Archive for January, 2006

Weirdness

I could’ve sworn I posted an entry, but it’s nowhere to be found. It’s just as well, though, since the gist of the entry was that I have nothing new to report. I’ve been taking sick days from work, trying to moderate my computer use to minimal surfing and email. Less than 2 hours of computer use daily, for me, is akin to cold turkey from the computer for anyone else. I’m going a little nutty, as a result!

Based on mom’s advice, I’ve got a simple cloth sling for my arm, and it definitely seems to help alleviate the muscle spasms and excessive pain in my upper arm where all the pain has focused in the past several days. A sling is also a reminder to keep from over-using that arm, much like the knee brace was a reminder to take things a little easy.

I plan on resuming biking with Justin this weekend, and I did some walking and light jogging today. I’m not a fan of jogging or running due to the strain placed on one’s joints, but I occasionally break into a light jog if my exercise time is limited. I didn’t have my GPS with me, but we’re not talking a serious walk or run, here — 2 miles, maximum. Just something to get my heart rate up a bit, and remind this old body of what it should be doing. I put on about 10 pounds over the holidays, and am attempting to take that back down to 140 lbs. with reductions in my soda (Dr. Pepper, C2) intake and a resumption of my primary exercise activities: biking, rowing, walking and hiking. I don’t diet, ever, so the key is not living on sodas and not letting my geek inclinations and flared-up wrist/arm/shoulder keep me from my once routine exercise.

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O-kaaay

From an email response I just sent off to Justin @ work. I didn’t realize just how visually descriptive I could write. ;-)

My right arm is *trashed*. Trashed like someone took it off, backed
over it with their car, put the car in gear and drove over it forwards, then reattached it to me in my sleep.

If I had to do a field sobriety test today, I wouldn’t be able to lift my right arm to my face to touch my nose!

So, uh, yeah. Still trying to minimize computer use, although I have a bunch of emails I need to answer ASAP and photos to edit.

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Challenger, in Memoriam

It takes a twenty year anniversary to put the first loss of U.S. astronauts in flight back in the public consciousness. NASA’s Space Shuttle Challenger (STS-51L) was lost 73 seconds after lift-off on January 28, 1986, the victim of faulty O-ring seals on its Solid Rocket Boosters (SRBs), and a broken management and safety culture within NASA. The Shuttle fleet was grounded until 1988, at which point Shuttle flights resumed with redesigned SRBs and a newfound awareness of the risks of manned spaceflight. Did the management and safety culture change? It was said to have, yet 17 years later, we lost the Space Shuttle Columbia (STS-107) and her crew during re-entry — the victim of burn-through caused by wing damage sustained during lift-off. Unfortunately, on this twentieth anniverary of the loss of Challenger, we find ourselves again with a grounded Space Shuttle program, after the much publicized and arguably highly successful “Return to Flight” mission (STS-114) of Space Shuttle Discovery experienced a similar, though smaller, debris shedding and impact during launch. As a result of dual space tragedies, Discovery’s return to flight involved the first in-flight repair of the Space Shuttle’s thermal protection system (TPS), in a daring multi-pronged extra-vehicular activity (EVA) involving two spacewalking astronauts, the Space Shuttle’s robotic arm (CanadArm), and the International Space Station’s robotic arm.

Spaceflight is inherently risky, just as all great expeditions and endeavors are risky. Astronauts and their families know this, and many of them come from military and test-flight backgrounds — equally, if not moreso, dangerous enterprises. But that doesn’t eliminate NASA’s culpability in each disaster, nor America’s. So often, the American culture and media aren’t linked with the Challenger disaster, and yet they helped create the flawed safety and management culture within NASA in the late 1980’s. Americans had already stopped tuning in to most of the live Space Shuttle launches. Space travel was viewed nearly as routine an enterprise as commercial airline travel, in an era when commercial aviation wasn’t complicated by things like 9/11. Shuttle launch delays for weather and “minor” computer glitches were groused about in the media, and around the watercoolers and vending machines of the American workplace. Challenger changed all that, for a time. It took Columbia’s tragic loss in 2003, just minutes from a successful landing at Kennedy Space Center (Florida), to educate the newest generation and remind their elders.

I’ve always been touched by the lives of explorers and pioneers, particularly those of the space-faring variety: Chuck Yeager, John Glenn (astronaut turned Democratic Senator, 1974-1999), Neil Armstrong, Gus Grissom (died in the Apollo 1 fire, along with Roger Chafee and Ed White), Teacher in Space Christa McAuliffe (died aboard Challenger, STS-51L, along with her six crewmates, and the hopes of a nation to see more private citizens travel in space,) and of course, the Columbia crew — an international crew, including an Indian woman and an Israeli Air Force pilot.

To steal the words of John F. Kennedy, when he announced the goal of the U.S. to reach the moon within a decade, “…we choose to do (these) things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard.” Spaceflight is hard; I believe it will always be hard. Mankind has much to learn, yet, about breaking the force of Earth’s gravity to “slip the surly bonds of Earth, and touch the face of God.” (John Gillespie Magee, Jr.) We learn and adapt, but with each successful step we take, we set our sights on something more challenging in the distance. That is the nature of mankind, and it is a characteristic I hope we never, ever lose.

God Bless the explorers, for they help us see the Earth and space as nothing and no one else can. They put men and women, and their creations (Mars Pathfinder,) in places that our ancestors scarcely dreamed possible, and in so doing, open our minds, imaginations, and lives to new possibilities. Explorers take risks so that others may dream. Let’s keep those dreams alive!

I was 12 years old when the Challenger disaster occurred. I attended Space Camp in Huntsville, AL in August 1987.

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STS-51L Memorial (front), Arlington National Cemetary, Washington, D.C.
STS-51L Memorial (front), Arlington National Cemetary, Washington, D.C.
Copyright © 2005 Shannon D. Moore (OutdoorPhoto.com)

STS-51L Memorial (back), Arlington National Cemetary, Washington, D.C.
STS-51L Memorial (back), Arlington National Cemetary, Washington, D.C.
Copyright © 2005 Shannon D. Moore (OutdoorPhoto.com)

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Kickin’ Back

Still trying to avoid the computer as much as possible due to my wrist/arm/shoulder issues, with moderate success (I’m writing this, aren’t I?) I need to edit some photos for my bro of our past forays to the Las Vegas area, since he’ll be there for a couple weeks’ training. I also need to Google some info for him that I’ve been promising for awhile. In the meantime, though, I’ve been reading “Catch Me if You Can” and kicking back.

Today, Jus and I watched a Netflix movie, “Must Love Dogs“, together after he got home from work. Enjoyable, fun movie, though in that poignant, “Dammit, if that isn’t true!” sort of way at times. Think “The Truth About Cats and Dogs” or a more mature “Bridget Jones’ Diary,” but with John Cusack, Diane Lane, and Christopher Plummer.

The fact that we watched a Netflix movie is notable why? In early January, we found ourselves sitting on three Netflix movies, all of which were Christmas flicks — “It’s a Wonderful Life,” “The Polar Express,” and something else. We’ve been watching Star Trek episodes so regularly that our Netflix viewing has been reduced dramatically. As a result, we backed our Netflix subscription down to the 2-out plan (4 per month). We won’t even notice the difference. I’m starting to think we should do the same with our cable television, although we’re not there yet on our cost-saving measures. We did kill a few other extraneous recurring expenses recently, which feels very good.

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Ow! Ow! Ow!

It serves me right for staying up until 3 AM the past 4 or 5 nights, working on the computer. I’m having one of my total wrist/arm flare-ups in my right arm, with muscle spasms and three numb fingers (middle finger to pinky) and a “knife” in my shoulder blade.

And what do I do? Login to my blog and post a quick update while using my laptop. :) I’ve tried to take time away from the computer, which generally means getting out of the house (away from temptation and need.) However, I’ve picked right up in the late evening hours, basically shifting my work to overnight shifts. And it doesn’t help that instead of mountain biking, lately I’ve been using the rowing machine — not so great for an already sore wrist/arm/shoulder.

‘Nuff, for now. Guess it’s time for me to catch up on all these books I have, including the William Gibson novel I’ve had on loan from my brother for ages. (I loved Pattern Recognition!) I also have two new books I purchased on a whim after re-watching the Stephen Spielberg movie, “Catch Me if You Can,” the true story of Frank William Abagnale — Catch Me If You Can: The True Story of a Real Fake and The Art of the Steal : How to Protect Yourself and Your Business from Fraud, America’s #1 Crime.

Any whoo… definitely time to put the laptop out of sight for awhile. And next time I’ll listen to Justin when he’s nagging me to take an “ergo break”! 14+ hours straight on a computer, followed by many more 8-10 hour days, just isn’t smart, especially when you know you have repetitive motion issues anyway.

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Simple Things

Simple/mundane entry follows, of the “I did X, then Y, then ate Z,” variety. You’ve been warned. :)

After running errands today, including grocery shopping, packing & shipping a print order, and checking our P.O. Box, I headed over to my parents for dinner and a movie. Justin and I were just over there yesterday evening to visit and pick up the custom, hand-made light sabers my brother made(!!) for each of us for Christmas; I feel like a big moocher for dropping in on them again this evening. I thought my brother might be there, since he’s currently “between jobs” insofar as training for his new one has not yet begun. But, it was just me and the folks this evening, which is fine but exacerbates my guilt at imposing on them so often.

Justin and I were trading emails throughout the morning, and towards early afternoon I mentioned I’d probably head to my folks for a visit and continued forced-break from the computer. He allowed as how that was a good idea, and that his brain’s so wiped out after work lately he doesn’t have a lot of brainpower to spare (in our vernacular, that equals “I’m probably going to play World of Warcraft or listen to my iPod.”)

When I got home around 9 PM from my folks’, Justin was watching Lost, the TV series that so many people are talking about, but that I’ve not been able to really get into. My television watching basically only extends to watching the Olympics when they’re on, major breaking news events (9/11), or an occasional Discovery Channel or TLC documentary; or Cash in the Attic (BBC) with my parents. Justin’s the same, with “Lost” added to the lineup. Our television would never be turned on if it weren’t for Netflix and our DVD collection!

I baked some blueberry muffins to munch on as we watched an episode of Star Trek: Voyager together after “Lost”. They looked so good, I took a photograph before we ravaged them :)

Fresh blueberry muffin

Here’s to simple things!

P.S. Uploaded all relevant photos from GeekHabitat to my Flickr, now that I’m a paying customer. :)

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