Category: Journal

Highway

My desk at the new job is next to a row of windows. The foreground view is a busy highway, but I can also see planes landing on 26L and 26R at YVR. There are no pigeons defecating all over the window as was the case at my old job.

The transition is going pretty smoothly apart from the streaming cold I had. The first few days at a job are always just a lot of reading, anyway. I learned how to make IE Browser Helper Objects yesterday.

The biggest drama has been getting my old bike up and running. I felt justified spending a bit of money on it since I would no longer have to pay for bus passes, so I bought fenders and panniers and some riding clothes. But riding home on Tuesday one of the links on my chain seized up, causing problems when it went through the rear derailleur. So the bike is in the shop again.

It took me almost 40 minutes to ride on Tuesday, but I figure when I get in better shape and figure out the best route to take, I can cut that pretty much in half.

But the good news is that the bus ride to and from is only half an hour if I time it right (which so far I haven’t managed to), and Andrea has given me a lift a couple of times in the morning.

Why We Innoculate

I should have noted this earlier, but the last month has been pretty busy. Turns out that the original research used to support the idea that vaccinations cause autism was based on falsified data.

That’s right. Made up out of whole cloth.

I feel tremendous empathy for the health-care professionals in places like the UK and Minnesota, where childhood diseases are making a comeback due to the idiocy of anti-vaccinators.

In case you wondered why we vaccinate, Jim McDonald has a whole list of reasons:

  • Hepatitis B
  • Polio
  • Diptheria
  • Pertussis
  • Tetanus
  • Haemophilus influenzae type B
  • Measles
  • Mumps
  • Rubella
  • Chicken Pox

You may not even have heard of these diseases, because we were this close to wiping them out. Now, thanks to a few noisy idiots, you may come accross them all to often in the future.

On tiny little gravestones.