Gonna Go Back in Time

So the other night Hayley and I were watching the show "Bones", as is our routine, and they dropped in an intriguing plot distraction. The show itself has gotten pretty bad in the last couple of seasons. It really has followed a similar tragectory to "House". Starts out focused on a science and problem solving core with some drama and character development worked in. But every season it becomes harder and harder to come up with new problem-solving tasks and so they have to start working in more and more drama and character work. And soon it becomes a sitcom with some technical stuff worked in when necessary to keep the plot moving. Anyways, the distraction was the concept of time-travel, and if you could go back in time to relive 1 day/event what would it be. This decision becomes a little more complicated for me. I'm sure most people who know me know I have a very laid-back attitude towards even life's big events. While this is great is staying calm and relaxed and being able to enjoy things without getting stressed out, it comes at a price. I often miss out on the 'gravity' of big events. When you treat things like just another day, the big days lose some of the excitement that comes from acknowledging that it's not just another day and handling all those extra emotions and extra stress. I've been this way for a long, long time and this is no surprise to me. It all stems from a pretty dark summer after freshman year of high school. Aka, the same thing every all teenagers go through to one extent or another. I caught a couple bad breaks while some good friends caught some really good breaks. Couple that with the standard-issue turmoil that comes from that age and you can easy get a bad situation. Nothing horribly bad, as I did have a good group of friends around me, but still getting to a pretty dark place for awhile. I just couldn't handle the lows that stem from getting all excited about the possibility of something happening and then watching it fall through. Sometimes it's a girl, sometimes it's a big event that you're planning, whatever. That crushing low you get when everything falls apart would wreck me. So I responded by just not getting that anticipatory high. If I stopped getting excited ahead of things, the potential low was greatly reduced. So I gave up the big highs to prevent the big lows. I'm sure there's some ingrained part of my personality that allows for this to work. You have to be naturally laid-back to go this route. If I'd lived for the rush you get at the possibilities and the thrill of the chase, I'd never have ended up this way. So when I start looking back at the big days in my life, part of me would really like to go back and do them again and let myself get swept up in the roller coaster. I have so many great memories of our wedding day (not the least of which is our entrance to For Those About to Rock, one of the greatest songs in the history of music), but I still lack that depth that comes from the stress emotions. Myles' birth is a bit different, as I'd really like to go back to Wednesday 6/27, 2 days before he was born. I still remember making some dinner and getting ready to go play hockey when I got The Call. She was being induced and it was time to run Tyler to boarding, grab our bags, and run down to HUP (all without doing anything silly like blasting around the Schuykill Expwy at 80+ mph). What I'd like to do is go back and tell past Jarod that we'd have a day and a half to kill and that I should play hockey and THEN go to the hospital. No need to rush down there. And to bring our air mattress so I'd have a reasonable place to sleep Wednesday and Thursday night. Details. And with that, it's time to take the aforementioned Myles up for a nap. He's a stompy little eye-rubbing fussyphus right now. Fingers crossed for a solid 2-hour nap and not a 20-minute cat nap. While I won't get excited at the possibility of a long nap, I can still get disappointed if it doesn't happen. PEACE!!

I'm an underappreciated minority!!

I realized the other week that I'm finally a part of an under-appreciated and ignored minority; fathers who take on the bulk of household and child-rearing duties! There are plenty of articles and conversations regarding the plight of the stay-at-home dad. But little is ever discussed about the dads who work full-time and still take on the bulk of household and baby duties. I never really thought much about this until a couple weekends ago. Running a household was something I signed up for when I married Hayley. Back in Boston she was working ~100 hours/week during residency, which meant that I took on just about everything else. All the cooking, taking care of the dog, house/yard chores like garbage and mowing the lawn, maintaining 2 cars, and fixing anything that broke. When we moved to Philly and she started Fellowship, I knew not much would change. We were renting, so there was less house repair, but otherwise nothing changed. And when we decided to have a baby, I knew that I was going to have to shoulder more of the work. Hayley and I talked about it and it was no secret. She'd have to start chipping in more, but her schedule really didn't allow her much flexibility or openings. No biggie. If we wanted to have a baby before 2015 that was the sacrifice I'd have to make. It was a easy decision. I never really thought about the way most people view a father's role in the home/baby world until the other weekend while away for a weekend ski trip. Most people, including myself until recently, pretty much assume that the mother does the lion's share of the work and the father just fills in when necessary and fixes the house when it's broken. Except in our case, that's not even close to the truth. Because of Hayley's schedule, which is completely inflexible and often requires 12+ hour days, she has trouble keeping up with day-to-day activities, let alone emergencies. Unless she comes down with the Marburg virus, she doesn't get a sick day. On a good rotation she's able to handle either a drop-off or pick-up at day care every day along with putting him to bed every other night and helping get him ready in the morning. On a bad rotation, sometimes she can't do any of those things. Which means it all falls to me. On top of everything else going on. If Myles gets sick, guess who takes the day off of work to stay home with him. Dog hurts his leg again (we have the canine Kerry Wood), I'm taking a 1/2-day to run to the vet. Hayley's over-night and weekend calls? Me. And so on and so forth. But again, nothing I'm upset about or regret or want any sympathy for. I'm thrilled with my life and love everything that goes on. I've got a fantastic wife, the cutest happiest baby ever, a loyal goofy injury-prone dog, and a job I really like. But then comes in a friend of a friend who decides to take a couple of pot-shots at me for leaving the wife and baby behind for a weekend snowboard trip. The first time I've spent more than 12 hours away from Myles in his entire 7-month life. And yeah, it pissed me off a bit. Cause I know they wouldn't had said the same things to a new mom away for a weekend. Quite the opposite, I'd wager. They'd likely be telling a mother how much she deserves that weekend away and how her slacker husband can shoulder some of the work for a change. (At least I'd hope so. No one should ever give a new mom a hard time for anything.) So why would an otherwise overly nice person give me a shit for enjoying a couple responsibility-free days? Hopefully it was just some friendly ribbing gone horribly wrong. Cause when a single person with no kids and no pets implies you can't handle being a dad, it's a pretty safe bet they have absolutely no idea what it takes to be married to a doctor and serve as the primary caregiver for a family while working full-time. If they did have an idea they'd have gotten me another beer and asked me if I needed a back massage. So why do I bring this up? It's not for some selfish need to get sympathy or pity or anything like that. I'm perfectly content with where I'm at and would really prefer NOT to get those. Unless pity means bringing me a Hop-15 and a deep-dish pizza. Then I would like some pity. Yeah, partly it's to air a grievance in a passive-aggressive way. But the primary reason is just to make people think twice before they give a dad a hard time. In this day, where women place a higher priority on their careers and men place a higher priority on being an active dad, it's irresponsible to assume that the woman is handling the majority of home duties. So when you see a dad out for a drunken night with the guys, or a weekend away with friends, think twice before you give him crap about his skills as a husband and father. He's likely shouldering more responsibility on a daily basis then you'll deal with in an entire year. PEACE!!

Nature vs Nurture

So we're getting down to crunch time. We're down to only 9 days until the due date, so I realistically could be a dad at any moment. Lately I've been thinking about the various personality traits that Hayley and I have and which will be picked up by the baby. I'm not sure exactly how much is nature vs nurture, but I'm not sure that's really going to matter much. Whether or not you pick up traits from your parents because of your genes or because they raised you, you still pick them up. And at the end of the day that's all that matters. I figure the one thing we can count on is the kid being anal and borderline OCD. That's the one thing we both share. It's not bad for either of us, but it pops up. Most of mine show up as the various "superstitions" I have about sports. For hockey, I get dressed in the same order every time. I hang up my stuff to dry a specific way. Baseball had similar OCD things. Hayley likes to clean up the table at restaurants when we're done eating. Stacks up the plates and silverware and napkins. I typically then un-stack everything just to provoke her. Re-spread the used napkins and straw wrappers across the table. Good times. I think the first that will start to come out will be how the kid reacts to situations that require help. When Hayley is working on something and needs help, she usually just wants the solution. She's not interested in getting some help getting back on track to figuring out the solution; she just wants the answer. I on the other hand like to go through the process so that I know what I did wrong and what I was missing. Naturally I also assume everyone else does. That is what usually leads to trouble in our house now and what might lead to new trouble very soon. My niece Evie shows a 3rd option; never wanting any help. If you try to help her with a puzzle she can get pretty upset at you. I'm hoping our kid picks option 1 or 2 so we don't have all 3 of us butting heads at times. One of the other ones that will probably come out early will be reaction to pain/injury. Hayley tends to be more normal. When she hurts herself you know it. She makes an audible noise, tends to avoid covering it up if something is bothering her, etc. I on the other hand will do whatever I can to hide it. I can drop a pot on my foot and would make barely a sound. It's not that it doesn't hurt; I just don't want anyone to know that I just got hurt and so I silently swear and writhe in pain. And playing sports only reinforces that. If someone drills you in the leg with a slap-shot you don't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing it hurt. Same thing if you get plunked in the ribs with a pitch. You bite your tongue and play even harder to act like it didn't affect you. And If you are hurt, you do whatever you can to not come out of the game. This one might take a couple years at least to show up. Obviously we're not going to be helicopter parents that run over and dote over our kid every time they get a bump or a scratch. But until they are old enough to decide for themselves how they want to handle it, we won't know the path they take. Obviously there are dozens, maybe even hundreds of behaviors and personality traits that will be decided. And I'm sure we'll discover new ones every month. Every time the baby does something...unfortunate we'll be arguing and who they got that habit from. And then fighting to claim all of the good things. And what I'm really hoping for right now is that the baby inherits my propensity for sleeping soundly and eating heartily. If I get nothing else on what will very likely not be my first father's day, I'd be a happy man.

Bahamas Drunken Moron

A few weeks back Hayley and I decided to take 1 last vacation before the baby showed up. A last hurrah, if you will. So off to the Bahamas we went for a 5-day mini vacation in the sun. And while the entire trip was full of great memories of sun, sand, fishing, snorkeling, relaxing, there was 1 particular hour that really capped it all off quite nicely. One of those great “dude, you gotta hear what this retard did” stories. It’s late afternoon, sunny, and a little bit cool, so we decide to stroll down to the pool deck and hang out in the lounge chairs for awhile until it’s time for dinner (late reservation that night). There’s really no one down there so it’s rather peaceful…to start. We’ve got a small group of ~3 girls and 1 dude near us just chilling out relaxing by the pool. At some point the 2 dudes drinking at the pool bar decide they need to get their attention. I’m not sure if there is history b/t the groups, but it appears likely. Especially when our main character, we’ll call him John, yells from the bar at one of the girls “Hey, sorry I called you a bitch!” Needless to say, their requests that the ladies come have a drink in the pool with them fall on deaf ears. Another 5 minutes of harassment and they all get up and leave. The time eventually comes for me to refresh my own adult beverage. And naturally John and his less-drunk buddy are now on the non-pool side of the bar, raising my odds of getting sucked into their game of shots, cat-calls, and yelling. All things I’m normally down for, except when on vacation with my pregnant wife in a foreign country with questionable legal and medical systems. Fortunately I escape, drink in hand, with just the not-surprising knowledge that John isn’t there to get a girl, or a guy, and just wanted to get f**ked up. That was his actual response when the bartender suggested he back off on the shots cause if he got too drunk he wouldn’t be able to score any girls. Classy guy, that John. I’m sure everyone knows how the next 60 minutes go. John is really happy and trying to get all the employees to do shots with him. And degrading the ones that won’t. The staff just laughs at the stupid college kid making an ass out of himself. But that magical tipping point is reached and it rapidly descends into anger and stumbling around getting combative. The polite tux-wearing staff come outside and try to talk him into going to his room. His buddy tries to talk him into just heading to his room. John response? Telling them to ‘step to him’, while staggering around. Several attempts at sitting on lounge chairs end in him flipping the chair over and crashing to the deck. So now at this point people are watching from their balconies. Hayley and I are keeping an eye on this to judge when it’s time to just get up and leave before we’re on the wrong end on the developments. Hayley is also concerned about having to do some doctor shit on this moron when he falls and cracks his head open on the pool deck. At this point Miguel comes strolling out to the pool area. Miguel’s dressed in dark kacki and just has that look in his eye. You know he’s the closer. Part of you hopes John realizes that and just walks away; part of you hopes John asks Miguel to step to him. When John’s buddy puts his hands in the air and leaves, it’s a pretty good sign you know how it’s going to end. Some talking later and Miguel heads off to get a wheel chair to roll John out of there. Seems he’s having a little bit of trouble staying upright enough to walk. Shockingly, he does get in the chair and appears ready to just call it a day. But at the last second, as they were about to leave the pool area, he hits the brake and starts mouthing off to Miguel. When he loudly tells Miguel that he’ll kill him, Miguel calmly tells him, “You do what you have to do.” (One of my favorite parts of the entire exchange. It was delivered just like in a bad action movie immediately preceding the hero busting up some guy.) Apparently what John had to do was jump out of the chair, stumble a few feet away and continue to shit-talk Miguel. Now, I didn’t hear exactly what he said, but he found Miguel’s trigger. And that didn’t end well for John. He dodged the first punch, but that second right hook landed. And before the rest of the staff could get in and pull Miguel off he’d landed another head shot and a half-dozen solid kidney shots. Of course John isn’t done. No one tends to him, so he drags himself up off of the pool deck…and proceeds to stumble into the pool. At which point Hayley, and an EMT we befriended during this exchange, anxiously pray that he surfaces. He does, resumes lobbing profanity-laced taunts at the staff, and wanders across the pool to the far side. Now, that side of the pool had a dozen concrete lounge chairs rising a couple inches above the water. Just high enough to keep your body out of the body for some in-pool sun bathing. But the important part is that they’re made out of pool-deck material. So cement, covered in ceramic tile. Jutting above the surface of the water. So in yet another scene that appeared ripped from a bad movie, John drags himself out of the pool, stands just long enough to yell something at Miguel, then takes that one fateful misstep over the edge of the pool. We all just watch as he falls face-first into one of the slabs of tiled cement. And yeah, it makes that sickening, slapping a waterbed sound in real life. Luckily for John he landed face-first, instead of back-of-the-head style, so all he got was a busted-up face. He bled pretty good and likely suffered a broken orbital bone. Given what just happened to him, he didn’t look that bad as they wheeled him out in the now-acceptable wheelchair. But he still looked like a dude that was about to go to a Bahamas hospital to have his face stitched up and x-rayed before going to visit a Bahamas jail. I was chatting with one of the tux-wearing staff as they wheeled him out and asked if he’d been a problem before that afternoon. Turns out he’d been causing trouble the night before and almost got knocked the f**k out. See, you never know when seemingly harmless hotel worker you’re barking at and taunting is also an amateur boxer trying to make ends meet. Miguel looked pretty proficient in throwing hands; an amateur boxer would have needed just 1 quick shot to end John’s night. And with that, we were free to resume reading on the now-vacant pool deck. Cause we still had a few hours to kill off until it was dinner time. And surprisingly there wasn’t any line at the bar, so my pina colada runs were even quicker. Good times.

Limbaugh is a twat, but should absolutely keep his job.

Rush Limbaugh is at it again. I’m sure no one is shocked that he said something extremely conservative and shocking on his radio program. He’s the right-wing version of “shock jocks” (a term that is kinda ridiculous) like Opie & Anthony and Howard Stern. He just keeps his rants to the right-wing conservative agenda and avoids stunts like having listeners engage in sexual activity in a famous NY church. In case you’ve been living in seclusion for the past week here’s what happened. Georgetown law student Sandra Fluke has been advocating before Congress to increase the availability of contraception methods such as birth control pills. Rush Limbaugh, and many other conservatives, felt that insurance companies and pharmacies should not be forced to cover and distribute these products. As a part of his broadcast Rush went on to label Ms. Fluke as a slut and prostitute based on the incorrect idea that you require more birth control pills if you’re having more sex. Now there are various groups calling for Rush to be suspended and/or fired for his comments. Celebrities and other personalities that have gone through similar circumstances in the past are being interviewed for their opinions. As I see it, there are 2 main issues raised in this little exchange. First is the obvious one regarding a woman’s sexual rights. This is one of the few times that I actually see eye-to-eye on a social issue with my friend Julie. She believes strongly in a woman’s right to stand on the same sexual footing as men. She has participated in the Slut Walk in Boston and often engages in conversations on the issue at gatherings. (Yes, these often become uncomfortable to watch.) Essentially the root of the issue is that women are expected to remain chaste and never have sex. Any woman that does engage in open sexual relationships with multiple partners is labeled a slut, whore, etc. Men that do the same are either applauded for their efforts or at worst simply seen as doing what guys do. Men aren’t held to this same, archaic, sexual standard of chastity. I don’t hear anyone complaining about their insurance covering Viagra and Cialis. And those are drugs whose dosage is dependent on frequency of sex and therefore do lead to men being paid to have sex. Do Christian Scientists rally against having to pay for medicare even though they don’t believe in medical science? On the other hand, a company’s insurance plan should not be forced to cover any specific medication or treatment. I’ve had many plans over the years and have had various medicines covered to different degrees. Your employer should be free to decide what level of coverage they will provide for their employees. If the employees don’t like it they are free to purchase additional insurance or find a new employer that provides an insurance package more to their liking. The federal government has no business telling private companies what they do and don’t have to offer. Issue #2 is Rush’s right to say what he said about Ms. Fluke. The first amendment does protect Rush’s right to go in public and call Ms. Fluke a slut so long as it does not impact her pursuit of life, liberty, and happiness, or cause a danger to public safety. The fact that he did it as a part of his radio show is a slightly different situation, but given that his job is to express his personal views to anyone that wants to listen, he should be protected. If you don’t want to listen to what he is saying you don’t have to set your radio to his broadcast. Simple solution. He in no way has impeded Ms. Fluke from pursuing a career and living her life. I get called much worse things by better people than Rush and it doesn’t bother me. I do what I do knowing that not everyone will like it. Now then, people are freely allowed to get upset by what he said. But just because someone said something that upset you doesn’t mean that person needs to be silenced. If that was the case no one would be able to say anything to anyone. If you’re riding the subway and mention to a friend that you support gay marriage you very likely offended someone within ear-shot. Does that mean you need to be silenced and chastised for your view? How about we expand this to the international realm? Different cultures have different moral standards. Should all Western media be banned and silenced in Islamic regions because they find our views on women to be offensive? I’m not, however, saying that people should just take it and do nothing. If you find Rush’s comments to be offensive and against your values, don’t listen. He will remain on the radio as long as ratings dictate it. Try to enlighten other people on why you feel his comments were wrong without attacking him. Stop using products/services that advertise on his show. I even support people contacting those advertisers to inform them that you are no longer purchasing their product/service because of their alignment with Limbaugh. What people shouldn’t be doing is campaigning to remove him from the airways. If we start setting this precedent that people that say things that upset someone get silenced, where does it end? Who decides what is a noble cause to revolt against and say offensive things about and what isn’t? When a conservative is attacked and insulted as ignorant for not supporting gay marriage why is there no outrage? Why aren’t stations pressured to fire those personalities? It’s a double-standard and a dangerous one. At the end of the day I don’t think anything is going to happen. Rush will possibly receive a paid suspension and temporarily lose a few of his 600+ syndicated stations and numerous advertisers. And 6 months from now it’ll probably be like nothing ever happened. Sandra Fluke will keep up her campaign for contraception availability and be in no way hindered, and likely helped, by what Rush said. People are just too easy to become “outraged” and too easy to move on. (While I think Julie is insane and rarely agree with her methods and delivery, I do respect that she does not back down for the things she believes in and feels strongly about. She’ll attack me today no differently that she would have 5 years ago for saying the things I sometimes say. And she actively supports and campaigns for her causes.) I’d like to add that I fully support gay marriage. It’s just a very good topic to use as a counter-point in this discussion. In no way am I advocating against it or against the people that support it and rally behind it.

New Years Resolution

Ahh, the New Year. 2012. Everything seems so fresh and clean….and then you read the news and find out Philly was able to book 5 murders in the wee hours of the night number 1. That’s one hell of a pace. I’m hoping Philadelphia is the Tuffy Rhodes of cities, or we’re looking at some kind of record here. ($1 to the first person who gets the reference WITHOUT using the internet.) Regardless, this is the time of year that most people start making resolutions. It’s all you hear about on the news. It causes a noticeable rise in the number of exercise-related infomercials. Every douchey morning talk radio show has a bit about what resolutions people are making. I’m not a big fan of New Years resolutions. If you wanted to make big, sweeping changes in your life, why do you have to wait until the middle of winter to do it? Do you really need the changing of the year to motivate you? Why not just decide to do these things when you think of them instead of stacking them all together in January and claiming you’ll do them all before the next January? Even worse are the people that talk about how they make resolutions every year and actually do very few of them. You’d think they’d be smart enough to just stop making the resolutions every year if they know going into it that they’ll fail. Or at least be smart enough not to talk about how you make claims and promises that you can’t keep. Of course, the fact that they already assume failure while making new resolutions is part of the reason they fail. Once your expectations are set for failure, there isn’t really any punishment when you do fail. It’s why Cubs fans are so happy year after year. We talk a big game, but we don’t really think they’ll win it all next year. When they’re mathematically eliminated by the end of June it hurts less when you kind of expected it. Except for this year. 2012 is totally the year they finally win it all. It’s all part of Armageddon. Here’s one of the few times where I think we can take something from the corporate world and actually make it useful in real life. Think of your resolutions as a year-end performance review with yourself. You review how you did last year and then set your goals for the upcoming year. The real trick to making this work is having some system of rewards/punishments. At work, your reward for achieving your goals typically is a raise, bonus, and/or some type of promotion. Failure means not getting a raise, demotion, and eventually being told to hit the bricks. Real life can be much more fun, especially when it comes to the punishments. If we steal a page from How I Met Your Mother, you can make a Resolution Slap Bet with a friend. Let’s say you make 5 resolutions. For each one that you fail at, your friend gets to slap you in the face as hard as they want. That will definitely make you think long and hard about the resolutions you do make to ensure that they’re reasonable and can’t be undermined by outside parties. Saying you’ll get a 10% raise at work would be a pretty stupid one, as that is more dependant on the company’s performance rather than your own hard work. You’ll also make sure that you have a really clear pass/fail system in place. Nothing vague like ‘I resolve to be nicer to people this year’. You’re going to get slapped for that one no matter what you do. This probably wouldn’t work for everyone. You need a malicious friend that has no qualms with hitting you in the face. I have several, but I’d like to think my friends are degenerate animals and other people wouldn’t have such a deep talent pool. But even if you don’t go for physical abuse, you could just as easily set a non-violent reward/punishment. I’m sure most couples can think of dozens of things they’d like the other person to do that could be used. You could bet money on each resolution, so long as the money isn’t being exchanged b/t people sharing accounts. I have no problem giving Hayley $100, since it’s just going back into a joint account. Whatever it is, it just needs to be something that only can be triggered by the pass/fail of the resolutions and is strong enough to motivate you. Betting a friend $5 that I’ll do 10 crazy resolutions isn’t going to do squat. Now if you put some extra 0s in there, then you have something that will get me moving. And no, I’m still not making any resolutions. I don’t really feel like getting cracked in the face on New Years Eve 2012. Besides, there’s usually a non-trivial chance of that happening anyways, making it pointless to tie that to a resolution.

Bling is Bling...Even if it's on the Inside.

Our dog Tyler has finally suffered his first major injury. It’s debatable exactly when this happened, but he has a complete tear of his Cranial Cruciate Ligament (doggie ACL). He’s had some intermittent problems with that leg since winter, but it was never very serious and nothing that a couple days of rest and NSAIDs completely fixed. So it’s possible that he ruptured it months ago and just did extremely well until recently, or he started a tear before and ruptured it last week at the park. Moo point, since either way he’s going under the knife.
He’ll be getting a procedure known as TTA. Tibial Tuberosity Advancement. It’s not a fun thing to look at the descriptions of, so I’m going to skip that. Suffice to say I’ll no longer be the only one in the house who’s had metal surgically implanted in their body.
His rehab will be much shorter than a person’s, but still not really fun for Hayley and me. From the vet’s brief intro and what I’ve read, it’ll be a couple weeks of minimal walking just to get outside and go to the bathroom. Maybe some short 5-minute walks outside if he seems to be okay. After that, each week he gets to move around more and more until about the 8 week mark when he can start getting back to normal activity levels. By 12 weeks he’s supposedly going to be back to 100%. And technically he should be better than he’s been in the prior months since his knee will be fixed instead of broken. Hopefully that means he can return to the dog park and run like a mad dog with all of his new doggie friends.
One important question we still have is whether or not he’ll really be back to normal afterwards. If you read the description of the surgery you’ll notice that they aren’t really restoring the joint’s full stability. They’re just changing the dynamics of the joint in order to hopefully not require the full stability. The vet and the majority of internet searches do confirm the fix, although I haven’t talked to anyone with 1st-hand experience (except the vet, but she’s got a vested interest in making me feel confident). I have a line on a lab that had this procedure done, so hopefully we’ll have some trusted words on what to expect in the coming years.
And why do they do this instead of just replacing the ligament? Seems that since you can’t get a dog to completely stop using their leg for the 6ish weeks it would require to let a replacement heal, they have to find other solutions. Using suture thread and other materials anchored to the bones to simulate the ligament works in smaller and/or less active dogs, but not for large dogs with high energy levels. Aka, our 70# wrecking ball. If he wasn’t so active he wouldn’t have done this in the first place.
So, now that I’ve calmly done the background on things, I’m going to shelve this for another day and finish up after the surgery. Why am I explaining that now instead of just doing it? If you’re asking that question you clearly don’t read many of these and really don’t know me.

And week 1 is coming to an end. He’s doing shockingly well, which I kinda expected. Yeah, that should make it not shocking, but here we are. The first couple days were pretty tough on all of us. He was all knocked out from the annestesia; we felt pretty bad watching our tough guy hobble around with his freshly shorn leg. But it was but a few days before he was starting to get his energy back and feel well enough to try to sneak onto the couches and play his old games. He’s still got very little energy, which works great for us. He’s got about 30 minutes where he wants to play with his Snoopy (kindly donated by the good people at MetLife) before he goes back to just laying around.
But he’s walking much, much better already and only chewed out 1 stitch. We’re not 100% sure he got 1 out, or when he would have done it, but it sure looks like 1 is missing. And since he sleeps without his cone of shame, he had plenty of opportunity.
He gets his 2 week check-up next week at which point I’ll try to get a copy of his x-rays showing his new inter-bling.
PEACE!

No Other Primate Takes Medicine, But That Doesn't Stop Anyone.

So it's my final day of The Summer of Jarod. And as such I'm spending my afternoon watching the first half of the 2nd season of How I Met Your Mother. Granted I did some crunches and push-ups, but that doesn't count for much. The only other exercise I'll likely get today was Tyler and my walk down to Wissahickon Creek this morning.
Anyways...recently a couple friends watched a movie touting the benefits of living a vegan lifestyle. The movie even presents a few freak cases of people that can live normal non-protein-deficient life given the correct mix of expensive and exotic supplements and powders. And I have no problem with that decision. If that's how they want to spend their time and money, that's their call. I like expensive craft beer; they like expensive rice protein powders. Tomato; tomato.
However, one point that got made stuck with me. The remark that humans are the only adult animal that not only drinks milk, but also the milk of another animal. And that furthermore it's wrong. So because we're the only animal on the planet that does something it's wrong. Naturally that leads into all the other things that humans are either the only ones to do or not do.
Medical Sciences. What other animal on the planet can manufacture drugs like antibiotics, NSAIDs, antivirals, etc. What animal can perform life-saving surgeries? I don't think I've ever seen an ape performing a triple bypass, so we should probably give those up.
Cultivation of Crops. As much damage to the environment as we're doing with excessive fertilizer and proprietary seeds, it's still the foundation for our society. Without our ability to cultivate crops to feed our populations, we'd be down millions of people.
Written Language. Even see a jungle cat writing in their diary? Possibly a grizzly bear opening up a newspaper to catch up on current events? And while I have seen birds poop on a crossword puzzle in seemingly methodical fashion, that certainly doesn't count.
Cooking and Food Preservation. I'll admit that all other animals seem to be doing okay without cooking. However, since they have no means of preserving food or changing the nutritional content of their food to a more digestible form, they have to just accept what they can get when they can get it. It's partly tied to medical science, which is what you need when you eat old raw meat. Our expansion across the continent was fueled by our cultivation of crops and means of preservation and cooking of perishable meats and cheeses.
Not Resorting to Cannibalism. I'd wager a guess that most animals on the planet will readily resort to cannibalism given the chance. Monkeys and bears are well documented to do it. The great cats? Yup. Bugs? Constantly. Humans? It's really something we frown upon. There are remote tribes rumored to do it, and evidence that former colonies of humans have done it, but it's not something we accept. Clearly, that's a poor decision on our part as humans.

Alright, I think I've made my point. And I'm really running out of steam and need to refocus on my stories. Doesn't count as the Summer of Jarod if I'm putting in a non-trivial amount of work. And I need to go find some snacks.
The real point is that just because no other animal on earth has figured out a way to collect a nutrient and calorie packed food source does not mean it's wrong. I joked about it on facebook before, but I really do believe that if a monkey could figure out a way to collect milk from another animal they'd do it. Rock-hard starchy unripe fruit vs a delicious glass of lemur milk? That's a rhetorical question.
Mmmmm...lemur milk.
PEACE!!

New Town, Same Me

So the move to Philadelphia is complete. It's been just over 2 weeks and we're already settling in nicely and learning the area. Helps that we're in a lively neighborhood with plenty of bars, restaurants, shops, etc within walking distance. And I already managed to find myself a job. 6-month contract gig at a medical company. Hopefully it goes well for both parties and we can make it permanent in '12.
Another upside is that this is an extremely dog-friendly area. There always seems to be people walking their dogs everywhere. Anyone with outdoor seating has no problem with dogs chillin' under the table while you eat/drink. In fact, most shops have bowls of water on the sidewalk and treats at the counters. It's great. Now we just need to get Tyler to realize he's a 70lb monster and can't act like a puppy when we're in public.
Now then, the bad side. Seems that every major city in the north-east and mid-atlantic has to have some terrible city planning thing going on. Boston had that maze of twisting 1-way streets combined with an apparent fear of signs. Our little neighborhood of Manayunk has an even better problem. For whatever reason, they decided that streets should maintain their names even if the street ends for 3 blocks before picking up again. Let me give you great example (Dexter St in 19128 if the link fails):
http://maps.google.com/maps?q=dexter+st+19128&hl=en&ll=40.026037,-75.215642&spn=0.005529,0.011362&sll=37.0625,-95.677068&sspn=46.543597,93.076172&z=17
Dexter street starts nearby at Green Lane, goes for 1 block to Lyceum, takes a heathly jog, continues to Monastery and takes another jog, then goes for 3 blocks before ending at Roxborough Ave. But wait, that's not the end. It resumes 5 blocks later at Shurs Lane. And that's not an isolated case. Most streets in this area seem to just stop and start randomly at some point. So combined with the frequent 1-way streets it makes navigating by car a bit of a challenge. And since it's built on a pretty steep hill, I get lots of clutch work.
And naturally there are annoying blue laws. Beer can only be purchased from authorized distributors and only by the case. Except that some bars can sell 6-packs at horribly inflated prices. Wine and liquor? Those have their own special stores. So not only do I have to abandon my habit of buying 6-packs of lots of things to try, if we're having a party we'll have to hit 3 different stores to get the required adult beverages.
Car titling and registering? That was outsourced to the private sector. So you go to the DMV to get your license, then head over to a private business in order to get your plates and PA title.
All in all it's been a great couple weeks. The bars here have an incredible array of microbrews from around the country and globe. (An especially great one is roughly 100 paces from my front door. And we're on a first-name basis with the manager already.) We met a great group of people that bring their dogs to the park every day for some off-leash play time. The array of trails along Wissahickon Creek is a short 5-minute drive from our place. That includes some serious mountain bike trails as well as some more tame cruising trails along with miles of walking trails.
So here's to hoping that my job goes well, that Hayley settles into her new hospital well, and that this is more than just a 3-year bump in the road for us.
Also, if anyone is in or from the Philly area feel free to pass on any tips on favorite places to visit, eat, drink, etc. There's only so much we can figure out on our own.
PEACE!!

I'M not welcome at YOUR party?!

Let’s say you’re a group of people (a demographic, if you will) that have a history of being repressed and are looking for acceptance into the general public as equals. You decide to rent out some space at a popular bar and have a little celebration where people in your demographic can get together and support each other. With the support of your employer, you then hang up posters for the event on the bulletin boards around work to share the event with others. What’s something you probably shouldn’t do if you want other people/groups/demographics to accept you as equals? State that only members of your demographic are welcome to attend. So much for equality and acceptance.
That’s exactly what the LGBT group here at work has done. On multiple occasions, no less. Every time they have a meeting, party, gathering, etc, they state in no uncertain terms that only other LGBT people are welcome to attend. Straight folks? Sorry, you’re not one of them and can’t join in their reindeer games. But wait, if any other group organized a party and told the LGBT crowd that they weren’t invited there would be protests and lawsuits.
{picks up dictionary}


hyp•o•crite noun \ˈhi-pə-ˌkrit\: a person who acts in contradiction to his or her stated beliefs or feelings.


When they had their pride event here at work, in a conference room in the building, and stated that only LGBT people could attend, I was annoyed but was somewhat understanding. Maybe some of them didn’t want their straight coworkers knowing they were gay and it was the only way for them to make that first step. Even with that in mind, it’s still not really kosher to have an exclusive event for a group that’s asking for inclusion. The Asian pride event wasn’t exclusive. African American event? All were welcome. Every other pride event was open except for the LGBT event. (Insert closet jokes here)
And when you think about it, what other demographic can really have their own event at a local bar without it causing some problems? I haven’t seen the Chinese people here organizing a night out for their families. Black night at Tommy Doyle's? Guess what would happen if I put up posters for a straight white guy night at CBC? I can pretty much bet that HR would be giving me a call within minutes of staples hitting cork. And I’m sure the more vocal members of the LGBT group would have some choice words for me. Even though that would be well within my rights and exactly the same thing they did. It’s unfair, I tell ya.
I fully support repressed groups moving to organize and fight for their rights to be considered equal. But part of being an equal is letting everyone else play in your sandbox. It’s a tough step to take, going from your tightly-knit community with your personal identity to just being anonymous people among the masses, but that’s what you have to be if you want to be equal. If you don’t want me to act like it’s a big deal that you’re gay, then you have to act like it’s no big deal.
And to me, it isn’t a big deal. Do I necessarily want to see gay guys making out at a bar? Not really, but I also don’t want to see a lot of straight people making out either. Not ideal, but you need to be happy with what you get from me sometimes.
PEACE!! (and inclusion for all races, creeds, colors, and preferences)