There are few things in the world that annoy me more than liars and propagandists.
(UPDATE: As the updated image would indicate, I’ve had a change of heart about the BlueNC blog, and can no longer recommend it in good conscience. See here.)
Welcome BlueNC community members. I was a little surprised at the welcome and the link love on the front page there, so let me first say, “Thank you”.
Have a look around. There’s a section on the right side bar called “Some Personal Favorites” that contains some things I’ve written that are… well… personal favorites. There’s some information about me and this blog here on this post. The Incident of the Red Dress is documented mostly under the tag Aunt Helen, if you’re interested in seeing me in a dress. I hope you are brave. The deep background on that incident is over at UDoJ.
That ought to keep you busy for a while, so pull up a chair and relax. Feel free to get half lit and post a comment. Say hello.
For the rest of you who happen by here from time to time, I’ve recently reacquainted myself with Thomas Brock’s blog, called Bloviations, and a link there led me to BlueNC, a community political blog. I’ve been reading there to become more familiar with the political scene here in my little corner Down East.
You might have also noticed I’ve done a little rearranging to accommodate the Atheist Blogroll (bottom of the left sidebar) a little better, and I’ve added a few blogs to the Monkeysphere.
Afarensis is a great anthropology blog at ScienceBlogs, and Bob O’H has moved Deep Thoughts and Silliness onto the Nature network. I found out that Dr. Gary Hurd has a blog to which he occasionally posts, and you might take a moment to visit Stones and Bones and encourage him to write a little more often.
From whence came the art:
That visual commentary on the BlueNC blog is my own work on their logo, and would fall under fair use.
Look out, he now has a blog:
The point of this blog is to document the illogic of modern argumentative discourse. Of particular focus are the arguments of pseudoscience and the nuances of First Amendment rights.
Please go welcome W. Kevin Vicklund to the blogosphere.
I meant to point this out, but it was during the hiatus so I forgot. I’m blaming age and the pain meds as my cop-out.
Each year without fail, my wife and daughter participate in the local Relay For Life. It’s a 24 hour walk-a-thon to raise money for the American Cancer Society.
The Jacksonville Daily News spoke to Kayla for their feature article on the Relay this year.
Kayla was devastated when her grandmother was diagnosed with cancer in 2003. Kayla, a White Oak High School sophomore who was in middle school at the time, remembers trying to stay strong. She couldn’t see her grandma often because of the distance. Kayla lived in Pennsylvania, her grandmother lived in Kentucky. And soon after the diagnosis, Kayla and her family moved to Jacksonville.
I’m very proud of my daughter for taking time out of her very busy teenage life to participate each year. I’m glad she’s trying to be part of the solution.
While I was puking my guts up from poison-by-peanut-butter, I wasn’t taking my meds. I didn’t figure there was much point.
Discontinuation of Treatment with Cymbalta:
Discontinuation symptoms have been systematically evaluated in patients taking Cymbalta. Following abrupt discontinuation in MDD placebo-controlled clinical trials of up to 9-weeks duration, the following symptoms occurred at a rate greater than or equal to 2% and at a significantly higher rate in Cymbalta-treated patients compared to those discontinuing from placebo: dizziness; nausea; headache; paresthesia; vomiting; irritability; and nightmare.
During marketing of other SSRIs and SNRIs (serotonin and norepinephrine reuptake inhibitors), ther have been spontaneous reports of adverse events occurring upon discontinuation of these drugs, particularly when abrupt, including the following: dysphoric mood, irritability, agitation, dizziness, sensory disturbances (e.g., paresthesias such as electric shock sensations), anxiety, confusion, headache, lethargy, emotional lability, insomnia, hypomania, tinnitus, and seizures. Although these events are generally self-limiting, some have been reported to be severe.
Patients should be monitored for these symptoms when discontinuing treatment with Cymbalta. A gradual reduction in the dose rather than abrupt cessation is recommended whenever possible… blah blah blah.
I started taking the meds again. I hope I feel better soon. My family knows where I sleep.
The heavy hand of Mark, the head of the McCarthy Censorship Board at WordPress has now silenced me, too.
Not for objectionable content, there is none on my blog, but for speaking up for the girls.
I have been de-listed.
Mark is obviously on a power-trip. Seems to be a lot of that going around lately.
On a brighter note, he’s stopped blocking the girls on the friend surfer.
I’m happy for them, but it’s a small victory.
Janie was just checking, and all the posts have now disappeared from the erotica tag (only two very recent ones are there, apparently added after the purge by Mark and WordPress’ McCarthy Censorship Board).
We can now only assume that Mark has suddenly decided to go on a Holy Crusade against erotic literature on all blogs, and we are apparently the cause because we mentioned the tag when we were bitching about being blacklisted.
For that, we are truly sorry.
But please, don’t just stop writing it, don’t roll over and just accept his whimsical crusade.
Do everything you can to stop the WordPress Purge.
Post the graphics, make your own, blog about it, comment about it on other blogs, email WordPress Support and tell them how unhappy you are about these McCarthy era tactics of censorship in 2007.
Do not allow WordPress to continue censoring our blogs.
This must stop now.
Look at the folks showing up for dinner tonight!
We were too slow to sign up, and missed the 150 person limit.
Coturnix has set up a links and live blogging page for the conference, so don’t forget to keep an eye on that! See what all your favorite bloggers in attendance are talking about, and hopefully find some great new science blogs to add to your list of favorites.
Reed Cartwright is escorting Professor Steve Steve to the conference, so now Janie’s really bummed we’re missing it.
We’ll be keeping our eye out for insteresting tidbits to pass along to you, though.
Go over to Pharyngula, and read No Regrets Like Christmas Regrets
I’m not even sure what to say about this. A masterful example of literary excellence. This is without a doubt the single most moving piece of self-reflection I have read in a very long time.
Woe be unto him who, like me, assumed that P.Z. Myers’ only writing gift was the sledgehammer of in-your-face piss-off-I-am-not-amused ranting.
I admit it. It brought more than one tear to my eyes. It cut very close to the bone, my father being a carpenter and my having made a similar careless remark in my youth, with similar results.
I also share the nagging guilt for that thoughtlessly cruel remark, though my father is still alive.
Kudos, Dr. Myers. I doubt I could have ever expressed myself nearly as well as you have here. You have “waxed damned near poetic”, to borrow Janie’s phrase.
I suppose we all knew this was going to happen. This is what happens when science and reality are beholden to politics.
Before I can even get this blog set up…
Did you know I was mentioned in Nature? Well, sort of.
I was looking at the numbers for UDoJ a few minutes ago, and noticed a bit of a spike on November 3rd. So, just curious as to which posts in particular caused that spike, I discovered that we had been bookmarked by Declan Butler, Senior Reporter for Nature. How did this happen, you ask? I’ll take you through it.