Try reading Slate Magazine....

With my iPod and iTunes 4.9, I'm ready for listening to podcasts. I subscribed to Slate Magazine's daily podcasts. It's mostly stuff that makes you go "hrm".

However, I just read on their website an interesting story that had an ironic ending. The article was discussing what happens to doves released in symbolic events such as the anniversary of the Hiroshima bombing.

Anyway, the article ends with:

In 2002, the organizers of a 9/11 memorial event in New York City tried to hire white doves from a professional release company. When they discovered that all the local homing pigeons were booked up, they bought 80 squabs from a poultry market in Newark, N.J. But on the day of the event, the young pigeons could barely fly; some never took off, others crashed into buildings, and at least one drowned in the Hudson River.

Probably too much information, but it did make me snicker a little. Not because the poor birds, but the desperate attempts New York City went through to try and have a dove release. Look where it got them.

I see more lightning building up to the east. Last night we had 1.5" at the University. Doubtful we'll have a repeat, but the storms might wake me up again.

Attack of the lemmings

Despite all the bad reviews, The Dukes of Hazard was number 1 at the box office for the weekend. I'm trying to say it's due in part because of school starting this week, but I somehow doubt it.

While everyone else was wasting their brain cells on that movie, I finally got in to see StarWars Episode III on the big screen. The acting seemed very flat to me, and I'm not quite sure if I'll get that on DVD.

Inevitable I suppose

Drat! Here I was hoping that they finally fixed all the roof leaks in the building. We've had some intense storms this monsoon season with no troubles.

Just as I let my guard down, I come into the main lab to find water on the floor. Wonder how long we're going to have this happen until it gets fixed *sigh*

Living with celiac

One of the things that my doctor and I thought was important to know was how much damage to my intestines have I already done. (Especially since I went over a year with an uncertain diagnosis.)

So we tried an old-fashioned biopsy. I don't remember any of it, but apparently I couldn't get sedated enough, and kept on fighting them. So they aborted the procedure without getting any useful information.

Today, we're trying the pill endoscopy. Except for the fact that I look like I have a suicide bomb around my waist (and must wear for 8 hours), it's a simple procedure to have done.

I can't wait for this day to be over with. Because I'm so "tiny", my entire torso has electrodes on it. So slouching is not recommended in case I pinch a wire or such. Then the recorder unit is about the size of a Mac mini, and is strapped to my waist with the electrodes hooked into the recorder.

But it'll be cool to see what pictures come out from all this. Hopefully the damage won't be too bad.