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Wednesday, 01 July 2009
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A Story in Pictures, Part 1
Let's journey all the way back to March of this year....
*Paula, my sister by choice, came to visit for our birthday. We went to the Valley Museum and had a good time catching up!
*Katie and I went to the Frederick Meijer Botanical Gardens with Grandma to visit the butterfly exhibit.
*The Gardens ship between 600-800 cocoons and chrysalises in each week to insure there are plenty of brightly-winged specimens for visitors to observe.
*Of course, there were several other plants and flowers to look at, in addition to the butterflies!
*I finished school for the summer. Major happiness for "free-ish" time! This is the first time I've been off of school for over 2 years, and I'm lovin' it! Here is my control lab poster for microbiology.
*Jill came up and we went to Windmill Island in Holland during Tulip Time.
*Although the weather was chilly (note the progression of layering in the photos!), the flowers were outstanding!
*We had a lot of fun with Jill! Looking pretty in the tulip fields. =)
*The windmill still actually grinds grain at certain times throughout the year. The miller was preparing the works to grind later on the afternoon we were there since they were sold out of flour and there was a brisk wind. =)
*We warmed up in the shops and had fun trying on the wooden shoes
*Then, on to Memorial Day. As tradition dictates, we got together with our extended family for the holiday. Here's Mom grilling part of breakfast.
*Yup, breakfast is an important event!
*And, of course, my sweet Maya baby was there. =) Here she is with my Aunt Karen, her grandma.
*She's such a little sweetheart!
*I taught her how to slide. After I went down with her the first two times, she decided that it was so much fun that she could do it on her own.
*Trying on Katie's flipflops
*"Look at the big girl - ME!"
*Alas, the weekend was not without it's mishaps. Dad had an accident involving this metal ladder while he was going down the zipline.
*It's not supposed to be bent like this. Three grown men stood on it afterward and couldn't get it to bend in the least. Dad ended up with a broken leg, very, very severe bruising (think: one entire side of the body painted a deep purple), and some cuts and scratches. But we are thankful that God spared his life. Dad's watch was found scattered around the accident sight in 3 main pieces and several of the links are still missing. That is what should have happened to Dad, if not for God's protective hand. If Dad had hit the ladder in any manner other than the way in which he did, he would have most likely been paralyzed, experienced an amputation, or been killed.
*So, after spending an evening in the ER, we returned to our lodgings. The next day was my parents' anniversary. This is how they spent it:
*They had an enjoyable 1/2 day before deciding to take Dad back to the ER due to complications from the accident. The 2nd visit is when the medical personnel discovered the fractured leg. That ended Dad's weekend at the family reunion and started his 3-4 day hospital stay as the drs. monitored his INR levels, heart problems, the complications from all the internal bleeding, and began teaching him how to use a walker and crutches.
So, there is part one. As a side note, Dad is doing much better and the drs. are quite pleased with his progress - they may even allow him to begin bearing weight on his leg 2 weeks earlier than originally estimated!
Monday, 15 June 2009
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A Tale of Woe
Tomorrow I will attempt to post pictures from the past few months, but this short story will have to suffice for tonight...
I was working on the computer in the library when I heard a rustling and snapping noise coming from the dining room area of the house. This was not good, because I was supposed to home alone, and it sounded as though someone were moving around in the room. Oh, wait, I left the windows on that side of the house open. Which meant that the noise probably originated from a four-footed creature instead of a two-legged person.
Sure enough, as I snapped on the backyard light, what should I behold but a medium-sized raccoon in the process of emptying the "squirrel-proof" birdfeeder. (The term is used in the the lightest sense possible, since all the squirrels from the entire neighborhood are smart enough to "unsquirrel proof" that feeder.) The raccoon was obviously not afraid of me, because he raised his head, looked at me, then continued shaking the feeder (since he had already jammed the lid).
Fortunately, my father recently bought a "tool" to be used for just the type of occasion I was experiencing. I whipped out Dad's slingshot and bag of marbles and took aim at the coon. Thankfully he had accommodated me by ambling down onto the ground beneath the feeder by that time. I took aim... and overshot. Bummer. The coon was not impressed; he continued nosing the food. I aimed again... and the marble thunked straight down, which meant that it was now inaccessible to me in the flowerbed since I was leaning out the dining room window. Great. Still not the slightest bit perturbed, Mr. Coon continued to wash his stolen seeds and munch thoughtfully. Mind you, I was hissing and clapping my hands at intervals too, and nothing rattled him.
Well, the third time is the charm, because I actually did hit him fairly hard with the fired marble. He twitched a bit, looked down at the missile lying before him on the ground, sniffed it speculatively, and apparently decided it wouldn't be good to eat, because he ignored it in favor of the tasty sunflower seeds. Sigh. Stupid marble didn't even make him jump or pause.
I fired off another 10 marbles or so, and managed to send two zinging directly past his head and hit home once again on the flank. To no avail. Plastic marbles must not sting enough to necessitate action. So now, half an hour later, the furry bandit is still outside chomping down on the seeds (when I went out to confront him, he shambled up into the tree and reappeared as soon as the back door closed). And I have to go find Dad's 10 white plastic marbles in the morning.
Monday, 27 April 2009
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'Tis the Season...
A timely reminder about grades as we near the end of the college school semester. I like school. I like learning new things and seeing God's design in microbiology this semester. I like learning what makes things work the way they do and seeing how things fit together. I love getting good grades. =) And I hate taking tests! This is an excerpt from an article written by Diether Haenicke (a former college professor and president) that was printed recently in the Kalamazoo Gazette. The title: "There's no absolution or negotiation as grades are not given, they are earned"
"The sins of the past haunt the sinner on Judgment Day, and there is much howling and gnashing of teeth. A few nights of cramming won't make up for solid, regular study throughout the semester. Therefore, one after another sleep-deprived and irrationally hopeful student shows up at my doorstep seeking belated guidance toward a passing grade. Others seek an audience to offer pieces of outstanding contemporary fiction as to what afflictions and what incomparable blows of fate have befallen them during the semester. Other yet turn my office into a confessional and freely admit their sins, pleading for forgiveness... But my students deal with a teacher of literature who, while he loves a good story, also recognizes fiction when he sees it... Other students think grades are a negotiable commodity. They put on their best salesman faces, fully convinced that a win-win situation can be developed if both parties are willing to deal... As the old joke goes: 'What's the difference between a professor and a terrorist?' Answer: 'You can negotiate with a terrorist.'... [a] grade is a professional judgment, a seal of quality. By giving a grade, I attest to the student's ability to perform on a given level. I am telling a future employer or a graduate or professional school how well this student has mastered a given subject. It is a judgment on which I stake my professional reputation. That's why there can be neither negotiation nor absolution... The older I get and the longer I teach, the more I have come to believe that those who teach must love those whom they teach. And that includes tough love and bad grades, if necessary."
Time to hit the books again!
Friday, 10 April 2009
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Words for Good Friday
Ah, holy Jesus, how hast thou offended,
that man to judge thee hath in hate pretended?
By foes derided, by thine own rejected,
O most afflicted.
Who was the guilty? Who brought this upon thee?
Alas, my treason, Jesus, hath undone thee.
'Twas I, Lord Jesus, I it was denied thee:
I crucified thee.
Lo, the Good Shepherd for the sheep is offered;
the slave hath sinned, and the Son hath suffered;
for our atonement, while we nothing heedeth,
God intercedeth.
For me, kind Jesus, was thy incarnation,
thy mortal sorrow, and thy life's oblation;
thy death of anguish and thy bitter passion,
for my salvation.
Therefore, kind Jesus, since I cannot pay thee,
I do adore thee, and will ever pray thee,
think on thy pity and thy love unswerving,
not my deserving.
Words: Johann Heermann (1585-1647);
trans. Robert Seymour Bridges (1844-1930)
Saturday, 21 March 2009
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Do you want to expand your knowledge base?
Because my sister sure has no desire to do so. But she can't avoid learning something once she reads this post, haha! Since my life is currently being absorbed by the study of microbiology, I thought I'd post some enlightening tidbits for general reading edification.
* A note on cavities aka "dental carries": The use of sealants reduced the occurrence of cavities by 50%. Drinking water treated with fluoride brings about a 60% reduction. Eating low - no sugar lowers occurrences by 90%. Drinking pop from a can or bottle increases your chances of developing cavities on the front upper teeth because a lot of sugar flows through the small opening in the container and is concentrated on that spot. And since they are upper teeth, they aren't bathed with saliva as often or as well as the lower teeth.
* Certain kinds of yeasts and bacteria are used to ferment cacao seeds at the beginning of the chocolate making process.
* Bacteria have two basic types of cell walls. One is made of two layers and the outer layer is very thick. The other is made of three layers and is considerably thinner. This gives us keys to help us in the treatment of bacterial infections. Human cells have no cell walls - which means that any drugs used to weaken or destroy cell walls do not harm our own body cell structure. Wasn't that nice of God to put that in at the beginning?!?
* You may have heard that you shouldn't feed honey to children younger than 2 years of age. The reason? There may be endospores (think: bacterial time capsules) present in the honey. Adults and older children can deal with these icky things, but babies' immune systems aren't developed enough to handle them.
* I always assumed that antibiotics killed germs by outright eating them (phagocytosis is the real, fancy term they use in class) or by some mentally fuzzy method of warfare imprinted on my impressionable young mind after reading about Pasteur's rabies vaccine that injected "small soldiers" into one's body to "fight the enemy". Come to find out, most antibiotics actually work by weakening bacterial walls, by altering their metabolism, or by interfering with their ability to reproduce.
* It is thought that each person produces their own body weight in ATP molecules (cellular energy) per day.
* There are over 50 strains of Streptococcus pyogenes, the bacterium that causes strep throat. Which is why one can become infected with it again, and again, and again...
* Foods such as beef jerky and jam keep for long periods of time due to their high concentrations of salt and sugar. The s/s draw so much water out of the bacterial cells present in the mix that the bacteria don't have enough moisture to preform metabolic reactions - they are present but disarmed (until more water becomes available). However, mold can still grow even when the bacteria can't...
* I saw my first music video (listed as a link for one of our pre-lab assignments). Yes, folks, they even produce such things for lab geeks - the video was singing the praise of a PCR machine.
* Confirmed through lab experiments, I can assure you that it's true - your hands carry more microorganisms on them than surfaces such as your tongue, throat, the lab sink, the floor, objects in the bathroom (including the toilet handle), your nose, your arm... And I washed with antibacterial soap 1/2 hr before the experiment and basically sat at the bench listening to the instructor after that. (And yet, we live.) Wash, wash, wash!
* Bacteria reproduce exponentially. If you have 1 viable bacterial cell and it divides every 1/2 hour, after 24 hours of unchecked growth you will have a writhing mass of 281,474,976,710,656 bacteria, or 2.815 x 10^14. Don't even think about what would happen if you started out with 5 cells (or the large amount present under your finger nails.)
More to come in the future as I collect scattered notes and learn new trivia in the classroom!
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