It’s done. Diane and I have signed a lease for a duplex in Pratt. We spent yesterday looking for places and, after inspecting several places, finally found one we liked. It has significantly more space than our current duplex in Manhattan, and will end up being much more functional.
Last night we watched The Diplomat. It wasn’t a bad movie, but there wasn’t exactly a payoff. The Blu-ray was divided into two parts, and it was only once we got it back to the house that we realized it was a British TV production. I thought the movie was over once the first part was over, and it was disappointing to have to watch the second half.
Lucas, Christopher and I watched Tron: Legacy today at the theater. None of us had seen the original. I can say that it was much better than what I expected, having heard very disparaging things about it. Olivia Wilde‘s performance was a pleasant surprise. The value was in the effects, certainly, as the plot wasn’t exactly compelling.
Since we were entertained and intrigued by the sequel, we watched the original Tron this evening. That movie was silly, though would have been an enjoyable watch when I was in junior high.
I’m scheduled to start recording tomorrow with Andy. Looking forward to it.
Phil Plait ran this story yesterday on his Bad Astronomy blog. It’s a pointer to a great summary of the science of anthropogenic climate change and how it’s been attacked by the media more than it’s been explored.
While it seems like an oxymoron, the concept of ancient medicine has always been a moneymaker for con artists and bamboozlers. I have no idea why, but for some reason, many of the more gullible among us can be convinced that older remedies are somehow more valid than modern medicine. A very similar con is labeling alternative treatments as Oriental, implying that they know something in Asia that we don’t in the rest of the world. While I’m sure there is cutting-edge medical research happening in Asia, I’m guessing the little house on the corner with the Oriental medicine sign doesn’t subscribe to many peer-reviewed scientific journals.
There are a couple of points that can be made to quickly dissuade you from running to your local alternative treatment shop for a walletectomy.
Ancient medicine was brutal. Bloodletting. Blistering. Amputation. Plastering. Purging. There are a ton of examples of past practices that we know now to be more harmful than helpful. Not all ancient treatments are harmful. There are also a ton of practices discovered long ago that do much more good than bad. These beneficial treatments are used regularly by practitioners of modern medicine.
Treatments that show promise are absorbed into modern medicine. While I’m sure they know many things in Asia and in the past that we may not, the nature of modern medicine is one of sharing. Findings are published and reviewed by others. Any treatment that shows promise is studied in depth so that we know how and why it works and to what degree it works. If the practices of ancient or foreign alt-med purveyors were in any way sound or their positive results were repeatable, those practices would become valid, go-to solutions for modern doctors. The very fact that these treatments aren’t used by modern medical professionals means that these alt-med remedies either don’t work or are actually harmful. Secrets are hard to keep, and you’re crazy if you think your local alt-med shop has a treatment that hasn’t been tried or reviewed and dismissed by modern medicine.
Science is a great thing. It rewards good ideas and makes them better. It punishes bad ideas by naturally discrediting them. When applied to medicine, science helps doctors use the good ideas to make us better and healthier. It doesn’t care how old those good ideas are – if they work and they’re appropriate, they’re accepted. If ideas don’t work or aren’t appropriate, they’re relegated to the realm of alternative medicine.
It was a hunting weekend with my in-laws Ed, Craig and Dave Poe. Up Saturday and Sunday at 5:30, we spent the better part of both days driving from one pasture to another.
I was fairly amazed at the amount of deer on our property. For the last 30 years, I’ve been looking out for them, making sure to swerve as best I could. I’d never actually looked for them before.
Craig got his first buck on Saturday night.
Diane and I spent some time in Pratt on our way home Sunday driving around looking at houses. There are a ton of houses on the market in Pratt, but very few available to rent. The move is closing in, and we haven’t made a ton of progress finding a place. It could get interesting.
It came and went. I realized sometime this year that last fall marked a decade of my tenure in the Little Apple of Manhattan, Kansas. I’m not sure when I realized it, but it was much less a sharp realization than it was a dull acknowledgement.
Manhattan has been good to me and bad to me. It gave me an education and a wife. It took from me 10 years.
It’s been a fun fall since the wedding. We lit up the calendar with shows, and it was the first time I had 10 shows on the calendar simultaneously – and the first four-in-a-row mini-tour – in several years.
I’m headed to Sharon tomorrow after work to hunt with my in-laws. I hear we’ll be getting up early on Saturday so I can take them to find deer and be cold. Hopefully we’ll find some time on Saturday to look for places in Pratt to live before heading out to Buster’s Smokehouse in Sun City Saturday night to relax.
We head to the studio on Monday to begin recording the CD I’ve been promising myself I’d finish since high school. It’s finally going to come together.