and with my girls. Kathy was kind enough to forestall the arrival of the baby for another day, in fact methinks she is getting all too good at the keeping-the-baby-in game. This has GOT to be the week! After a shower and a beer or three we will be meeting up with Kathy's parents for their last dinner on the island before their return to the states tomorrow. Bamboo Bernie's here we come.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Where is HELL?

In case any of you were wondering about the specific location of the netherworld, I have solved the mystery. Go to Google Earth and type in the following coordinates: 18°27′00″N 66°04′00″W.

Yes, thats right, hell is alive and well in Puerto F-ing Rico!

Do I sound bitter? Perhaps. It's just that I am sitting at the San Juan airport right now when I should be about 10 minutes from touchdown in Philadelphia where I am supposed to attend my daughter Meagan's graduation ceremony this evening. My day started pretty well actually. I got up this am about ridiculous fifteen (5am) so I could get in another quick scanning of my pathology notes, shower, shave, and then rush over to the airport to check in for my 0950 flight. So far so good. Things went smoothly enough. I showed up on time and pretty much prepared for my monster exam this morning. I zipped through the test like...like..like a man who had a plane to catch! I was finished in about 45mins a pretty brisk pace for 75 questions, but I felt pretty good about it. Kathy was outside waiting to rush me off to the airport ala some rock star that just smashed up the stage. I confidently proceeded through security (with my previously obtained boarding pass) and was about to engage in some window shopping to kill time.


Something on the LCD monitors that display flight information appeared quite troubling even from 40 yards away...Red and Flashing are never talismans for GOOD stuff!
CANCELED.....blink...CANCELED ...blink....CANCELED This is where things turned decidedly NOT GOOD.

Today the Fire Rescue brigade decided that their 3 1/2 hour siestas were just too short and unfair. Since airport management wouldn't give in, they went on some sort of strike. So for safety precautions, they were not allowing 'big' planes to land; hence my plane scheduled to take me to Puerto Rico at 9:50 was not even going to be on the island! After some "trying not to be the ugly American despite obvious lack of customer service" diplomacy on my part I was booked on another flight to PR leaving at 12:15 with a connection leaving for Philly at 2:15. It would be just fine, I would make it to the 6:30 ceremony a tad late perhaps but I'd be there to see my baby get her little diploma in her cap and gown YAY!

But alas the aeronautical gods took a substantial sized dump on terra firma and named it Puerto Rico! Upon arrival somewhere around 1:50 we sat on the tarmac for what felt like forever, and then upon finally arriving at our gate*,
we waited some more. (and by 'gate' I mean a section of asphalt safely out of the 1.5 mile blast radius for the airport, you know, just in case terrorism should strike! ) The ground crew here make the workers on St. Maarten look like a pack of 8 year olds with ADD and a 4 bar-a-day Hershey's habit!

Needless to say, I missed the 2:15 flight. (interesting side note: this particular flight from SJU to PHL, according to USAir, has a 27% on time record...JUST MY LUCK today they are on time)

I wish this were the end of my sad tale of woe ... but... no (I'm rhyming again hehehe)

I somberly approach the USAir ticketing counter and explain my situation and ask to be booked on the next available flight. The nice man tells me I have to go to the American Airlines counter
(which is just about at the other end of the friggin island!) and they have to fix it since they were late. (Pot..Kettle..Black) So I walk, and walk...and.....walk. While I strolled, I made a vow to myself never again to judge too quickly those people I read about in the news who 'thin out the herd' from the top of a bell tower. Now the very friendly, personable, cheery (you smell sarcasm yet?) ticketing agent tells me I have to ......wait for it ........... WALK BACK TO THE US AIR COUNTER!!!!!!

My response (while I don't advocate it as a rule) in this case, was effective: I calmly told her, "Lady , if you tell me to go anywhere else you will wind up having me arrested." I think it was my deadly serious delivery that pushed some evolutionary button of self preservation in the staff , because suddenly they were helpful. Well, helpful in getting me back to Philly 3 hours late; if you consider that sort of thing helpful.

I will finish this tale later.. my flight is FINALLY boarding... now let's hope it doesn't crash.....

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Happy Father's Day

I must apologize; after Mother's day, as some of you pointed out, I neglected to wish a Happy Mother's Day to everyone. Not least among these is Susan McDonough, the mother of John, Meagan, and Kaitlyn. Lest I make that same mistake again, allow me to wish all the fathers, dads, step-dads, pops, daddys, pop-pops, gramps, and grandpas out there a very Happy Father's Day. With special wishes to: Bill P. , John O. , and Bruce M.

This father's day holds special significance for me for 2 reasons. First, I am headed back to the states tomorrow to bring my 2 daughters, Meagan, and Kaitlyn back to visit with us for 10 days! I miss them a ton and can't wait to see them. Secondly, (hopefully) there will be a special delivery arriving soon.

Meanwhile I am still studying for the Opus Magnum of pathology tests tomorrow! No rest for the wicked I guess.

Friday, June 15, 2007

Situation Report...All Quiet on the Pathology Front


15-June-2007
11:12 Zulu
St. Maarten, Netherlands Antilles

Gentlemen, the situation is bleak. Currently we are holed-up in an apartment trying to review intelligence and prepare for what will be our toughest battle to date. We have learned through our operatives that General GarriSims will launch a full attack on 0745 hrs Zulu Monday, 18-June, the likes of which we have yet to endure.

Over the last several weeks of this campaign, we've managed to gain some ground but not without suffering casualties. Most sadly, PFC Social Life, Pvt. Free Time, and Cpl. Othershit Todo are listed as KIA. Cpt. Marital Bliss and Lt. Personal Hygiene have been wounded and shipped out to a combat hospital where thankfully I expect full recoveries and look forward to them rejoining my unit ASAP. We are still awaitng the reinforcements HQ has promised, most notably, Pvt. Noname B. CuzImnotbornyet. They are 2 days overdue and we are getting anxious.

Sadly one of my boys, Sgt. Whythehell DoIneedtoknowthiscrap (he's parents were foreigners) had to be put down with extreme prejudice. It seems after the battle of Random Statistics and Rare Diseases he was a little shell-shocked and ran around the camp trying to stir up a mutiny. I had 2Lt. Ian Glenfiddich put the poor sergeant down by hitting him in the head with a bottle of single malt scotch. Sacrifices must be made!

Our weapons are non-existent. We will be entering the fray Monday basically with only our memories and quick wits to depend on. The key to this victory is to organize the intelligence and out-think Gen. GarriSims. I hope to do just that.

This morning I sensed morale was low so I borrowed from Gen. George S. Patton; I gave the troops what I thought was a stirring and rousing speech. An excerpt is below:

"There is one great thing that you men will all be able to say after this war is over and you are home once again. You may be thankful that twenty years from now when you are sitting by the fireplace with your grandson on your knee and he asks you what you did in the great War of Medical School, you WON'T have to cough, shift him to the other knee and say, 'Well, your Granddaddy shoveled shit in Philadelphia.'

No, Sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say, 'Son, your Granddaddy rode with the Great Third Army and a Son-of-a-Goddamned-Bitch named Vince!"

I think it was effective, as the men seemed ready to eat concertina wire and piss napalm. HOOAH! My boys are battle hardened and eager to crush GarriSims or any other general that Prime Minister Tien throws at us!

Half a semester, half a semester, half a semester onward. Into the valley of Pathos rode the 600(brain cells).

Respectfully yours in combat,

General I. M. Frustrated ('Vince' to my friends)

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Why am I awake?

It is 2am and I am suffering from my usual insomnia. I made the mistake of falling asleep on my couch last night for about 2 hours and when I woke up my circadian clock was fooled into thinking it is now time to be wide awake. So I look forward to being a near zombie later this morning at school. Caffeine, thou art mine only savior!

Yesterday we took the 2nd and final test in the Medical Psychology I course. I felt pretty good about it and expect to have done well. Next up is a monster Pathology II test. There will be about 7 weeks of material on fun topics like: skin, breast, kidney, and both the male and female reproductive organs. There are a surprisingly large number of diseases that can spring up in these organs and an apparently small number of my brain cells that want to remember them. There will be a ton of topics to be tested in what will be only a 75 question exam.

To add a little spice to my test taking, I am scheduled to depart our fair little island immediately, and I do mean immediately after taking the test. I am flying home to attend the 8th grade graduation of my oldest daughter, Meagan. Then only a few short hours later, I am flying back Tuesday morning with both Meagan and my youngest daughter, Kaitlyn. They will be staying with us for 10 days. I am excited about seeing them and spending some time enjoying the island with them. Unfortunately my son, John will not be making this trip because of work, but he did come down in February and we had a great time.

Meanwhile, Kathy's parents arrived Tuesday and will be here until next Wednesday. Last night we spent a low key evening at their resort playing pinochle and enjoying the view from their balcony.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Sunset Stroll Pics and Video



The photos above were taken this evening while on a walk on the golf course. Below is a quick video of a pretty cool sunset. During compression the video got a bit darker but you still get the idea. Click on the pictures for the best view.

4 Quick Pics


Taken from the balcony outside the cafeteria.

Picture of the front of school complete with statue of our (still alive!) founder

Quick! Dial 1-800-NARCISSIST

The Entire St. Maarten Navy off Mullet Bay

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Daddy's Little Girl is Growing Up





This handsome couple is My oldest daughter, Meagan and her date Joe just before her 8th grade dance this weekend. She and her sister Kaitlyn(my youngest for a few more days at least) will be flying back down with me after Meagan's graduation next Monday night. We miss you guys and cant' wait to see you. Just 8 more days!

A Contribution to the Evolutionary Suggestion Box

Well, here we are T-minus 3 days and counting until the manufacturer's recommended due date and nary a pitter-patter to be heard around our house-save, our cats of course. Kathy had a visit with the obstetrician last Wednesday and much to her dismay learned she wasn't dilated at all and the baby was not particularly in launch-ready position. Aside from her suffering from her pregnancy associated affliction, (those who haven't read about it yet can do so here) she is beginning to physically tire from the joys of incubation.

I can't say I blame her. Rather a piss-poor design, in my opinion, to be carrying a tiny human inside your abdomen. With all the back problems, gait dysfunction, bladder issues, and positional compression of large blood vessels- perhaps evolution would have smiled on our species with a rearward facing gestational suite. Kind of a backpack baby. I mean it works for hikers and school students right? You never see someone walking around campus with their books affixed tightly about their midsection do you? Greenpeace voting, tree hugging, LL Bean wearing, and otherwise INSANE mountain hikers conveying their tents, sleeping bags, granola and whatever the hell else they carry are always seen with their cargo behind them. This makes sense to me.
The human spine with its curves is ill-suited to amble about with much weight in front. The ancient Romans figured this out with the design of arches. Evolution has been markedly slower to adopt this principle of physics.

So, for the record, I want to express my empathy and sympathy for my wife and all women who have endured the pain and suffering of carrying a child ventrally.

As the French say, "Vive la Difference!" As any man who has endured lower back pain after__________(insert over ambitious weekend project here) will attest, if it were up to men to carry babies.....

Saturday, June 9, 2007

Dear Double Luck Food Company......


My inner child is a 6th grader that still giggles at stuff like this. I snapped this in the frozen food section of our supermarket yesterday. Perhaps someone should call the DOUBLE LUCK(not if you're porcine) food company's marketing deperartment about considering a name change..just a thought.

Friday, June 8, 2007

I GOTTA CUT ROOSE ...FOOTROOSE!


This just in from the weird news department...In an effort to curb rising obesity in their school aged children, China has instituted mandatory dancing. Apparently there are 7 distinct sets of steps to be performed by schoolchildren between classes and after school. Parents on the other hand are up in arms (I guess up in feet is more appropriate) over this. They cite they are worried about "increases in cases of 'puppy-love' between children; from dancing with the opposite sex. In a country of 1.3 BILLION I suppose getting randy could cause a problem. The other problem parents state is that there are no alternatives to children who may not particularly like to boogie down. One parent states, (and I swear I couldn't make this up) "Activities like cock-fighting and sandbag-tossing could be suitable...". WOW.... Sandbag-tossing?...... Really?..... If this is their idea of a good time no wonder there are are so many people climbing into bed with each other. For the whole story click HERE.

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

860 Non Politically Correct Words...(to be read while listening to The Battle Hymn of the Republic


This post, or rather the ideas expressed here have been a long time coming. There are many things that really bug me about our society, to put it mildly, but occupying a very high rank on that list would be our obsession with Political Correctness.

I don’t know for sure when it started. I’m sure that it has been an insidious process that has eroded away at our dignity for at least a couple of decades. What I am certain of, what I hope many more Americans wake up and realize, is that, IT HAS TO END! Why did this disease rear its ugly head? Who knows? Perhaps it was a misguided attempt to assuage deep seeded guilt or a deranged application of the “Golden Rule”. It could be that some of us are so very insecure that we take comfort at the end of the day knowing we haven’t offended anyone with our big, bad, ugly language. Maybe George Orwell had it right. He used the tern “Newspeak” in his novel 1984. Newspeak was language designed to avoid dissenting thoughts; sort of state imposed mandates for using euphemisms to maintain social order. To me, Newspeak is frighteningly close to political correctness. Whenever it started and whatever the reason, it is evil and does the exact opposite of what PC-ers say it is doing.

PC language does more to isolate people, point out differences, and mask reality; all things PC proponents state it is designed to fight. In an effort to not offend anyone our beloved mother tongue has been assaulted. No longer is it widely acceptable to use words that may offend feminists like fireman, or newsman, or even mankind. These have been replaced by perversions of language. Fire person, news person, and person kind do not exactly roll off the tongue; but they are used in an effort as to not hurt any feelings. Please! This is not limited to gender but other categories of PC as well. When I was growing up I lived next door to a retarded boy, around the corner from a handicapped[1] woman, and mostly our entire neighborhood was poor. I must have been on a different planet however because today I would be forced to say: “mentally challenged boy and physically challenged woman (or my favorite: differently-ableld). My neighbors and I would graduate from poor to 'financially underprivileged' or 'monetarily challenged'. While this flowery language may seemingly make you feel better to say, it is insulting to those it claims to protect. The physically challenged person is just as afflicted as the handicapped or the crippled.

Our language has evolved over hundreds of years borrowing words and phrases from just about every other language. The words we use all evoke a mental picture and some are more vibrant than others. It is supposed to be that way. It gives our language beauty and diversity. When we attempt to euphemize and sanitize our speech it clouds that picture leaving in its place a cold, dull, gray one. I imagine that is the goal in some cases. For instance we see on the news coverage of the war and we hear terms like ‘collateral damage’ or “civilian casualties”. It is easier to hear than “innocent people we killed”. Saying grandma is ‘eternally resting’, ‘passed on’, ‘with the angels now’, or even ‘extremely metabolically challenged” doesn’t make her less dead. Let’s all grow up a little.

My other problem with PC was illustrated 2 months ago with the Don Imus debacle. Those 5 silly syllables[2] he uttered got more media coverage (for over a week) than did the war in Iraq or any one of a thousand more pressing problems plaguing this society. We are absolutely obsessed with language when it comes to race. What he said was, in my opinion, lowbrow, tacky, crude, or even vulgar. Was it a “racist” comment? Well, if racist means that it is language used by a particular race, yes. His particular choice of words is mild compared to what is uttered, grunted, and rapped about in pop culture. This argument has been beaten to death and is beside the point. More to the point is this: What he said were words, just words. Arguably you may make a case for his being a racist. SO WHAT! In our country our fist amendment guarantees us the right to be an idiot. Did advertisers have the right to pull their ads? Yes. Did CBS have the right to fire Don Imus? Yes. But what upsets me is the maelstrom of opinions that bordered on a near frenzy for censorship that is based on a flawed principle.

While the premise of not calling someone names or hurting their feelings is sound advice if you want to be the most popular kid in your kindergarten class, somewhere along the way we got it horribly confused with an unalienable right that needs protection. We all need to step back and heed the other piece of equally sound advice proffered in kindergarten, sticks and stones may break our bones but words can never hurt us… unless of course, they are Politically Correct ones.


[1]The term ‘crippled’ had been forcibly eradicated from my vocabulary when I was a boy. Thanks, Mom

[2]In case you were in a coma or visiting planet Xenon-9 he said, “Nappy headed hoes”

Man of 101 Voices



I came across this on another blog, so I went to You Tube and got it. This guy is pretty good.

(viewing tip: If your Internet connection is slow, after hitting play and it starts, hit pause and let the buffer fill up a bit then hit play-so you can watch it uninterrupted)

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

This Ironic day in History (geeky post alert)

I found it kinda weird that this day, June 5th marked Both the birth of John Maynard Keynes (1883) as well as the death of Ronald W. Reagan (2004). I mean statistically speaking we only have 366 different days so...no big deal, but I think it is kind of ironic.

For those of you who don't remember your macroeconomics class, John Maynard Keynes was the famed British economist that first espoused the ideas of governmental participation in tightly regulating the economy. The Keynesian school of thought is that the government can control factors such as unemployment, inflation, and recessions by adjusting its spending; so-called Demand Side economics. Proponents point to the New Deal era and how successful it was in pulling the country out of the Great Depression almost exclusively from the employment of Keynesian theory.

President Reagan as you may remember employed the opposite theory in his economic policy. He is probably the most famous advocate of this idealism. The policy of 'Laissez faire' ; literally: 'hands-off' dictates that the government should not intervene and simply let the free market set the price of goods and services in addition to providing incentives(tax leniency, rebates etc.) to those who produce goods. This will "trickle down" to the populous and create prosperity from the top-down. This is referred to as Supply Side economics. This is is all, of course, a very very simplistic overview of the ideas but I am sure most of you have clicked on to another page by now and the remainder may be dozing off, so allow this to suffice; but it truly is fascinating stuff.

Those of you who know me, know I can be pretty geeky - especially about all things mathematical. Economics has always been something that fascinated me. But I must admit the more I learn about the subject it seems the less I understand. I do take some solace in the fact that the leaders of the economics world (all of whom are significantly smarter than me) are fractured into several schools of thought on what is the "best" policy.

Monday, June 4, 2007

What do we want? SEX ! When do want it? NOW!


Fresh off the Reuters news wire, workers striking in South Africa have thrown a new issue on to the negotiations table: SEX. (For the whole story click here) In addition to pay and benefits the workers claim that the working conditions are so harsh the men are literally to shagged out to shag! They claim it impacts on their ability to expand their families. What a wonderful precedent this could set. Soon workers around the world could get holidays, sick days, vacation days, personal days, and very personal days. And what of the underprivileged, "if you cannot afford a wife one will be provided to you free of charge." I bet there are a whole gaggle of ACLU lawyers salivating up a storm over this.

This is fairly interesting story and quite timely, given the hotly debated subject of same-sex marriage. In the famous case of Loving vs Virginia, the landmark case that ended racial impediments to marriage, Chief Justice Earl Warren said, "The freedom to marry has long been recognized as one of the vital personal rights essential to the orderly pursuit of happiness by free men." Disregarding his honor's OBVIOUS non sequitur of married and Free men(ask any married man!), Justice Warren raises a good point. Although I seriously doubt anyone will be able to convince a court that your ability to consummate your marriage is infringed upon by hard work, I don't doubt someone will try.

Good old Tom Jefferson scribbled down something about unalienable rights being life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Notice how carefully he chose his words, he said we had the right to pursue happiness not to actually be happy. Thomas Jefferson was a married man.

Coincidence?

I think NOT.


Just kidding dear. :-)

Pictures From the Cliffhanger







Sunday, June 3, 2007

Busy Weekend

Thursday night at the Cliffhanger was a blast as usual. I'm guessing a dozen or so of our classmates were there at one point or another celebrating the end of our pharmacology exam. In my haste to get there before all the celebrating was done, I forgot my camera. However, I hear there are an extremely funny bunch of photos floating about from others that remembered their cameras.I hope to have them by tomorrow (or as Hillary spells it tommorrow).


Friday night Kathy and I attended Sujit's semi-annual barbecue which was fantastic. The food was great and it was capped off by a large group of us caravaning up to Friar's Bay to catch the Full Moon party. This is truly a spectacle to behold. If ever you are ion St. Maarten (technically its Saint Martin- the French side) you need to try to make one. Every full moon that coincides with a weekend there is a huge party at Friar's Bay. There is a restaurant on the beach that sponsors it and it is complete with DJ, live music, fire-dancers, a gorgeous moon-lit beach, and a giant bonfire that is lit at midnight. Since I am getting old and Kathy is 9 months pregnant, we were both yawning by about 1am so we left pretty early. These young kids and their crazy beach parties!

Last night, Kathy and I enjoyed what I guess will be our last dinner out alone for some time. Upon recommendations from several people, we went to Mario's Bistro in Marigot. The food is great and the atmosphere is very cool. We had a table that was right on the water, and thanks to some underwater lights installed we had our very own live aquarium show. If you happen to make it there, may I suggest the pistachio encrusted fillet of tilapia- it was superb. Apparently we were not the only ones with the idea to go to Mario's; we saw the DiCarlo's entertaining Gerri's parents who are in town and another couple of AUC students there as well.

Rounding out this exceptionally socially active weekend, we will be meeting up with the DiCarlos at Sopranos restaurant for dinner and them coming home to watch the penultimate episode of the Sopranos. It's kind of a theme night (Gerri's idea). Hopefully none of us will get whacked leaving the restaurant. Requests have already been made to keep our little bundle of joy incubating until at least 10pm tonight.

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