Labor day was last week; it traditionally marks the end retail summer. Our summer goes on, but there is now no denying that the season is ending.
Beyond the Storm
— Ron Risley – 2014-03-24
One. More. Block.
Note: be sure to read to the end before you start implementing any of the scripts. They're currently out of date and no longer work.
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.
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.
I have a distant memory of a scene from The Buddy Holly Story in which (as I recall) his father is berating Buddy for wasting his time playing “that… that… that Jungle music.” I probably remember the line because of my realization that “Jungle” was a euphemism for a word we still don’t use, but the message to the audience was clear: Dad was out of touch with a music genre that would soon revolutionize popular art and define a generation.
Leaps of Faith
“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
Speaking of Dreams
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.
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: