Earth's oldest known being.
My not-so-delicate sensibilities have been offended. There's a point where continuing to run footage of people being killed by the ocean ceases being news, and starts being obscene. Most of the news programming reached that point some time ago.Stil, my mind has been taken of the aspects of disaster coverage which have been annoying me - the shennanigans over who will control what aid, the “white people are more valuable than brown people” coverage afflicting much coverage - but not by anything as pleasing as the surprising generosity of the Howard government, but rather by the fact my left arm is in several more pieces than it was last week.
I have three very clear memories of the newaza randori session at Judo where my arm gave up the ghost: the appallingly loud noise (yes, it really is like a gunshot) the bone in my upper arm made as it twisted and snapped into three chunks; noticing a shower of fabric and fluff settling around me as I knelt, whimpering and clutching said arm in the crook of my body; and the disturbing sight of my hand flicking backwards a good 45 degrees past where it normally reaches as the bone let go and my arm gained another elbow, albeit briefly.
The actual break itself seems relatively pleasant compared to the convalescing, though. I'm in a U-slab cast; rather than pinning the arm (with the attendant risks of surgery, not least of which is severing the thus far still intact nerve bundle that controls the hand), the bones have been slid more-or-less into place, the arm immobilised, and gravity and the muscles are being left to realign the bones while they heal. The upshot of this is that there's very little I can do with my upper body, and I have to sleep sitting up. Dressing above the waist, washing properly, and similar luxuries are several weeks away, at least. Proper use of the arm doesn't reappear for 8 - 12 weeks, and it won't be available for stressful activities (like Judo) for 6 months, minimum.
Depending on progress, it may end up needing to be rebroken and pinned anyway.
Still, going to the fracture clinic at least stops me feeling too self-pitying. It's hard to when there are young kids in pelvic casts.
Things that don't exist, but should: Banjo Vi, the banjo band that plays covers of 80s hair metal bands.
I spent my first couple of weeks of incapacity inundated with visitors. Very pleasant much appreciated, especially given I'm probably rather less fun that normal.
If you suffer a serious, mostly immobilising fracture of an arn, ACC send your forms and ask you to visit them. Is this some sort of sick joke?
David Slack says it so I don't have to. Where I think he nails it best is here:
All of this of course, is as nothing compared to the outrage of the social engineering licenced by this nanny state. Or to put it another way - law enforcement is supposed to be what happens to other people, not middle class people like me. If I want to get pissed, or drive fast, that's my right, and how dare they tell me what to do. Because your rights are mitigated by the rights of others not to be harmed by the consequences of your drinking or your driving perhaps?
It's certainly been my experience with most of the people bitching about this sort of thing. I pretty much gave up on one local bike web site when they had a pity party for someone who was indignant about losing his license for doing twice the speed limit on the wrong side of the road. Apparently the police were rude to him, and should be out catching real criminals - a phrase I am now starting to regard as a marker indicating the end of intelligent thought up there with cries of “politically correct”.
Women (and men) who insist that pornography dehumanizes women to the point that it is quite literally impossible to make an informed decision to appear in it do far more than pornographers to dehumanize women [...] they would have women be reduced to the status of children, in which free choice, absent coercion, is no longer sufficient...
Caitlin Hall's piece is focused on reactions to porn, but it's a broader truth for all-to-popular strains of alleged feminism; the notion that's freedom for women doesn't mean actual freedom, but rather the freedom to do what what might be termed a matriarchy say womem should want to do.
The importance of understanding what it is you're asking for.
The importance of a humanities education rather than simple vocational training. I despair over the rejigging of our educational system, from high school up, to focus on vocational training, rather than thinking and learning.