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I’ve talked about this before. Everyone should read this especially women and even more especially adolescent women. It advocates listening to your “sixth sense” of impending peril. It also discusses sending unambiguous messages with regard to dating.
Go buy it today!
While you are the bookstore (or online) buy a copy of the second testament:
“Blink” by Malcolm Gladwell.
This book and it is a great compliment to “The Gift of Fear.”
Following me into the store was a short, thin, saccharine blonde carrying on a short, thin saccharine conversation on her cellphone.
I had stopped to use the ATM so she was ahead of me in check-out line. She never spoke a word to the clerk but continued her conversation throughout the entire transaction. She then asked another employee where the bathroom was (I guess she was going to use the gum as a suppository?) but was still on the same call when she walked back to the restrooms.
I was going to break my rule of "never talk to anyone, anyone, anyone" and mention how rude it was that the woman never got off the DogGamn phone long enough to acknowledge the clerk while carrying on the briefest human interaction. The reason I did not break my rule is that the clerk was talking on HIS cellphone the entire time during the transaction with me. And in a foreign language.
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The second best Easter was April 1, 1991, in
*In doing research for this post I discovered that Kiwanis are not birds indigenous to
New Zealandbut instead an organization which took the name of a Native American word roughly translated as "we have a good time – we make noise" and was founded in to distribute Christmas basketballs to the poor children. * Detroit, Michigan
The troubles of 1991 ('the troubles' comes from an Irish phrase referring to anytime the shite hits the pub) started when several intrepid egg hunting children were, as quoted in the Anchorage Daily News, "lost in the woods and stuck in punchy, waist-deep snow. Others were complaining of frozen fingers and toes."
The Kiwanisians requested aid with a general child round-up. The aid came in the person of the highly decorated Officer Fred Jones.
Fred Jones walked through the woods into progressively deeper snow. Anyone who has walked in waist-deep snow knows that it puts one at a significant disadvantage when confronted by a local moose. Anyone who has seen a moose in the summer and wondered why the aforementioned Jesus had given it long spindly legs would understand in the winter.
So a moose, attracted either by the eggs, the noise of the children, the cracking of tasty branches as adults, children, and one police officer tramped through the snow, or perhaps looking for another moose with which to have a little back-alley love approached Officer Jones.
Officer Jones tried to move away from the moose and to scare the moose away with the traditional police warning "Freeze, Moose! Step away from the eggs!"
There are not any "No Moose Left Behind" government programs to educate the moose in English, so the moose instead charged toward Officer Jones.
Being stuck in the snow and unable to free himself to avoid being trampled, Officer Jones took the only action available to him at the time.
Officer Jones unholstered his service handgun and proceeded to, in front of hundreds of horrified children, blast away at the moose. Irreparably perforated, the moose fell and bled out into the snow as children fled and cried in shock.
Luckily no people were hurt in the dramatic daylight shootout and a charity was able to salvage the moose meat to feed its congregation.
Children at the event never forget that Easter. They still sing the familiar Anchorage Easter song: "Here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail, hippity hoppity – wait, it's Officer Fred Jones! Blam Blam Blam Blam!"
It should be noted that the next year Officer Fred Jones decided to take leave during Easter and was out of town on the day of the Kiwanis Easter Egg Hunt and Rotisserie Moose Bake-Off.
And that, boys and girls, is the story of the second greatest Easter ever.
Please pass the jellybeans!
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She has a great Easter cartoon!
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there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
their finest art
Boy's 911 Call Ignored as Mom Dies, Family Says
By David Runk, ABCNews.com
DETROIT (April 7) — A 5-year-old boy called 911 to
report that his mother had collapsed in their apartment, but an operator told him he should not be playing on the phone, and she died before help arrived.
The family of Sherrill Turner, 46, does not know whether a swifter
response could have saved her life, but relatives want to know why the operator apparently treated the call as if it were a prank.
Police said the 911 response was under investigation.
Turner's son, Robert, placed two calls to 911 after his mother collapsed Feb. 20 on the kitchen floor. During one of the calls, an operator said: "You shouldn't be playing on the phone."
In a tape of the call, parts of which were broadcast by Detroit-area television stations, the operator said: "Now put her on the phone before I send the police out there to knock on the door and you gonna be in trouble."
In an audio of the tape played on TV, some of what the boy says is unintelligible.
Delaina Patterson, the eldest of Turner's 10 children, said police did
not arrive until three hours later. She said only Robert and his mother were home at the time.
Detroit police spokesman James Tate said it was at least an hour before authorities arrived, but he said he did not have details.
By that time, the boy's mother had died, he said.
"The operator may have believed he was playing on the phone," Tate said.
Police Chief Ella Bully-Cummings said it was important not to rush to judgment.
"If disciplinary action is recommended following the completion of the
investigation, then that is the course that will be taken," she said.
The 911 operator remains on the job amid the investigation, Tate said.
04-08-06 11:43 EDT
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Anyone have any hints or tips ?
It's a little therapeutic; I can get into a zone and listen to a book or whatever and get lost in the detail work. It's all pretty amateurish so far but every one gets better. Here are the things I've made so far in the order in which they were made.
I guess I understand the need to be weird. And I guess I could understand how it could add complexity to a certain type of lovemaking (although it seems an unnecessary addition, but that' s just me).
But I hate watching someone play with their new tongue piercing or clicking it against their teeth. It's not a "fingernails on the chalkboard" reaction like my wife would have to someone hitting their teeth with a fork. I've been known to tap my front teeth repeatedly with a fork to irritate people. Not to irritate my wife though, I'm not stupid.
Plus I'm scared of the pain of getting my tongue pierced. And infection. And loss of proper enunciation.
And I'm something of a spaz (my lovely wife thinks so, at least) so I can see this happening:
And that's just plain embarrassing at the ER.
Oh and check out Tricia's blog. I don't now if she has any piercings but you could ask!
It’s a group of officers and dispatchers who receive special training and have special interest in helping meet the needs of mental health consumers.
Understanding that officer safety comes first, the “tactical approach” (tasers, hobbles, etc.) to dealing with unreasonable subjects is not always the best method of dealing with mentally ill folks.
Plus a good CIT dispatcher can smooth the way for officers or even eliminate the need for officer response. In my agency we feel lucky to have been given the training but there is no additional pay for being a member of the team. This means that the folks active in the team are dedicated to spending their own extra time with these folks.
It’s just good customer service too. Since most folks will either have a mental crisis in their lives or have a close friend or family member have mental issues, it makes sense that we get training in how to best deal with folks in crisis.
Also, no one particularly wants to shoot and kill a mentally ill subject. It looks bad and it’s a lot of stress for the officer doing the shooting.
Anyway, last week I taught a 5 hour class on the basics of assisting mental health consumers to our new dispatch academy. One of the areas I researched in advance was “self-injury,” “self-harm,” or “cutting.”
The CIT leader happened to see my cutting section (complete with a multimedia presentation) and offered (flattered me into) giving a longer lecture about cutting at the advanced CIT training this summer. Wahoo!
Oh wait, there’s all the work getting ready.
Cutting fascinates me more than ever now that I've done a lot of reading on the subject. This is a huge deal.
While not a diagnosis in itself, cutting can be indicative of lots of mental problems: borderline personality disorder, depression, etc. And all the cool kids are doing it.
Cutting isn’t about suicide; it’s about coping.
Some of us deal with their daily stresses or the stresses of adolescence, grief, abuse, mental illness, etc., by drinking alcohol, smoking cigarettes, taking drugs, over-eating, or (I’ve only heard) exercise.
Others cope by cutting, burning, pulling hair, biting, and otherwise causing themselves harm. It’s like a pressure release. Quotes from cutters include:
“… It gives me a sense of control. I get to be in charge of how much I bleed and how much pain I feel. Sometimes I feel it’s the only thing in my life I have control over…”
I wonder how the crimes against children detectives do it, looking at abuse victim's pictures all day long. I guess they get the satisfaction of putting the bad guys in jail.
You don't put someone who cuts in jail. You often don't put them in a hospital. If the injuries are not life threatening and they pose no danger to others, cutters have the same rights as you and I. They don't put smokers in jail. They don't put alcoholics in jail. They don't put fat people in jail (thank goodness!).
I'm thankful that for all the little problems I have, including a little "mentally ill lite," cutting is not an obsession/compulsion/addiction I have. I have nothing but sympathy for those who cut.
I wish them the environment and the support where they can stop harming themselves, even if it's a sort of release of tension to them. As a CIT dispatcher I can at least understand and teach my fellow CIT members to not judge the consumers with numerous scars and instead provide them whatever service we are there to provide with as little additional stress as possible.
Anyone out there with cutting stories? Anything you want me to share with my crew this summer?