Archive for January, 2012
My father-in-law is dabbling in stamp collecting and as part of his hobby he receives a copy of the The American Philatelist. The January 2012 issue has an absolutely fascinating article by William Moskoff entitled “The Campaign To Reduce Infant Mortality in the Soviet Union 1917–1939”.
With women in the factory workforce, Russia started to experience a tragic infant mortality rate. “In 1917 infant mortality was 350 for every 1,000 live births among women who worked in factories.” Moskoff writes and notes that was 2.7–3.5 times higher than the U.S.
Recognizing the issue, Russia took measures to educate its people. How did they deliver their message? Postal materials! Postcards and stamps provided instruction on topics such as how to bathe a child and how only doctors should remove bugs from a child’s ear (apparently common enough to warrant a postcard). Another thing the propaganda prescribed… breastfeeding!
“Nothing can substitute for the milk and heart of a mother.”
-Caption from a Government Sponsored Postcard, 1920
I thoroughly enjoyed the article and appreciate all the research William Moskoff put into it. Definitely check it out… at the very least to learn about the soskas rural infants were given while their mothers were working. Crazy!
You can read the article online here and download a full PDF of the The American Philatelist from the same site.
Well it has been a while since I did one of theses posts, but I just happened to be looking at my Site Stats and I realized I just passed 800,000 views on January 23, 2012.
|# of Views||Date|
|0||March 3, 2006|
|100,000||July 16, 2007|
|200,000||March 5, 2008|
|300,000||September 26, 2008|
|400,000||April 12, 2009|
|500,000||~December 15, 2009|
|800,000||January 23, 2012|
As always, thanks for visiting!
In the video, the main character is distraught at Green Bay’s recent playoff loss. She really, really, really wanted to see them win the Super Bowl and even went to the effort of painting her fingernails with green sparkles to secure a win. Although she had the best intentions, that gesture backfired and undermined the very team she sought to help.
Oh I laughed at her silliness, forwarded along the link and laughed some more and then went about my daily business. On the agenda besides work — our “Solid Food Initiative” with little Sagan. On Monday, Sagan had been to the pediatrician and when we described how much milk he was eating overnight, the doctor recommended increasing his intake of baby food. And truth be known, we were being a little lackadaisical with solids thus far. In the past weeks, he’s tried a variety of vegetables and ingested his fair share of rice cereal, but it wasn’t an every day occurrence.
So yesterday, we decided to take the initiative seriously. In addition to his usual breast milk intake, Sagan had two meals of rice cereal and then in the evening he had what we thought was a pretty hearty supper of green beans and breast milk.
Alas, last night he woke up numerous times and all in all ingested roughly 13 ounces of breast milk. 13 ounces! That was twice as much as he was eating at night when we talked to the pediatrician AND about the same amount he ingests when he is at part-time daycare… you know, during the actual day.
His consumption was so much, I had to do an emergency unplanned pumping session in the middle of the night (I often have planned pumping sessions at night which is a different story). On the outside, I may have looked stoic, quietly trying to find some kind of comfortable position to hold my head so I could rest my eyes. But on the inside I was that Packer Fan!!!
Instead of blubbering on about sparkles, however, my thoughts were centered on another item of the same color.
“BUT… BUT… BUT… I FEED HIM GREEN BEANS. I FEED HIM GREEN BEANS AND HE’S STILL HUNGRY. I FED HIM GREEEEEEEEEEN *gasp* BEEEEAAAAAANS!!!! GREEEEEN BEEAAAAANS!”
I have no doubt our little family will eventually figure out this whole solid food thing. In the meantime, though, maybe I shouldn’t laugh so hard at people on the Internet.
I am just one more sleepless night away from completing my transition into the Sparkles Girl! : )
Hardware is not my forte, but I know enough to know the advantages of redundancy. The vendor that hosts all our web applications knows that as well. Every vital component needed to keep our sites going are doubled up. If any one of those components fail, a replacement steps up to the plate. They do this with network switches, routers and even power. They also offer georedundancy. You can have duplicate copies of your servers in multiple cities. If say the Charlotte, North Carolina server goes down, the Chattanooga, Tennessee server can take over.
Illustration of Network Redundancy (Source: Cisco)
Ryan and I waited nine weeks before introducing Sagan to the pacifier. It was well-received. I believe Ryan even used the word “miracle”. Once we introduced the pacifier, some peculiar Sagan behavior suddenly started to make a heck of a lot of sense. He liked to suck for comfort. When you are sucking on a bottle, you are always going to get milk regardless of your hunger level. Sometimes Sagan wanted to suck without milk. Of course, we didn’t know this. Sagan would cry for his bottle and then smack it away…and then cry for the bottle again. We just thought he was an indecisive little dude. Once we saw him with the pacifier we realized– he knew exactly what he wanted all along.
That pacifier has become such a key component (for the time being), we can’t risk having a single failure point… especially considering my mother’s miniature pinscher has developed a taste for them. We practice a mini version of geo-redundancy. We keep pacifiers in our bedroom, our living room and the car. As an added safeguard, each location usually has its own redundant supply.
If one pacifier goes down [on the dirty floor] or is eaten or lost, there is another to take its place.
We also have redundant supplies of diapers, wipes, clothes, blankets…and of course, key breast pump components.
We may not have the five nines of uptime, but just like with networks, redundancy helps keep our operations running smoothly. 🙂
Whenever we are caught in a rain storm, Ryan walks calmly. His precipitation velocity is equal to his non-precipitation velocity.
“The Samurai doesn’t run in the rain,” Ryan paraphrases Misuyuki’s Five Rings, “He accepts his drenching with dignity.”
I take a similiar approach with Sagan’s spit up. It happens and when it does, I may wipe up Sagan promptly, but I’m really in no hurry to rectify my own garments. I accept the return of my own milk with dignity.
When Sagan spits up on other people, however, the situation is radically different. I snag the nearest towel, bib, blanket, clean diapie, used napkin, crumbled up receipt or whatever else may be handy and hurry to dab up the mess.
Over the holidays, Sagan’s Uncle Jason held the prize of receiving the most spit up. Christmas Eve Eve, Sagan had a big meal followed by a vigorous playing session. Soon enough Sagan’s supper waterfalled out of his mouth right onto Uncle Jason’s lap.
“Oh! Oh!” I stammered as my eyes scanned the immediate area for a blanket. I spied one on the coffee table. I snagged it and rushed over to Jason to help. Now armed with the appropriate equipment, I leaned in. Suddenly I froze. I looked at my outstretched arm. It was just a centimeter or two from its destination.
“Uh…..Maybe [your girlfriend] should clean this one up.”
So here’s my revised spit-up cleanup policy:
|Spit up on yourself||Samurai Mode – Can Wait|
|Spit up on other people’s shoulders and arms||Top Priority – Clean up ASAP|
|Spit up on other people’s crotches||Delegate|
Drawing above by Kamikasineo
On Christmas Day I met a retired park ranger and had a most delightful conversation with him. I knew we were going to get along when I asked him what his favorite type of tree was and he broke his answer down in categories (Flowering tree, general use tree, shade tree, etc).
He’s a wise man. I would have a similar issue trying to narrow down my favorite type of tree. I would even be challenged to pick my single favorite tree of 2011. But if I were to be asked, “What’s your favorite single tree in 2011 that resembled a punctuation mark?” well, then, that’s a question I could provide a definitive answer to!
So there you go! My Favorite Tree of 2011, Punctuation Category.