tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48338555127970241082024-03-13T06:35:10.591-06:00Stupid DingoIt is only in the course of the journey that we discover our true destination.
- J.B. JacksonBrenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11283075340733322700noreply@blogger.comBlogger174125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833855512797024108.post-73764095450526931522018-11-06T07:58:00.003-07:002018-11-06T08:32:42.536-07:00This is who we are<a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vXt4povbaiU/W-Gqlg6deRI/AAAAAAAAS68/XPVbDgcKcckemPXzYX5Ua5IIqnAa9FpYACPcBGAYYCw/s1600/NativeGrill-By-Andrew-%2BLynes.png" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vXt4povbaiU/W-Gqlg6deRI/AAAAAAAAS68/XPVbDgcKcckemPXzYX5Ua5IIqnAa9FpYACPcBGAYYCw/s640/NativeGrill-By-Andrew-%2BLynes.png" width="640" height="477" data-original-width="946" data-original-height="705" /></a>
<p>Again, and again I hear friends declare, "This is not who we are."</p>
<p>You know what? This is who we are. All of it.</p>
<p>If it is happening, it is because we as a society have decided, "This is ok." We the people hold the power to change society for the better. We better start acting like it.</p>
<p>So sure, when a gunman opens fire on a crowd of concertgoers or churchgoers.... that is not who you are, but it is the policies of the representatives that a majority of Americans support which allowed it to happen. Liberal gun laws. Removing protections limiting the mentally ill from possessing firearms. The shattering of the safety nets of society that support the most vulnerable. These are the policies embraced by a majority of our representatives in Congress. This is who we are.</p>
<p>And when xenophobia works, this too is who we are. We aren't shutting down the streets while concentration camps are made in our name. Sure, we shirk away from our racist uncle when he says something embarrassing at the kitchen table, but we don't call him out. And it isn't just the rants from the bully pulpit. He's just saying the quiet part out loud. These are the policies that a majority of Americans have embraced for some time. This is who we are. I've watched NIMBY-ism in my own backyard. So-called progressive neighbors worried about who might move into the apartment complex proposed on the vacant lot next door. And rather than seeing what could be, they fall back on fearmongering and obstructionism. This is who we are.</p>
<p>There is little we can do to change the national stage. But we each have tremendous sway in the neighborhoods and communities we call home.</p>
<p>The apartment complex did get built, but thanks to the leadership of the City Council and a few vocal citizens, we have more than apartments and a strip mall. Yes, we have apartments, but at their core is a small main street of shops. It is a place where people can gather... get a bite to eat, have a drink, talk among friends. Is it perfect? No, far from it. It is no Hyde Park. But it is as Hyde Park as you can get across the street from a Walmart. This is the promise of a representative democracy. You elect people who will represent all of us, think of the impact of their actions on others and will work for the common good. To make things a bit better for the future. Sometimes despite us.</p>
<p>If what is everyday is not who you are, be the change. Call it out. Don't let your friend make that sexist joke in front of your friends. Call him out. Check your own behavior.</p>
<p>Today when you walk into that ballot box, think of the most vulnerable people in your lives. Those who live at the margins. </p>
<p>Your vote will decide if your neighbor can afford that dialysis.</p>
<p>Your vote will decide who is protected under the law and who is not.</p>
<p>Your vote will determine how our nation responds to climate change.</p>
<p>And your vote decides what values guide the development of your community.</p>
<p>If the now is not who you are, be the change. Bend the world into the future you imagine, make a we that you can embrace.</p>Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11283075340733322700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833855512797024108.post-77953777456769638012015-03-05T15:40:00.001-07:002015-03-05T23:03:20.601-07:00More todays<p>I have never felt grown up. Perhaps the fact I still have a boyish face that gets carded every time I visit the liquor store plays a role in that. I try to stay young.</p>
<p>There are many things I've done in my life of which I'm proud. My marriage. My son. I heard Louis CK say once that until you have kids you don't know love. He couldn't be more right. Yes, I would not only throw myself in front of a bus to save him, I'm throw my wife too if it'd make any difference. I hope my son will grow up knowing the depth of that love.</p>
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<p>The full moon guides me to a ridge overlooking the city. My footsteps crunch against the frozen ground. Bellatrix, Rigel, Arcturus, Castor, Pollux and hundreds more stars I know not names swirl overhead. It is nearly midnight. The hour, the temperature, the day. They lead to one feeling that's been too infrequent of late. Alive.</p>
<p>One Cuban cigar remains from my honeymoon. It lights easily, and I cough. The tip glows a rich orange and the taste reminds me of campfires. I don't know why it is my hand. I'd like to think that taste is why I brought it up here. A taste that brings back the feeling of your elbows resting on your knees while the warmth of the fire and friends surrounds you. That moment. You know the one, where conversation slows late in the evening. The flirtations, planning, updates and nothing talk is complete. What is left has purpose. You stare into the firelight and become for a time one with each another, the stars and the spirit. What talk there is matters.</p>
<p>40. It puts your life in rather harsh relief. Doors close. Some paths are simply plowed under.</p>
<p>I have a woman I love deeply. A son who lights my world with joy. A job I love. I live in a place I love. I've been blessed.</p>
<p>But damn the mundanity of it all. Below me is a sea of glowing boxes. Boxes where people live out their lives. Waking, breakfast, drive to work. Come home, cook dinner, watch tv, go to bed. Nothingness.</p>
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<p>I try to get out there. I try to change the world for the better and leave more value than I take.</p>
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Here's to less some days and more todays. Here's to more dreams, more passion, more excitement. Here's to not growing up. Here's to living a life with purpose. Here's to the next 40.</p>Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11283075340733322700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833855512797024108.post-14923446493757545292013-08-22T21:22:00.001-06:002013-08-22T21:22:43.845-06:00There are watch batteries inside AA batteries<p dir=ltr>To be exact there are eight A76 watch batteries inside a AA and four inside a A544 (pictured). Frugal tips!</p>
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It feels liberating and a little scary.<br />
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For Mom and baby it was a race to the finish. Andrew won the race by four hours, graduating from the NICU around one in the afternoon on Tuesday April 10th after spending part of six days under intensive care. The evening before, the doctors started Shelly on a new blood pressure drug. The impact was dramatic and after several days of very elevated levels Mom's blood pressure was considered stable and Mom was cleared for release Tuesday evening.<br />
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It wasn't our plan, but it was in the end a pleasant experience, like spending a week in the hotel with better service and no pool.<br />
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Andrew continues to grow stronger. He started his first day with an IV of Dextrose in his sweet noggin to combat low blood sugar. Unfortunately, the IV only lasted eight hours before Daddy knocked it out trying to hold him. We decided to try to hold his blood sugar up with just bottles every two hours instead of retapping his veins. It seemed smart at the time. Just like Mom and Dad his little veins roll too, and he had four holes in one hand and three in the other to prove it. <br />
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Using just bottles worked for a spell, but after about ten hours of just bottles his blood sugar plummeted to the low twenties again - where it was when he entered the NICU. Rock-step. An IV went back in his hand, with 12mL of Dextrose again. He came back strong, his blood sugar levels returned to normal and after half a day we started weaning at the rate of 1mL for each feeding with a strong blood sugar. My little man soldiered on making steady progress until we hit 4mL/hr. He hung there for another half a day before his sugar levels and strength returned. Then it was 3. Then Andrew decided he didn't like the IV and ripped it out. Rock-step. He struggled without it. Drew's sugar levels dropped but not quite to the panic level, but close. For the next day he adjusted. Then last night, he found his mojo again and starting pulling not just good numbers, but great numbers.<br />
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Shelly is dancing the same dance a few floors up to a different tune. You know what they say, "If it's not blood sugar, it's blood pressure!" Actually, I've never heard anyone say that.<br />
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The C-Section was scheduled due to Shelly's high blood pressure. After Drew emerged rather than getting better, Shel's blood pressure got worse. So while I was with Drew struggling for breath and then battling blood sugar issues - Shelly was upstairs trying not to go into a seizure. Seriously. They put bumpers on her bed. <br />
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Shelly made steady progress springing back from surgery, but blood pressure haunts her recovery. She was first on magnesium for twenty-four hours. Then various blood pressure medicines. Then cocktails of drugs, some successful, some not. Hope one moment, disappointment the next. But never despair. For the moment, for Shelly, it is hope. She just had a blood pressure one might call within the range of normal. Perhaps more shocking since her overnight readings were on the edge of alarming.<br />
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My girl has also found a role, often remotely, in motherhood. Through meetings with the lactaction consultant we have been able to fine-tune methods for breastfeeding and find the right pump. Every three hours now, even with the baby downstairs in NICU, we are up and pumping - sending first small syringes and now bags of breastmilk downstairs for our little man. Even though her blood pressure often kept her chained to the bed, it gave purpose and hope.<br />
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Hope, I've used that word a lot today. The word hope might be misleading, and an artifact of the limitations of language. Because it's more than hope really - it's love. Because despite my past opinion of hospitals and what you hear about healthcare - like other professions staffed out of love: teaching, counseling, biology... this is a place of love. The staff at St. Luke's NICU and Labor and Delivery have been nothing short of amazing. It is clear that they care deeply and passionately about their patients and those that care for them. The atmosphere is joyful and love runs like a current through the staff. I'm hesitant to name names, because *<b>everyone</b>* has been fantastic, but a few individuals do stand out in our experience above the rest. <br />
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In the NICU: Julia has been an absolute angel. Saralyn has calmly led me into fatherhood. Brandy and Nicole have buoyed my spirits and kept us all afloat. Stacey and Jennie have led my little man toward success. Nora held my sanity and my son in the rush from the OR to the NICU, and appeared again to set the IV in my boy that no one else could set. <br />
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In L&D: Jessica kept us spirited and laughing, while Cindy had us in stitches. Diane adopted Shelly and cared for her like her daughter. Roma for going way beyond to make sure we were comfortable. Rachel, Christy, Natalie... everyone is great.<br />
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Everyone here is beyond professional with all the best and most loving parts that come with the word family.<br />
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As for the dance? We just received word that Mommy's Rockstar just got the his cap and gown and graduated from the NICU. He is headed upstairs to mommy's bed in within the hour! Way to go my man! Daddy is so proud!<br />
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<p>Day two was the hangover.  To get Andrew to stay awake to eat we had to resort to torture.   Wet cloths under his armpits were most effective.  He would take two sips from the bottle and pass out again.  Around noon Saturday, as he entered his third day with us, his punchiness returned.  </p>
<p>Last night we got in Andrew's first bath.  He wasn't a fan, but he endured.  We dressed him up in some new duds and "Mommy's Rockstar" spent his time like any rocker: fondling and sucking on boobies and drinking until he passed out (repeat).</p>
<p>Mom and son are both getting more familiar with breastfeeding.  It's a process, an art, and a labor.  But we are moving forward.  And by we you think I mean them.  Turns out though Dad is pretty good at expressing, so I am not without utility.</p>
<p>Bear had a really great night.  He has been drinking lots and his blood sugars have been strong.  He is halfway off his IV and with luck and love he could get off of the IV completely by Monday morning.</p>
<p>Mom's blood pressure is still high, but she is off her IV and magnesium and is in great spirits.  It is a time for celebration.</p>
<p>Happy Easter everyone.  Rock out.  \m/</p>
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It is an epochal shift in one's life. One that laughs at all but the most sublime experiences of my past. I'd heard parents joke about it. I remember one comedian saying, "You expect you might throw yourself in front of a bus for your child. What they don't tell you is that you'll grab your spouse and throw her in front of the bus, too." To experience the transition was far more definitive than anything I'd imagined.<br />
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Andrew emerged, not crying but sort of gurgling, and despite the best efforts of long tubes, turkey basters and various other implements of suction, he kept struggling. A certain urgency overtook the OR, and Mom kept repeating, "Why isn't he crying?" I have a picture of his birth weight. He's not in it. They were moving fast.<br />
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Generally life is a blur in hindsight. On this day, life was a blur in the present. Mom was still cut open with surgeons working all around, a separate team surrounded our little Bear. It was too much, after checking in with Mom and confirming he was our baby Andrew, I focused just on him as we quickly left the OR headed for NICU. I stayed focused on him until his breathing was normalized and the flurry of activity around him slowed.<br />
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A lot has happened since. Andrew is battling low blood sugars, while Mom is fighting high blood pressure. Unfortunately, that finds them separated by six floors, and their time together has been limited. Mom had only minutes with Andrew in his first twelve hours until grandma brokered an excursion downstairs around midnight. Today we found more time together and both Mom and my little bear are making solid progress.<br />
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Just this evening, Shelly was released from her IV's and moments ago Andrew has started being weaned off his IV. I feel very blessed. My beautiful wife just brought me the cutest little boy. I am so in love with them both.<br />
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<p>Andrew was initially admitted to the NICU because he was having trouble expelling the liquid from his lungs, he was "gurgling". That calmed pretty quickly, but meanwhile he developed quite low blood sugars. We battled those all day.  He was normal by evening, but always on the low side (around 50).</p>
<p>After midnight we finally busted Shelly out of her floor for a visit but after an hour she was pretty wiped. We are hoping to all spend some time together as a family today.</p>
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In a few hours we'll go from a couple to family. We can't wait to see your face!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnFAErqT178/T32oJzEUwLI/AAAAAAAABKY/TtTbetZZc6Y/s1600/IMG_3502_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnFAErqT178/T32oJzEUwLI/AAAAAAAABKY/TtTbetZZc6Y/s320/IMG_3502_2.jpg" width="233" /></a></div>Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11283075340733322700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833855512797024108.post-20888210954740954832010-08-25T08:12:00.005-06:002010-08-25T15:27:33.632-06:00Mexico on Eight Tacos a Day<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stupiddingo/4925843968/" title="Marinated Pork Tacos with Cream in Chetumal by Stupid Dingo, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4096/4925843968_21df9bdfce.jpg" width="500" height="374" alt="Marinated Pork Tacos with Cream in Chetumal" /></a><br />
<div class="caption">Marinated Pork Tacos with Cream in Chetumal</div><br />
In first grade we were asked to contribute a recipe to the class cookbook. I chose tacos. I still do. If I leave work for lunch more often than not I'm getting tacos - but increasingly I've been drawn to more and more sketchy taco trucks in search of my fix.<br />
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So, it was no surprise to Shelly when I made it my unspoken quest to see just how questionable of an establishment she would let me visit. From experience she counseled me away from the shadiest street vendors, but she joined me in my gastronomical perversion.<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stupiddingo/4925250637/" title="Huevos Mexicana in Campeche by Stupid Dingo, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4925250637_cccdcf21c8.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Huevos Mexicana in Campeche" /></a><br />
<div class="caption">Tacos in the Morning - Huevos Mexicana in Campeche</div><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stupiddingo/4925846336/" title="Tulum Street Tacos by Stupid Dingo, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4142/4925846336_8ae74bfeb7.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Tulum Street Tacos" /></a><br />
<div class="caption">Tacos in the Evening - Tulum Street Tacos</div><br />
I'm happy to report that we never got sick in Mexico. We didn't get sick even at the establishment where a friendly trio of overweight ladies ate food off our order while we worked to establish a shared word to describe cabbage. Even after a pair of "agua frescas", a sweet fruity drink served in used bottles refilled with a slurry of juice, pulp, sugar and water of questionable origin we held strong. We were intestinal rocks stars.<br />
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That is until we returned to America. We landed in Salt Lake City at nearly midnight and I was ravenous and still craving tacos. I stopped at a Taco Bell drive-in. Shelly, wisely, for the first time all trip didn't join me. Nearly immediately I felt sick and remained that way for the next week stateside. There's something seriously wrong if I can drink so-called "agua frescas" with no ill results and yet can't eat four tacos at Taco Bell (and they tasted gross too). <br />
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Lesson learned. In America you don't want a Mexican Restaurant with a drive-thru, you want a Mexican Restaurant with a driveshaft.Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11283075340733322700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833855512797024108.post-9516701261557770282010-08-24T22:50:00.009-06:002010-08-25T15:28:18.443-06:00Making Other PlansThe tire had been flat for many years and though it held air, it seemed best to rotate the weight to a different side of the tire. This didn't seem quite so simple as my feet went out from under me and I started to fall backward with a trailer and boat rapidly bearing down on my crotch.<br />
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Through some feat of magic (or maybe it was simply adrenaline) I managed to torque my torso clear, but not in time to free my left hand. My fingers became sausages in a trailer-cinder block sandwich.<br />
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Lucky, this day, I was married. My wedding band took most of the blow, but looking quickly at my hand I saw a flash of white (never a good sign) before red overtook my hand and the grass at my feet. Naturally, I didn't make a sound. I never make a sound when I really injure myself. Sounds are reserved for stubbing your toe or when a sleeping bag falls on your head in the garage - not situations where there is actual pain. I really should have tried out for drama club in high school.<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stupiddingo/4925737100/" title="A Ring with Benefits by Stupid Dingo, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/4925737100_666114816a.jpg" width="500" height="374" alt="2010-07-19 21.12.59" /></a><br />
<div class="caption">A Ring with Benefits</div><br />
So alone in my quiet red pool, I had time to lift the trailer back up and reposition it on the cinder block before Shelly - who had heard the crash - came running out into the backyard.<br />
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I knew it was pretty bad, but I didn't want to impose, so I stopped to share dinner and conversation with my mother-in-law before excusing myself and my lovely bride to drive me to the ER. Eight stitches later and a lot of gauze we were home. Good thing most of the packing for the trip was already done, because the next morning I had to cancel going to Shelly's surgery so I could go to see the hand surgeon and physical therapist. That night we left for Mexico with Shelly still doped up on anesthesia. Can't say we don't know how to celebrate an anniversary. Just following the lead of our spiritual adviser.<br />
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I've been meaning to write this up for weeks, but once my meatsticks healed it's been one surprise after another. This weekend half a tree snapped off in my backyard. Last night, a simple walk with my girls in the moonlight and ended up in the shower with two dogs and the smell of some sort of musky animal carcass. They say life is what happens when you're making other plans.<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stupiddingo/4925144885/" title="The Opposite of Hubris by Stupid Dingo, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4121/4925144885_ce5301b4d7.jpg" width="500" height="374" alt="2010-07-19 22.26.47" /></a><br />
<div class="caption">The Opposite of Hubris</div>Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11283075340733322700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833855512797024108.post-39055412140252293762010-02-02T09:23:00.007-07:002010-02-03T11:04:08.286-07:00Viewing Open Street Map on iPhone Off-line<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stupiddingo/4324817307/" title="oMaps on iTouch by Stupid Dingo, on Flickr"><img alt="oMaps on iTouch" height="373" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4028/4324817307_7508bfa026.jpg" width="500" /></a><br />
There is a great application call oMaps available in the Apple App Store that allows off-line caching of Open Street Maps. This app is perfect for use by those traveling abroad with prohibitive international data charges. How prohibitive? <strike>Well, AT&T is charging $20 per megabyte for rescue and relief teams in Haiti. Classy.</strike><br />
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<i><b>Update 7:05PM GMT</b> - AT&T is waiving international roaming fees for calls, txts & data for customers in Haiti. See <a href="http://att.com/gen/press-room?pid=4800&cdvn=news&newsarticleid=30461">att.com/gen/press-room?pid=4800&cdvn=news&newsarticleid=30461</a>. That is classy. Thanks, Meg!</i><br />
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oMaps and Open Street Map to the rescue!<br />
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oMaps is available for a mere $2 on the app store, thanks Thomas Bonnin.<br />
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<i><b>Update Feb. 3, 2010 5:54PM GMT</b> - Clarification. This is not sarcasm. This is one amazingly powerful application well worth a modest two bucks. The developer, Thomas Bonnin, when he found out how it was being used in Haiti even offered to comp me some licenses, but in my mind if you make something awesome and charge a fair price you should be remunerated. Now that I know how well it works, I'd willingly pay more.</i><br />
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<ul><li><a href="http://omapsiphone.com/">oMaps iPhone App Homepage</a></li>
<li><a href="http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewSoftware?id=318954474&mt=8">iTunes App Store Link</a></li>
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On first install it caused all my third-party apps to immediately crash on open. I don't use my iTouch much, apparently this is common. Synching my iTouch with iTunes on my computer fixed it as described in this thread <a href="http://discussions.apple.com/thread.jspa?threadID=1850638&start=15&tstart=0">discussions.apple.com/thread.jspa?threadID=1850638&st...</a><br />
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Afterward the application is downloaded and installed, here are the steps to save maps for off-line viewing:<br />
<ol><li>Find your area of interest, you may search but only by major features, e.g. "Haiti"</li>
<li>Zoom out as far as the application will allow you to and still be able to save (button in upper right). I was able to zoom to an extent that included Jacmel in the south and the pass on Route 4 at Bois Cercueil in the northwest. If you need a larger area than this, then you will want to save separate maps.</li>
<li>Press Save and name your map.</li>
<li>Now turn off wifi (and all network connections - if an iPhone put it in airplane mode) and ensure that you are able to zoom in and out of the downloaded map. </li>
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The best part, for Haiti at least, is this the absolute best map available. It is current as of the moment I downloaded it as maintained and updated by the Open Street Maps Community. Includes refugee camps, road blocks and collapsed buildings. Better still, the GPS on an iPhone will work without using data charges to update your location on the map (just make sure the 3G networking is turned off or you'll need a relief effort to pay your mobile bill).<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stupiddingo/4325575906/" title="Open Street Maps via oMaps on iTouch by Stupid Dingo, on Flickr"><img alt="Open Street Maps via oMaps on iTouch" height="373" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2730/4325575906_7190e0528d.jpg" width="500" /></a><br />
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A more thorough review of oMaps is available on <a href="http://theappleblog.com/2009/07/01/app-review-omaps-offline-mapping-for-iphone/">The Apple Blog</a>.Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11283075340733322700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833855512797024108.post-52723230526243992502010-02-01T19:54:00.005-07:002010-02-03T11:06:17.988-07:00Helping Haiti from Home<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stupiddingo/4324206302/" title="Haiti - Jacmel - Trou Bourrique by Stupid Dingo, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4013/4324206302_aa96fae771.jpg" width="500" height="400" alt="Haiti - Jacmel - Trou Bourrique" /></a><br />
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There are many substantive things you can do to help from home beyond sending your dollars and euros. <br />
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For map geeks such as myself, one such project has emerged out of the <a href="http://www.openstreetmap.org/">Open Street Map</a> (OSM) Community called <a href="http://wiki.openstreetmap.org/wiki/WikiProject_Haiti">WikiProject Haiti</a>. These guys are crowdsourcing the mapping of Haiti with astounding success. Just check out the <a href="http://wiki.openstreetmap.org/wiki/WikiProject_Haiti/Tasks_and_Ideas">Tasks and Ideas Page</a> most of which are already completed! Beyond awesome. This isn't mapping for future use, this is mapping for use <a href="http://wiki.openstreetmap.org/wiki/Talk:WikiProject_Haiti#Fairfax_County_Urban_Search_.26_Rescue_Team_Using_Garmin_downloads">in the field right now</a>.<br />
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Tons of resources here including a catalog of <a href="http://wiki.openstreetmap.org/wiki/WikiProject_Haiti/UsingHaitiOSM#Printable_and_Static_Maps">printable and static maps</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFxbfemJfBM">video directions</a> on uploading OSM data to a Garmin GPS and even how to <a href="http://blogs.esri.com/Dev/blogs/publicsafety/archive/2010/01/20/Accessing-OpenStreetMap-data-within-ArcGIS-to-support-the-Haiti-Earthquake-Response.aspx">access OSM data behind the closed doors of ArcGIS</a>.<br />
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I have a good friend headed to Jacmel, Haiti in a little over 24 hours to provide logistics and support to a medical team. The work of the OSM Community is an incredible resource to them - the only current maps available.<br />
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For the town of Jacmel, OSM just added the following summary and mapping needs:<br />
<blockquote>Mapping: The town of Jacmel in the south has already been mapped in three iterations: first based on an old CIA map, which was completely replaced by two mappings based on satellite imagery from DigitalGlobe. Now, the NOAA aerial imagery collected on 2010-01-24 is available for Jacmel and the current map should be improved and checked in another iteration: <br />
<ul><li>there are dozens of unmapped refugee camps, mainly east and north of the center</li>
<li>the road network is currently badly aligned. NOAA imagery should be the reference imagery now and the grid should be adjusted to it. Fix the road network and adjust already mapped areas with landuse=residential, natural=xyz, etc.</li>
<li>the road network is incomplete because part of the former imagery was covered by clouds and/or distorted. Check the road network, in particular in densely populated areas. Are there any missing residential roads or visible paths/footways?</li>
</ul>Progress:<br />
<ul><li>Adjusted the center of Jacmel, mapped refugee camps in the center. Gubaer 18:14, 29 January 2010 (UTC)</li>
</ul></blockquote>I'm going to see what I can do to help with their effort as soon as I finish producing maps for the team prior to their departure.<br />
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<iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://www.openstreetmap.org/export/embed.html?bbox=-72.54074,18.22692,-72.52326,18.2431&layer=mapnik" style="border: 1px solid black"></iframe><br />
<small><a href="http://www.openstreetmap.org/?lat=18.23501&lon=-72.532&zoom=16&layers=B000FTFT">View Larger Map</a></small><br />
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Fellow GeoGeeks, I'll keep you posted on what you can do to assist.<br />
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<i><strong>Update Feb. 2, 2010 3:48AM GMT</strong> - For those looking for some background for getting into OSM, here's a <a href="http://wiki.openstreetmap.org/wiki/Beginners%27_guide">Beginner's Guide</a></i>Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11283075340733322700noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833855512797024108.post-47550310463398890812009-12-18T12:02:00.002-07:002010-08-25T15:56:47.935-06:00Entertainment Center ReSkinned for HDTV<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stupiddingo/4195004733/" title="The End of Analog by Stupid Dingo, on Flickr"><img alt="The End of Analog" height="375" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2538/4195004733_f03073f227.jpg" width="500" /></a><br />
<div class="caption">The End of Analog</div><br />
Here's the image I took when TV went digital. And that's pretty much the image we've had since. Well, that's not quite true. We did discover high on the dial we still get RetroTV over analog, a couple religious channels, a shopping channel and Univision. <br />
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Of the five, RetroTV is by far the most entertaining. They have two low-budget morning shows one local, one out of Florida almost entirely serving content from Southern Living Magazine and corporations. It's pretty painful. The rest of the day is old shows like The Incredible Hulk, Gun Smoke and Ironsides. The A-Team in the afternoons is sweet.<br />
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For Christmas we decided to hop on the HDTV bandwagon, so it was time to look at the entertainment center. The new TV just wouldn't fit and all the stores wanted several hundred for a new stand. I decided I could hack the current stand into a new one. <br />
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Here we go. <br />
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<b>Upgrading your old Entertainment Center to Entertainment Center 2.0</b><br />
<ol><li>Detach top and sides</li>
<li>Measure height of components and mark new height</li>
<li>Cut to new height</li>
<li>Reattach sides and center support</li>
<li>Take extra material, cut another center support to match since TV now on top</li>
<li>Reassemble</li>
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stupiddingo/4195005193/" title="Entertainment Center ReSkinned by Stupid Dingo, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2615/4195005193_118a552fde.jpg" width="500" height="417" alt="Entertainment Center ReSkinned" /></a><br />
<div class="caption">I'm pretty happy with the result. (Sorry picture quality is so horrible... I'll get something better when the TV arrives)</div><br />
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If you are considering a similar project here's Brent's quick tips for hacking particle board furniture:<br />
<ul><li>To reduce chips make sure you tape with masking tape where you'll be cutting.</li>
<li>Put the visible face up when making cuts.</li>
<li>Start cuts from the face that will be visible.</li>
<li>For straight cuts with a circular saw clamp a board to the board you are cutting so that it can act as a fence for the saw.</li>
<li>If possible use existing square edges for edges that will be visible and hide your cuts behind overhangs and on top where in shadows. No matter how good of a job you do, particle board will chip a little, especially on the back side.</li>
<li>Lay particle board on a soft surface for cutting (like a towel or blanket) so vibrations don't scratch the surface</li>
<li>Use a new(ish) saw blade for best results</li>
<li>Predrill all new screw holes to avoid splitting</li>
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My first interaction with my countrymen in over two weeks was such a delight I laughed out loud, a woman screaming at the top of her lungs "USA" and gesticulating wildly. If anyone was confused her first tactic was to yell louder, her second tactic was to grab their passport out of their hand and physically push them into one chute or the other. <br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jessicasays/379487772/" title="Puerto Plata airport by jessicasays, on Flickr"><img alt="Puerto Plata airport" width="500" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/379487772_fa0db944a7_d.jpg" height="375" /></a><br />
<div class="caption">Puerto Plata airport by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jessicasays/">jessicasays</a></div><br />
Arriving in the Dominican Republic my first impression was a free rum and coke and warm smile. And that was just to keep me company as I went through customs. Talk about greetings. Not that customs was a hassle in the DR. There was no line and it was pretty much check the passport, stamp and go. Nothing says "You are welcome here, make yourself at home" like sipping a drink while they stamp your passport and you wait for your bag to appear. <br />
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Budweiser, Coors, Miller, Coca-cola, Pepsi, McDonalds, Burger King, Jack Daniels... any American company really... are you listening? Seriously. I think we can do better. At the very least maybe we can teach border patrol to cough up a smile and say politely, "Welcome to America"? I'll leave the <a href="http://www.schneier.com/blog/archives/2009/11/beyond_security.html">security theatre</a> of it all alone for now. Today I'm talking about manners and better marketing America.<br />
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After the yelling lady we were herded into a corral which eventually led to one of eight Customs Agents. The man who stamped our passports was genuinely friendly, though unfortunately either poorly trained - or possibly so disarmed by Shelly's smile, something that must be infrequent in the travelers he faces after such a joyous welcome home from the yelling lady that he made the wrong magic marker authentication doodle. <br />
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It was a half half mile walk down a corridor to a surly older agent in a tactical sweater who refused us enter to America. We asked him calmly, but repeatedly, what was wrong. All he would offer was, "Wrong mark, go see agent who did this." We were forced to retrace our steps, find a way past the lady screaming "USA" without getting shoved and return to corrals. After another twenty minutes we eventually returned to the friendly customs agent, who apologized for his error and changed the blue magic marker scribble from a one to something more two-like. Another half mile walk, and this token satisfied the surly tactical sweater dude and we were free to kiss the soil.<br />
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I sure hope servicemen and women get to bypass this ridiculous charade.<br />
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I will admit Miami was better than a recent arrival to Newark from abroad, but anyone who has spent any time in New Jersey knows that is far from a compliment. We as a country have to be able to do better. I was mostly in the "US Citizen Only" lines, and I can only imagine how we treat foreigners with a nice tan. What an embarrassment.<br />
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Let's get a some security folks together with some marketing folks and maybe we can find a way to make this both secure *and* enjoyable. Those Disney Imagineers would really come in handy here. Perhaps if we don't treat everyone like the enemy (including our own citizens) we might have less enemies? A better experience in immigration isn't going to stop someone who is already chanting "Death to America!", but it is harder to yell with salt water taffy in your mouth. <br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stupiddingo/4174442841/" title="Fish on a Plane by Stupid Dingo, on Flickr"><img alt="Fish on a Plane" height="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2600/4174442841_2f88aaf226.jpg" width="375" /></a><br />
<div class="caption">Ivar's Seafood's marketing folks are brilliant, perhaps they might have some good ideas</div><br />
Can't the country that invented the Snuggie do better to make everyone a little more comfortable and do a better job to market American companies - and America - in the process? <br />
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"Welcome to America! Here's your free Snuggie and Happy Meal!"Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11283075340733322700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833855512797024108.post-73571136058304536722009-11-17T14:18:00.005-07:002010-08-25T15:29:32.640-06:00Luna de Miel<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stupiddingo/4041327202/" title="A small surprise by Stupid Dingo, on Flickr"><img alt="A small surprise" height="375" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2606/4041327202_474b66e78e.jpg" width="500" /></a><br />
<div class="caption">A small surprise</div><br />
I finally finished writing up my journal entries from our luna de miel (honeymoon) in the Dominican Republic. It was a great trip and I had fun reliving it to share with you.<br />
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Here's a list of all twelve posts in chronological order: <br />
<ul><li><a href="http://blog.stupiddingo.com/2009/09/tales-from-gringo-honeymoon.html">Tales from a Gringo Honeymoon</a></li>
<li><a href="http://blog.stupiddingo.com/2009/09/sosua.html">Sosúa</a></li>
<li><a href="http://blog.stupiddingo.com/2009/09/27-charcos-del-rio-damajagua.html">27 Charcos del Río Damajagua</a></li>
<li><a href="http://blog.stupiddingo.com/2009/09/cabarete.html">Cabarete</a></li>
<li><a href="http://blog.stupiddingo.com/2009/09/samana.html">Samaná</a></li>
<li><a href="http://blog.stupiddingo.com/2009/09/playa-rincon-and-las-galeras.html">Playa Rincon and Las Galeras</a></li>
<li><a href="http://blog.stupiddingo.com/2009/10/el-capital.html">El Capital</a></li>
<li><a href="http://blog.stupiddingo.com/2009/11/zona-colonial.html">Zona Colonial</a></li>
<li><a href="http://blog.stupiddingo.com/2009/11/bayibe.html">Bayibe</a></li>
<li><a href="http://blog.stupiddingo.com/2009/11/higuey.html">Higuey</a></li>
<li><a href="http://blog.stupiddingo.com/2009/11/bavaro.html">Bávaro</a></li>
<li><a href="http://blog.stupiddingo.com/2009/11/ana.html">Ana</a> </li>
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But wait, there's more! For full photographic richness there's the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stupiddingo/sets/72157622210436454/">Gringo Honeymoon photoset</a><br />
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Or in map form:<br />
<ul><li>View first 200 photos <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&hl=en&msa=0&ll=22.015768,-73.261299&spn=7.359481,9.876709&t=k&z=7&msid=113094771078196686515.000478977191187ea9e24">in google maps</a></li>
<li>View the entire photoset in a <a href="http://resources.stupiddingo.com/kml/gringohoneymoon.kml">229kb kml</a> (google earth)</li>
</ul>And here's the slideshow:<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stupiddingo/4040578255/" title="Tropical Storm Incoming by Stupid Dingo, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2424/4040578255_15daf430e9.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Tropical Storm Incoming" /></a><br />
<div class="caption">Tropical Storm Incoming</div><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stupiddingo/4040589333/" title="Storm Whipping the Palms by Stupid Dingo, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2514/4040589333_19bf405cc0.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Storm Whipping the Palms" /></a><br />
<div class="caption">Storm Whipping the Palms</div><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stupiddingo/4040594207/" title="Final trip to the bar by Stupid Dingo, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2799/4040594207_276b90ac50.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Final trip to the bar" /></a><br />
<div class="caption">Final trip to the bar</div><br />
But our time was short and the mood of the resort mirrored our emotions. It felt like the end of summer camp. Chiefly because of the rain we were the only ones outside their room. It was only those leaving who filled the hallways and lobbies. We said our goodbyes, left our propinas with staff members we had befriended and found our van to the airport.<br />
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The airport was a rude reintroduction. Two hundred gringos in a queue, one American Airlines employee to check them in. Quite a shift from the pampering we had left so recently. We softened the return to reality with a bottle of wine the hotel had gifted us, inexplicably already opened. It helped, but we only made a small dent in it before we reached security and passed the bottle off to a very grateful gardener who was outside the airport formally, but separated by a three foot stone wall. We made his day. Actually, his joy made my day as well. The rest of the trip was a routine, but rough awakening to western incivility.<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stupiddingo/4043282566/" title="Coconutty by Stupid Dingo, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2533/4043282566_b4c3356ec6.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Coconutty" /></a><br />
<div class="caption">Coconutty</div>Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11283075340733322700noreply@blogger.com0