Monday, October 15, 2007

Blog action day: Environment

I do not subscribe to the Gospel of St. Albert of Gore, so I know I will be a lonely voice crying out on the fringe of today's Blog Action Day.

I can so bravely proclaim my heresy because I don't think the enviromaniacs would burn anyone at the stake -- they'd be concerned about the excess release of toxic fumes into the air or something.

But that doesn't mean that I am not also a conservationist. Indeed, as the Devil may quote Scripture, let me cite to the Gospel of St. Albert: "Think globally, act locally."

Here, in my office, at the Undisclosed Location, there is a cardboard box for paper recycling made available by my building. I use it every day.

But my building does not have a recycling program for aluminum, and I bring a can of pop to drink everyday with lunch. So I have a separate bin set up for aluminum. When it gets full enough, I bring it home for recycling. I haven't yet carried the bag of cans on the train -- so there are days when I drive to work -- but not many. I take public transportation when I can -- and that's most of the time. And I save empty ink cartridges, too, because our local grammar school recycles them.

Before I moved here, I got all of the tenants on my old floor to dispose of their used computer equipment (printers, keyboards, monitors as well as CPU's). Yes, there was a selfish purpose: Disposing of computer equipment in that way satisfied our professional obligation to safeguard client data -- but it benefited the environment, too.

At home, we recycle cans, plastic, newspapers, cardboard, ink cartridges and plastic bags. In the City of Chicago the recycling program is highly suspect, so we've found alternate sources for our plastic bags and for the newspaper and cardboard. We're working on others.

The extremists in this world may be pitied or ignored according to your taste. But conserving our resources is only common sense. You do have some common sense, don't you?

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Snippets from the monologue

So we're flipping channels the other night between Game One of the NLCS on TBS and "A Few Good Men" on AMC.

And I had to say to Youngest Son: That's not Frank Caliendo playing the Marine colonel, son.

Joe Buck on last night's ALCS broadcast: "I hear Frank Caliendo's getting his own TV show -- but I haven't heard much about it...."

And how about Al Gore winning the Nobel Peace Prize?

I heard he's disappointed. He thought he was going to get the prize in Physics -- for inventing the Internet.

I'll be here all week. Remember to tip your waitress.

Friday, October 12, 2007

Visitor 20,000: Doesn't it just figure?

Here's what Visitor 20,000, from Springfield, Louisiana came here to see:

Well, let's be more accurate: This is the picture my 20,000th visitor actually saw.

You are looking at ex-Air Force Sgt. Michele Manhart who was, *ahem*, stripped of her rank when she posed for Playboy wearing only her dog tags. I did this post about the story in January. And I did mention her a couple of times in follow ups. And, as Visitor 20,000 shows, I'm still getting several hits a week from people who are vitally interested in this aspect of our national defense.

It is just a guess on my part, but I'm thinking it is the Playboy pictures that my 20,000th visitor hoped to find here. Call it a hunch.

I recalled -- at one point -- discovering those pictures on a link from Dr. Blogstein's blog -- but the link no longer works.

(Now don't be throwing stones! -- I had to check. That was research -- a public service to my readers, OK?)

It appears unlikely that Visitor 20,000 will be back.

Finally! Clear instructions

Chris posted about these cartoons this morning. It just seemed to fit in with my first post today:

From this site. By Dave Walker.

Curmudgeon seeks the comfort of the 19th Century. Word.

Whilst making the rounds recently, I ran across this post at Skittles' Place -- if you follow the link you will find a music video by an artist named Sir Mix-a-lot entitled "Baby Got Back," a big hit, apparently, in 1992. So says Wikipedia.

I am not often accused of being a feminist -- but I was, uh, uncomfortable with some of the lyrics. (I'd never actually viewed the video before watching it on Barb's site; I must have heard at least snippets of the song previously.) I am informed, though I do not really understand, that these lyrics are tame by comparison with some other "hip hop" hits. Word. (I believe that expression is correctly used in context.)

So I went Stumbling around the Internet looking for things that were more my speed.

And I found The Gentleman's Page, subtitled "A Practical Guide for the 19th Century American Man."

With this I can relate.

So, with apologies to Mother Jones RN, who has done so many marvelous posts about antiquated nursing practices, I herewith steal shamelessly cite limited examples from "The Gentleman's Page." (I have added my own comments in italics.)


"It is the duty of a gentleman to know how to ride, to shoot, to fence, to box, to swim, to row and to dance. He should be graceful. If attacked by ruffians, a man should be able to defend himself, and also to defend women from their insults."
Rules of Etiquette and Home Culture. 1886
Unfortunately, I can't swim -- and, as a practicing coward, I generally run at the first sign of ruffians....
"Never scratch your head, pick your teeth, clean your nails, or worse of all, pick your nose in company; all these things are disgusting. Spit as little as possible and never upon the floor.
The Curmudgeon always aims for the spittoon. And my aim is, gradually, improving.
"If you are going into the presence of ladies, beware of onions, spirits and tobacco."

The Art of Good Behavior. 1845
Unless you've brought enough to share?
"A gentleman never sits in the house with his hat on in the presence of ladies for a single moment. Indeed, so strong is the force of habit that a gentleman will quite unconsciously remove his hat on entering a parlor, or drawing room, even if there is no one present but himself. People who sit in the house with their hats on are to be suspected of having spent most of their time in bar rooms and similar places"
Martine's Handbook 1866
It's a good thing I don't wear a hat. Now they'll never suspect me....

* Never allow butter, soup or other food to remain on your whiskers
* Never wear gloves at the table, unless your hands are for some special reason unfit to be seen.
* Never, when serving others, overload the plate nor force upon them delicacies which they decline.
* Never make a great display when removing hair, insects or other disagreeable things from your food. Place them quietly under the edge of your plate.
Hill's Forms
I didn't see what to do if the bug was too big to fit comfortably under the side of the plate.

A milestone for this Second Effort -- and some sobering perspective

According to the not-always-reliable Sitemeter, sometime today -- maybe even this morning -- this blog will receive its 20,000th visitor.

This is exciting for me, anyway: Among other things 20,000 visits is roughly 19,950 more visits than were made to my original, long since discontinued first blogging effort. And my family knew about that one.

But the number of daily visitors ebbs and flows -- 60 one day, 40 on too many others. This is both good and bad -- it's a lot better than I was doing a year ago -- but Ken Levine gets roughly 4,290 visits per day. His blog started at the end of November 2005 and this one started about 10 days later so they are of roughly the same vintage. Yet, here I am, giddy as a schoolgirl to welcome my 20,000th visitor -- and he's had about 1.25 million.

Of course, it's not a fair comparison: He's funny.

And Levine is also an Emmy-winning writer, director and producer who's worked on some of the biggest hits in American television ever (M*A*S*H, Cheers, Frasier, The Simpsons, Wings, Everybody Loves Raymond, and other popular shows including Becker and Dharma & Greg). I've watched M*A*S*H, Wings and Cheers -- and I remember when Shelley Long was doing local commercials in Chicago -- but somehow it's not the same thing, is it? And did I mention he's also a former major league baseball announcer? Did I mention I can keep score?

But, I consoled myself, even though this blog has not yet begun to compete effectively with Mr. Levine's, my "public" blog -- as I mentioned here recently -- has begun to attract some actual traffic. Yesterday, for most of the day, my "public" blog was actually running ahead of this one in terms of visits.

That other blog is narrowly focused, both in terms of topics and geographically. So one shouldn't expect that a purely local blog would get Ken Levine-esque type numbers, right?

Ah, but then I found another purely local blog, Second City Cop, by an anonymous Chicago police officer written for other Chicago police officers. Sitemeter says Second City Cop is drawing an average of 4,630 visitors per day -- over 1.63 million since the site was launched at the end of May 2005. And this despite the fact that, according to this story in the Daily Southtown, the blog is "banned from police computers."

So I guess I won't start crowing about 20 hits a day, huh?

Well, anyway, welcome 20,000th visitor, whoever you are. Come back 4,000 times a day, OK?

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Hot off the CTA

Here's the Blue Line train pulling into the station near where I live. The picture was taken one sunny day some weeks back with my new camera phone.

I thought about using my new camera phone today, because the train -- nice and empty in this photo -- was so full this morning. At Damen, just before reentering the subway tunnel, we left people standing three and four deep on the platform: There was no way for them to squeeze in.

I mention this because, for the second time in as many months, the CTA is threatening massive service cuts and fare increases. A "Doomsday Budget" is soon to be announced. The last threatened round of fare hikes and service cuts was narrowly averted when the Governor provided next year's transit subsidy in a lump sum in the hopes that the Legislature (with whom he is locked in a blood feud) would provide a more permanent solution. Alas, that trick can work only once a year, and the Governor has promised to veto the only legislation that the General Assembly stands ready to approve (by a not yet veto-proof majority).

Now, since I have almost no readers in Chicago proper, why do I burden you with these sad, but for you irrelevant, facts?

It is because I am struggling with what the proper role or purpose of government subsidies should be for mass transit.

Some will say that if the system can't make it from farebox revenues then it should go under, like any business. But this would put more commuters into cars -- driving on roads built and maintained by one or more units of government. It is not exactly a level playing field.

And there are environmental concerns and quality of life concerns, too. My one hour trip to the office each day on the train also takes close to one hour by car -- if you figure in time for parking -- at rush hour. (On a Sunday morning, the train takes at least as long -- and the intervals between trains is greater -- but the same trip by car will take 20 minutes.) Cut mass transit -- or raise fares -- or both -- and traffic will go up... and increased congestion means increased pollution, too.

Of course, this is Chicago. It is generally assumed that there must be massive waste and fraud and idiot nephews and girlfriends and mistresses and ghost payrollers and featherbedders haunting the CTA -- as in every public agency -- but I can't tell for certain you where to find the waste and fraud and so forth in the budget. If this could be cut, could the crisis be averted?

The crowded trains will be the last to be cut, as I understand it, although fares will go up, particularly during rush hours. It will be the weekend and late-night services and the lesser-used routes that will vanish first -- but these are ones most important to the working poor and lower middle class who use them. And where 'early bird' parkers pay only $21 for Loop parking ($26 or $28 or more for later arrivals), is it so terrible to increase fares? (I pay $2 each way on the train now -- $1.75 for me because I pre-pay on a 'transit card' -- and I get an additional discount if I pre-pay $20 at a time.)

It is, I think, a question of measuring the value that mass transit provides society as a whole, but I don't know the proper units of measurement.

Fearless NLCS and ALCS predictions... sort of

In light of my recent spectacular failures in prediction the outcomes of the first round of the MLB playoffs, gamblers from around the world may be hovering in the wings waiting for me to proclaim my choices in the ALCS and NLCS... so they can go the other way.

And I'm sure that Boston fans (being instinctively more superstitious than Cleveland fans, I think) are hoping I won't pick the Carmines to advance.

As for the NLCS, Sari doesn't care who I pick: She sees the hand of Destiny guiding the Diamondbacks.

But (*drum roll*), without further adieu, I predict (1) that both series should be great, and I'll enjoy them more because I don't care who advances,(2) I'd enjoy the NLCS more if Chip Caray weren't doing the play-by-play and (3) I'd enjoy the ALCS more if Tim McCarver weren't providing 'analysis.'

Now, about the migration of major sports events to cable... and cable companies trying to create "premium" sports packages... a whiny rant is in formation, but you feel free to start the discussion in the comments already.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Don't blame me for this one --

Bennie, of Ben and Bennie, left this off-topic comment to yesterday's post: "No gloating over the Cubbies loss? I'm severely disappointed!"

I hate to disappoint anyone -- but I didn't want to be accused of being a "hater."


On the other hand, I got this video from both Oldest Son and Middle Son in the past week, so I suppose I have to share it....


And since we're sharing -- well, here's another one I got in the email:

Now, tell me, honestly: Does the rivalry of the Yankees vs. Red Sox or Yankees vs. Mets or Giants vs. Jets even come close to the rivalry of White Sox vs. Cubs?

Fall arrived yesterday afternoon -- a family roundup

News, Weather & Sports

We'll do today's essay in the format of the late news broadcast: News, Weather, and then Sports.... First the news....
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News

The Curmudgeon faces some anxious times personally. The disability money has come and gone and the cash flow from his practice has not yet restarted. No whining here -- there's plenty of it in the Archives if you feel the need. Things are too serious for mere hand wringing.

However, there are signs that things are picking up. If we can get through the next couple of months... maybe... hopefully... things will be at least OK again. In the meantime, charge card companies, not realizing how great is their peril, are thrilled to receive minimum payments and cash "convenience checks."

So I'm not spending as much time reading as I have in the past -- some of that time is actually devoted to working -- and now that there is work, work which at least holds out the prospect of eventual compensation, this does not strike me as unreasonable.

Some time also is being devoted to my other blog. The one with my real, actual name on it. I've figured out a strategy to build traffic on that -- traffic that can, potentially at least, turn into business for me -- and, in the meantime, build my web presence even as I throttle back, in cost-cutting measures, on paid listings that haven't developed the kind of leads I need in my practice.

And it's working, too, which is kind of exciting. But that blog and this must remain entirely separate. The other one is rather dry, anyway....
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Weather

The air conditioner was on yesterday morning at the Curmudgeon home in Chicago because it has been unseasonably warm here. But, looking at the weather forecast yesterday, we switched it off before leaving the house.

I returned early for a doctor's appointment yesterday afternoon and Long Suffering Spouse and I found the house cool... but a tad stuffy. So we threw open the windows and let the beautiful Autumn air inside.

By the time we returned from the doctor, it was time to close the windows a bit: It was too cool. And when Long Suffering Spouse retired last evening, she closed the last of the windows and pulled out the extra blanket.

It doesn't take long for the seasons to change in Chicago. People were fainting in the heat at this past weekend's Chicago Marathon; today the predicted high is 53° -- a difference of some 34° from Sunday.

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Sports

Youngest Son is playing freshman football at his high school and, until this past weekend, he was assigned the position that even football-wary mothers (and that's most of them) can appreciate: Second-string quarterback.

That means he practiced with the first team (and the moms don't see the hitting that goes on in practice, so they can pretend it never happens) and stood on the sidelines during the games, helmet on, looking grim and determined -- and very safe.

He had seen the field in only limited circumstances this season because the kid playing in front of him is very, very good.

There was a hint in the middle of last week that things might change. The freshmen scrimmage the sophomores every week on Wednesday; during last week's scrimmage the starting QB's hand got hurt when he was tackled. Youngest Son got additional reps in practice on Thursday and Friday but it was expected that the starter would be able to play on Saturday morning.

Older Daughter and Middle Son came out for the game; Oldest Son had talked about coming out, but he had come to last week's game, and he found something to do on Friday night that apparently left him somewhat sluggish on Saturday morning.

We had actually tried to talk Older Daughter out of visiting, especially when she had threatened to bring the Boyfriend.

Older Daughter's Boyfriend (or ODB, if you will) is a good sport -- but to travel two or three hours to watch a high school freshman work on his posture while standing on the sidelines? Was ODB, now a graduate student at the University of Illinois, really to be expected to forgo the opportunity to attend the Illinois-Wisconsin game? We didn't think so either -- and Older Daughter, thankfully, did not insist. (And Illinois beat No. 5 Wisconsin, which presumably means that an NCAA investigation is underway....)

Older Daughter and Younger Daughter went to pick up Middle Son at his school on Saturday morning. Long Suffering Spouse and I went directly to the game -- and arrived much sooner.

So we saw the starting QB grimace through the first half. After every play, as he jogged to the sideline to pick up the next call, he favored his right hand. Toward the end of the first half, he threw a 30 yard strike to his favorite receiver. Peyton Manning could have done no better -- but we saw the QB's face after he released the ball and gripped his hand.

Youngest Son began warming up immediately thereafter. He played the entire second half and his siblings saw it.

That's a good thing. But he's now the starting QB -- the other fellow does have a broken hand. Now Youngest Son shoulders the responsibility for keeping his team unbeaten in the final two games of the season.

I am anxious for him; I am trying not to let it show.

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So that's the news from here. If this had been a real newscast, you would have been subject to a number of commercials as well....

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Politician disappears -- and people are upset?

This is, for now anyway, the Mayor of Atlantic City, New Jersey.

Wayne Perry's story for the AP, posted this afternoon on Yahoo! News, says that Mayor Bob Levy called in sick on September 26, then "climbed into his city-issued Dodge Durango and seemingly vanished." Aides now say the mayor is hospitalized somewhere, but they won't reveal where or the malady from which he may be suffering. (He certainly is suffering, according to the story, from a federal investigation arising from recent disclosures that he exaggerated his service in Vietnam.)

According to Perry's story, a move is underway to declare the mayoral office vacant and install someone in Mayor Levy's stead.

It's not the way we do things here.

Recently, when the President of the Cook County Board suffered a massive stroke, voters here renominated him anyway. Then, when it could no longer be pretended that he would ever resume his office, his son was substituted in his stead... and elected.

Ah, democracy at work.

(Of course, we knew the incumbent was at home or in the hospital -- although he managed to be conveyed to or from at least once without the press finding out -- so he was never actually missing.)

And then there's the budget mess in Illinois: Despite the fact that the Democrats control both houses of our state legislature, and despite having a Democratic Governor, our State could not pass a budget for months after the legal deadline and the various parties are embroiled in public, personal feuds. (This Sun-Times column by Rich Miller will give you a taste -- a bitter, unsavory taste -- of just how bad things have gotten here.)

A lot of people here would like our politicians to go missing.

Atlantic City: How did you do it?

Heads or Tails #9 (Explore)


It's the day after Columbus Day and today's challenge from Barb, the proprietress of "Heads or Tails," is timely. Today's word: Explore.

So, let's see, what shall we talk about? Columbus?

No -- that's just what they'd expect us to do.

Whoever they are.

I've recently written about space exploration, as in this recent post about how Asian nations are mounting a serious effort to get to the Moon while the United States is merely pretending to revive our space program. But there's a follow up: NASA's administrator was recently quoted as saying that, when America goes back to the Moon in 2020, he fully expects our astronauts to be greeted by the Chinese. And he's apparently OK with that. (Of course it was George Bush who promised to take America back into space; therefore the next President -- who will not wish to be associated with Mr. Bush in any way -- will bury the program.)

I can just imagine how it might be if modern attitudes had confronted Chris Columbus (the explorer, not the film director) when he pleaded his case to Queen Isabella in the newly unified court of Aragon and Castile. "We have problems of our own," he'd be told. "It's taken us almost 800 years to re-unify the country after the Muslim invasion and you want us to go out on some speculative foreign venture?"

Of course the Indians wouldn't have minded. Perhaps the Aztecs might one day have discovered Europe.

It's ironic that the Chinese will probably get to the Moon before America returns. It took China a long time to come around to the idea that exploration pays benefits for a country as a whole -- they turned inward after the voyages of Zheng He in the early 1400's and were nearly swallowed up by a then-vigorous West in the centuries that followed.

Emphasis on "nearly." But China -- as I've so often read -- plays for the long term.

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And speaking of Asian explorers, meet Sheikh Muszaphar Shukor of Malaysia, scheduled to launch tomorrow aboard a Russian Soyouz rocket for an eight day stay at the International Space Station.

The link will take you to an article on Discovery Channel News wherein Shukor's efforts to appropriately practice his Islamic faith while in orbit are seriously addressed. From the article: "Malaysia's Department of Islamic Development prepared a 12-page booklet, titled A Guideline of Performing Ibadah (worship) at the International Space Station, to address such delicate issues as the Ramadan fast (postpone it until the return to Earth) and cleansing rituals (use a wet towel)."

The article quotes Shukor as saying, "Islam is very lenient. If I can't fast in space I can always come back and do later."

Lenient, tolerant Islam. So that a man in orbit can practice his religion.

Meanwhile, in a cave in Pakistan (probably), resides a model of intolerance (although, as you will note from the before and after pictures, his rejection of all things modern doesn't extend to hair dye).

Explorers can fire the imagination of the world. What a wonderful thing it would be if Sheikh Shukor's vision of an Islam that can be compatible even with space exploration catches hold in the Muslim world.

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I'll try to be more frivolous next time. In the meantime, check out the rules and graphics for Heads or Tails by clicking this link and playing along yourself.

Monday, October 08, 2007

Fearless MLB playoff predictions -- revisited

I suppose I could hit the "edit" button, rewrite the post and delete the inconsistent comments... but that would be wrong, wouldn't it?

Let's see: I'm 0 for 3 so far. And, in each of these cases, my suggested favorite not only lost... but was swept. (And, a footnote regarding the Cubs' abject failure against the Diamondbacks: The first reading at Mass on Sunday was taken from the prophet Habakkuk. It began, "How long, O Lord? I cry for help, but you do not listen!" Ninety-nine years and still counting. It's almost enough to make one feel sorry for the Cubs. Almost.)

The prediction on which I expressed some hesitation -- Cleveland over the hated Yankees -- where I said I was picking with heart over head -- is the only one which might come true. Emphasis on "might."

For the next round, I am picking with neither my heart nor my head.

I am thinking of picking with my liver. Or maybe my spleen....

Friday, October 05, 2007

Is there a real cost of health care? A horrible example -- and some questions about a suggested alternative

President Bush recently vetoed a proposed expansion of the State Children's Health Insurance Program (SCHIP) (the link will take you to the government site explaining the program) and the usual suspects are predictably aroused.

Here, for example, is an ABC News story about the feared consequences of the veto. Although the proposed SCHIP expansion had bipartisan support, not all Republicans favored it. Here is a link to an op-ed piece in the Kansas City Star by U.S. Representative Sam Graves (R. Mo.) defending the veto.

I'm not taking sides here on a political question, but I'd like to add a couple of observations and ask questions of anyone who comes across this.

I write as a lawyer who has some experience of the ridiculous nature of our health care pricing system. Let me give you a real-life example from a case that is settled and done.

You'll understand that I can't use actual names and must fuzz the details.

But I represented a middle-aged woman and her mother who were involved in a traffic accident downstate about two years ago.

Accident is far too polite a term for what happened to them. It was still daylight, but the driver coming in the opposite direction down the Interstate was roaring drunk. He hit something or swerved to avoid something in his own lane of traffic -- even the police were vague on the details -- and, because he was traveling at such a high speed, literally became airborne. His car flew into oncoming traffic, directly into the path of the middle-aged woman and her mother.

The mother was driving. And she could see, in that awful split second, what was about to happen. A maternal instinct kicked in and she turned the wheel of her car so that the airborne car would hit her side of the vehicle and possibly spare her daughter. The middle-aged woman saw her mother do this.

And the daughter was spared. But her mother's decision to turn the wheel was the last decision she would ever make.

Surprisingly, the drunk driver had some liability insurance. Not a lot, mind you, but some. And my client had underinsured motorist coverage. And since neither of their policies were issued in Illinois the policies were stackable (that's not true for Illinois auto policies).

Now the health insurance angle: The middle-aged woman and her mother were working poor. The middle-aged woman's husband had a job with a major retailer, one which has a justly deserved reputation for preventing its employees from ever qualifying for health benefits. My client had no health insurance.

My client was taken from the scene to a nearby hospital. She was kept overnight for observation and released the next day. There were a number of diagnostic tests performed -- all coming back negative. And because my client had no insurance, her bill was over $17,000. A health insurer would have been billed a far, far smaller amount.

And the hospital found a way to bill the mother, who was killed at the scene, another $10,000.

These bills helped me get the maximum available auto insurance benefits, yes, but then I had to deal with the liens.

The hospital had gotten med-pay benefits from my client's auto policy -- $5,000 for each accident victim. The balance of the mother's claim was submitted to Medicaid -- not Medicare, don't ask me why -- which paid only a few hundred dollars of the thousands of dollars still claimed. And the hospital took it, willingly, and closed its file on the mother. But that hospital wanted full value from the surviving daughter. And the hospital had its own lawyers seeking payment on the lien.

Well, sure, you say, but shouldn't the hospital be entitled to collect its fee?

But what should its fee be, please? What is the actual cost? What it charges Blue Cross? What it charges some other health insurer? What it would accept from Medicare or Medicaid? These are all different -- far lower -- prices.

I listen to the politicians bloviate about letting the market work, or making the market fair and I see insurance distorting any semblance of any market I can understand.

In the example I'm using today, this money -- which the hospital would never have gotten from Blue Cross -- was taken from a woman who needed this money to bury her mother. And, frankly, losing the mother's social security check -- whatever it was -- was a blow to the family's finances. These people were not retiring to the South of France on this settlement.

So I ask: Is it too late for the market?

I have to tell you that I don't have high expectations for a government run health system. Seems to me the recent scandal involving the treatment of returning war veterans at Walter Reed Hospital provides a strong starting point for any argument against "socialized medicine." We have been providing health care for soldiers, sailors and marines since we became a country... and we don't have even that down pat. Will adding hundreds of millions more people to the ranks of those who are entitled to government health care make things better?

This is why I was intrigued to read recently about SimpleCare -- doctors who have opted out of the insurance system, and coding bills, and large staffs devoted solely to tracking insurance payments and claims. From the SimpleCare website:
Better care for less money – it’s just that simple!

How does it work? We call it PIFATOS – Pay In Full At Time Of Service – and it is truly a "Cash-Based Revolution." A patient sees a doctor for a non-catastrophic reason – yearly check-up, a nagging flu, a twisted wrist, an aching stomach, etc. The doctor bills the patient after the visit. The patient pays in full before leaving. Because doctor charges are anywhere from 25 – 50% inflated due to administrative costs caused by the health insurance industry, you’ll be paying drastically reduced rates for your medical expenses. In conjunction with a regular catastrophic health insurance policy to cover extremely costly procedures, PIFATOS can save the average healthy adult and/or family up to $5000/year!*
The asterisk takes you to an example: It claims a catastrophic health policy can be had for $3,000 a year while a regular health policy must cost at least $9,000 a year. (In the last year I paid health insurance premiums -- a few years ago now before my wife got benefits from teaching full-time -- I was paying $18,000 for the family, and that was with several large deductibles that had to be satisfied before the customary 85/15 split would kick in.) If you spend $1,000 going to the doctor in that year, you've saved $5,000.

I am intrigued that there would be -- could be -- a market-based price. A real price -- and not one that depends on who's asking.

So, gentle readers, tell me: Is such a Nirvana attainable? Have you heard of this? Does it really work? Could it?

Thursday, October 04, 2007

What? No International CB Day?

Last month I grudgingly participated in International Talk Like a Pirate Day. Aaaaaaarrrrgggghhhh.

But today is October 4 -- you know, 10-4?

So wouldn't that make today International CB Day?

A quick Yahoo! search showed this post from Busy Mom last year on October 4... but there's apparently no groundswell here, no movement, no pent-up demand to commemorate 10-4 Day.

Can that be right?

Therefore, by the power vested in me as the sole proprietor of this homely blog, I hereby declare and decree today, 10/4, now and in perpetuity, International CB Day.

Are you with me? -- C'mon back.

I'm starting to think this may be as good as it gets for me, too

Even though I actually know better.

Stumbled on at this site
(from a very strange site called Married to the Sea).

It's just -- I get these crazy letters so often now.

For a couple of weeks there, I was getting them in French.

(I wish I spoke French so I could see if the letter writers' grammar was any better in that language than in English....)

And the letters are just so darn friendly. Like the one I got just this morning:
Dearest One,

I am writting this letter with due respect and heartful of tears since we have not known or met ourselves previously I am asking for your assistance after I have gone through a profile that speaks good of you. I want to find out if it's possible for you to deal with individual as to investment.

I came across your profile and I feel it's highly reputable that is why I pick an interest getting across to you in respect of investment at my disposal. I will be so glad if you can allow me and lead me to the right channel towards your assistance to my situation now. I would like to use this opportunity to introduce myself to you.

I am Sandra James 22Years Old Lady from (cote d ivore) ,the only daughter of Late Micheal James , My father is now late he was a well known cocoa and gold merchant business man in my country( cote d ivore) ,he was poisoned by his co-business partner a year ago.

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Wow. Bad enough to be poisoned by your business partner. But by a co-business partner? Have to admit the offer is tempting, Sandra, but I think I'll pass....

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Homily draws new suit in McHenry County -- and, as a bonus, an old joke about sermons

Stefano Esposito has the front page story in this morning's Chicago Sun-Times, but I saw the story yesterday in the Chicago Tribune.

Here's the set-up, just in case this hasn't made the news in your corner of the world: Angel R. Llavona, a parishioner at a Crystal Lake, Illinois Catholic church, didn't care for the sermon preached by the parish curate, Rev. Luis Alfredo Rios.

The Tribune story quotes the message Llavona left for Fr. Rios on the following Monday: "I attended Mass on Sunday and I have seen poor homilies, but yesterday broke all records."

According to the Tribune story, which describes the Llavona's newly-filed lawsuit against Fr. Rios; the parish pastor, Msgr. Daniel Hermes; and the Diocese of Rockford (McHenry County, where suburban Crystal Lake is located, is outside the Archdiocese of Chicago), Llavona "attempted to meet with Rios but was rebuffed." So he left a second message (again quoting the Tribune): "I came to meet with you and you refused. I am available for dialogue with you. You always say you want people to tell you things in front of you, but today you ran away."

But, according to Llavona's suit, Fr. Rios didn't keep running away. Instead, at another Mass, while Llavona was seated with the rest of the congregation, Rios played the answering machine tape and said (according to the Sun-Times story), "This is the person in charge of religious education here last year. That's why it is no surprise to me [that] we had the kind of religious education we had. That's why we didn't get altar boys. What should we do? Should we send him to hell or to another parish?"

I don't know how Mr. Llavona's defamation suit will fare -- and obviously there's some history here between these gentlemen that can only be hinted at in two brief news stories -- but, on first blush, it seems Fr. Rios might consider a refresher course in Scripture. It seems as though he may have missed the part about 'turning the other cheek.'

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But this unfortunate story at least reminds me of an old joke:

The priest was getting along in years and he tended to wander a bit in his sermons. Attendance was off -- worse, collections were off -- and there'd been complaints.

So the Bishop decided to call the old man in for a little counseling.

The old priest took the invitation in stride. He was eager to learn from the Bishop who had a great reputation as a fine, strong preacher. And the Bishop could see this in the old man, so he was very gentle in his coaching.

"Father," the Bishop told the priest, "when I give a sermon I try and start out with something that will grab hold of everyone in the congregation right away. I want them to even be shocked a little -- and then I say something that turns it all around and I have them."

"That sounds grand," the old priest said, "can you give me an example?"

"Ah, let me think... yes... there's one I've used a dozen times and it's always worked wonderfully for me. I start out shouting: I'm in love!

"You can see how that gets them sitting up, right, Father?" the Bishop asked.

The old priest nodded and the Bishop continued. "Now I make them wait -- just a couple of seconds -- then I shout again: I'm in love with a woman! Well, now they're on the edge of their seats. But I still make them wait another second or two -- and then I shout again: And her name is the Virgin Mary! And then I go on and they hang on my every word. You might try something like this yourself, Father."

"Ah, yes, yes," the priest agreed and the interview concluded on these amiable terms. And as the week wore on the priest thought and thought about how he could adapt the Bishop's technique for his own Homily at Sunday Mass, and he meant to write it all down, he really did, but things got busy and there were sick calls and confessions to hear and there was someone in to look at the furnace and somehow it was Sunday morning again and he hadn't had the time.

Nevertheless, the old priest was determined not to disappoint the Bishop. He tried hard to remember what he'd been told as he stepped into the pulpit to begin... and this is what he said:

"The Bishop's in love!

"With a woman!

"And I can't remember her name!"

Fearless MLB divisional series predictions

Cubs over Diamondbacks.

No, I'm not happy about it. (And regular reader -- and D-Back fan -- Sari has an interesting theory about why I'm wrong.) But I think the veteran Cubs have an advantage over the younger Diamondbacks.

It shouldn't matter though: Whoever wins that series will surely fall in the NLCS to the winner of the Rockies / Phillies series. Both teams are red-hot coming into the playoffs and this may be the best series of the entire playoffs. Somebody has to advance and I'm guessing... Phillies.

This is a position taken in profound ignorance, of course, as I only watch the American League... and this year, for a White Sox fan, I just couldn't always watch.

Both series in the American League seem pretty good to me and, with one exception, I don't much care who wins.

That said, heart over head, I'm going with Cleveland over New York. As a Sox fan, I am genetically programmed to hate the Yankees -- and even I can't find it in my heart to hate Joe Torre. And there's a part of me that wants to see A-Rod hit about .600 and put all the doubters to rest about his post-season 'failures.' But -- Yankees fans being what they are -- if A-Rod hits .750 and the Yankees lose, he'll still be a 'failure.' Go Tribe.

And in the match-up of the Angels vs. Red Sox, I suppose the smart money is on Boston. But my hunch is that the Angels will take wing in the playoffs this year. This is strictly a hunch. But, hey, I've got a 50-50 chance, don't I?

I'll make my equally fearless NLCS and ALCS predictions later -- when I find out just how wrong I was here.

And in the meantime... remember these predictions are worth exactly what you paid for them: Nothing. If you make wagers based on my predictions you probably should seek immediate medical and/or psychiatric treatment.

Unless, of course, you win.

Happy Day! Sitemeter seems better now...

I was really worried for awhile....

Curmudgeon banned in China?

I was clicking away merrily last evening, catching up on a couple of sites, Stumbling, fretting over why my beloved Sitemeter has abandoned me -- (Miss Bee tried to warn me about this -- but I thought she said I'd go blind. Oh well.) -- and I wound up on this March 12 post on Ellee Seymour's site -- and that led me to The Great Firewall of China -- a site that tells you, supposedly, if your site would be banned in the Peoples' Republic of China.

Well, guess what?

I'm banned.

I'd like to think I'm banned because of posts like this one from July, talking about our growing dependence on Chinese imports and the problems caused thereby. On the other hand, maybe they just have standards....

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The reason why I wound up back on the earlier post on Ellee's blog is that she mentioned in a much more recent post -- in which she disclosed that she'd been named among the Top 10 Political Bloggers in the UK.

You can say this much for Second Effort: I may not have a lot of readers, but it's a diverse group.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Is something wrong with Sitemeter?

Calling all techies -- (Chris, if you're out there, perhaps in your Blog-Op incarnation -- RT -- Claire -- somebody!)

At this moment I have four comments on the first post I put up this morning.

Four. And none from me.

And Sitemeter says I've had three visitors -- one just now looking for "Chicago's roadkill movie." (Eeeeeeewwwww.)

What's going on around here?

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UPDATE 2:02 pm: There are five outside comments on this post alone... and Sitemeter now says I've had no visitors today!
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UPDATE 4:31 pm: Now 14 outside comments on today's posts -- but still no visitors according to Sitemeter. And Statcounter doesn't work with Firefox? Can that be right? (It keeps telling me the login has failed -- and gives me directions for allowing a 'cookie' in IE6.x.) Sheesh.

An open plea to the Cubs: Don't win!

Yes, of course, you say. Just the sort of thing you'd expect from a Cub-hating White Sox fan.

But no! I'm thinking of the Cubs' place in history.

In 2004 the Red Sox broke the so-called "Curse of the Bambino" and won the World Serious for the first time in 86 years.

The White Sox broke an 88-year drought in 2005.

Long intervals between championships have been done. Right now, the Cub futility meter is merely 99 years. If they did win it all this year, it would be just another long streak come to an end.

But... if they blow it... if they lose... next year will be the 100th Anniversary of their last World Championship. That's when the opportunity will come for true immortality.

We put a fourth star in the Chicago flag for the Century of Progress Exposition of 1933. The City Fathers might be moved to add a fifth star to commemorate the Cub Century of Futility -- but 99 years just won't do it.

The Cubs need that third digit to become forever memorable.

Decades from now -- centuries from now -- when people reach for a metaphor of ultimate futility and frustration -- they can cite the Cubs. That's a lot easier to spell than Sisyphus anyway.

Oh, sure, winning now will make a lot of people in Chicago happy. Probably about two-thirds of all the baseball fans in Chicago. (Even Sox fans are forced to acknowledge there are more Cub than White Sox fans in Chicago -- there are several reasons why -- none of which are relevant to today's plea.)

But that number of happy people will include all sorts of bandwagon jumpers and true Cub fans surely don't want them riding along. They'll want the triumph for themselves.

But winning a World Series is just a moment. A fleeting thing. Cub fans: Just ask your White Sox fan neighbors.

You have a chance for a truly memorable achievement here. So, join with me Cub fans, and root against your team.

Destiny awaits.

Heads or Tails #8 (Stack)


Yet another challenge from Barb, the proprietress of "Heads or Tails."

(Check out the rules and graphics by clicking this link and playing along yourself.)

Today's word: Stack.

This, I thought, was a toughie.

Well, there's smokestacks.

Or library stacks.

There's a haystack -- this one, you may notice, comes complete with a needle.

(Yeah, it took me awhile to find it, too. So don't be embarrassed.)

And, of course, there's the one you figured me to go for first, didn't you? The Commodores doing "Brick House"....

She's a brick----house
She's mighty mighty, just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick----house
The lady's stacked and that's a fact,
ain't holding nothing back.

Is chair dancing permitted at your place of employment? Because that song's in your head now, isn't it?

Monday, October 01, 2007

Curmudgeon presents: Really short science fiction theatre

Hmmmm. What to say about this? How about....

:mrgreen: :neutral: :twisted: :arrow: :shock: :smile: :???: :cool: :evil: :grin: :idea: :oops: :razz: :roll: :wink: :cry: :eek: :lol: :mad: :sad: :!: :?:

An announcement on Facebook

Younger Daughter almost tackled me the other night as I came through the front door.

"You have to see this!"

She was so excited, in fact, that she forgot her solemn vow never to let a parental unit actually view a Facebook page.

I don't believe that users actually have to take a vow to keep their parents away from their Facebook pages -- but I believe the Terms of Service require something awfully close.

That's supposition on my part, of course.

And Younger Daughter didn't actually let me see her Facebook page.

No: I was dragged over to the computer (let me put down my briefcase, will you?) to see Oldest Son's Facebook.

I have fretted about Facebook pages here in the past: I keep reading articles about how people have been denied jobs, or had job offers pulled, because an employer got wind of inappropriate photos on a social networking site. I couldn't persuade Oldest Son to drop his Facebook site entirely as graduation loomed last Spring -- but he did 'corporatize' it, 'burying' (he said) or even taking off potentially incriminating photos or comments.

But this...

Well, Younger Daughter was beside herself. How could she have missed this? she said, over and over again. "I should have stalked him more," she said, "then I would have known about this sooner."

There was apparently a "news feed" and everything.

And Younger Daughter had missed it. For two whole weeks!

By this point Younger Daughter had practically pressed my nose into the computer screen. "Don't you see it?" she screamed. In my ear.

(*Ouch.*)

But I didn't see any photos -- that's what I was looking for initially -- and my nose was pressed too near the screen to allow the words to come into focus.

I shook Younger Daughter loose so I could move my head to a point where I might read the screen.

Finally, I saw what Younger Daughter was so frantically indicating: A little red heart followed by a single line of text. Oldest Son disclosed he is "in a relationship with" someone.

Naturally, I saw only a name -- but Younger Daughter, having had an hour or more head start, had determined an entire biography. The young lady in question is someone Oldest Son met in undergraduate. Younger Daughter knew her major, her graduate school plans, that she's living with her parents (not in Chicago, interestingly enough), and the extracurricular activities in which this young lady had participated in during college. Younger Daughter had already debated with Older Daughter -- who apparently knew about this relationship some time ago -- about whether Younger Daughter should try and "friend" this poor girl.

(Translators' note: In Facebook terms, "to friend" is a verb.)

My reaction cruelly disappointed Younger Daughter. "That's nice," I said. "Now I would like to go eat dinner, please."

Oldest Son filled us in on the details over the weekend. As I suspected, he'd been dating this girl for some time -- mind you, my suspicions were entirely general, not specific -- I just figured that, if he was capable of falling, Senior year is a most vulnerable time. Older Daughter had even met the girl during graduation weekend, when we all came down for the ceremony; Oldest Son, however, had sworn her to secrecy.

Oldest Son and his girlfriend have apparently visited each other during the Summer -- and the girlfriend (I'll come up with a name later) was beginning to get increasingly put out by Oldest Son's nondisclosure of their continuing relationship.

He tried to warn her of Younger Daughter's reaction.

And, then, when Oldest Son finally bent under the pressure and posted it on Facebook (among the young people, apparently, things just aren't so unless they are posted on the Internet) and Younger Daughter failed to discover the disclosure for two whole weeks, the girlfriend began to give Oldest Son some guff: "See, it wasn't so bad," she told him, "nothing happened."

She no doubt is reconsidering that at this moment. But Younger Daughter has at least stopped shrieking....