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Our little family has undergone something of a revolution of late: it’s called Minecraft. Matthew started playing it, and watching YouTube videos about it, a few months ago. I’ve never been a gamer, despite rumors to the contrary, but Minecraft captured my attention. It’s a sandbox game, where you gather materials and use them to craft new materials and make tools and build structures and create an entire world. It’s addictive and amazing, and the story behind it is a classic indie-game David vs. entertainment industry Goliath tale.
Continue reading One. More. Block.
I’m draining the pool.
It’s nostalgia, sad and sweet. This was the best summer yet, though it was short because the San Juan schools granted students only seven weeks of time off.
Continue reading Early Fall
“God explains everything.”
That’s an expression of faith.
“Science can explain everything without invoking a god; there is no need to believe in god.”
If science has explained everything, then why are there still scientists?
“Science hasn’t explained everything yet, but can explain everything eventually.”
Isn’t that, also, an expression of faith?
— Ron – 2012-01-30
Imagine a campus composed of three small, rectangular, three-story glass buildings, each facing a different direction and located some distance from the other two. Between them are well-manicured lawns with concrete walkways meandering through them. Near the buildings are clear pools and ponds, occasionally a simple fountain, occasionally a railless concrete arch bridge crossing a small artificial stream of clear water babbling over dark river rocks. Here and there are abstract sculptures with surfaces of brushed stainless steel, almost matching the trim on the buildings. Looking between and beyond the buildings, the grass ends in what appears to be desert, with blue mountains tiny but clear in the distance. The azure sky has wisps of clouds and the air is sparkling clear, making the sunlight on the concrete and sculptures just a little too bright for comfort. The air is warm but not hot, and there is a dry breeze.
Continue reading Speaking of Dreams
For the past couple of years, I have wanted to write about the role of email in medical practice and doctor-patient relationships. I’ve finally done so, and posted the result on the Sacramento Medical Oasis blog. Here’s a copy:
Continue reading Medical Email
I run an asterisk PBX, largely to handle the complex telephony needs of Sacramento Medical Oasis, Inc. If you don’t know what an asterisk PBX is, you can stop reading now and you won’t miss anything. I promise.
Continue reading Managing an Internal Dialtone with asterisk
Dear “Virgin Mobile” pranksters:
Thank you for an entertaining couple of days. You really had me going! At the end, I expected some “Candid Camera” guy to pop out from behind my sofa, or at least to have a YouTube video of my odyssey go viral.
Continue reading Dear Virgin Mobile:
|People keep asking me why the Sacramento County Department of Health and Human Services, Division of Behavioral Health Services (to spare my fingers, hereinafter known as DBHS) is dismantling effective community programs in favor of a monolithic county bureaucracy. Lately, attention has also turned to the Sacramento County Mental Health Treatment Center, affectionately known as SCMHTC, or “schmick,” and why the county keeps paying for this dinosaur rather than replacing it with Medi-Cal funded Psychiatric Health Facilities (PHFs). Earlier today, I found myself answering the question in an email to a prominent mental health activist, and thought it would save a lot of time and trouble to just post it publicly. So here’s my take on why DBHS keeps insisting on spending more money to provide less service.
Continue reading Public Trough II