Dec 142008
 

On his final visit to Iraq, President Bush received a particularly emphatic farewell from a shoe-wielding Iraqi journalist. The president demonstrates quick reflexes in avoiding the flying footwear, which suggests to me that he has taken up dodgeball as preparation for the hazards that will accompany his life as a private citizen. I have a feeling there are plenty of people around the world who are also itching for an opportunity to throw shoes, pies, and assorted rotting vegetables at this man.

The reporter also called Bush a “dog”, an unnecessary insult to dogs everywhere.

Dec 132008
 

A Canadian filmmaker is developing a method to place a camera inside his prosthetic eye. I might be able to pull off something similar by sticking a camera inside my trach tube, as long as I’m not required to shoot for more than three or four minutes at a time. Imagine all the undercover work I could do for local television news outlets. Then again, people might get suspicious when they notice me turning blue.

Dec 122008
 

Gmail users can now send text messages to cell phones. I’ve never had much use for texts because I couldn’t compose them independently. But now that I can send them from my computer, texting might serve a purpose. For example, I can taunt my friends who are still sitting in traffic while I’ve already arrived home from my 20-minute commute. Or I can send them random updates like “at my computer”, “still at my computer”, and then “please, anybody, talk to me”.

Dec 112008
 

The video below is an excerpt from the documentary Playing for Change that I first caught while watching Bill Moyers’ Journal. It features musicians from around the world performing a cover version of “Stand By Me”. The editing skills on display here are impressive and the song has always been a favorite of mine.

And if the economy still has you stressing out, might I suggest…puppies!

Dec 102008
 

This is usually the time of year when I post my annual “stuff you can get me for the holidays” list. But I’m going to skip it this time around. At a time when plenty of people are losing their jobs, health care, and/or homes, blogging about crap I don’t really need would be crass. I’m fortunate enough that I can afford most of the things I might fancy (you would not believe the amount of money I’ve saved since I gave up the hookers and blow). Instead, I’m going to pitch a couple of my favorite charities: Doctors without Borders (or Medecins sans Frontieres if you’re feeling saucy) and VSA arts of Minnesota. If everyone who reads this blog could give one or both of these organizations a few bucks, that would be enough of a gift for me.

Dec 092008
 

Let’s say you’re a factory worker and you’ve just learned that the factory is going to shut down in a matter of days. Your employer-based health insurance is also going to disappear, even though you’re pregnant and due to deliver any day now. In a desperate attempt to avoid getting stuck with a huge medical bill, you tell your doctor to induce labor. Absurd? Absolutely, but it also is a true story. And the poor woman ended up getting stuck with the bill anyway.

When the next administration takes office, I’m hopeful that we can finally stop arguing about whether our health care system needs repair and get to the business of actually repairing it. I’m not expecting miracles, but I hope a first step is providing states with additional funding for Medicaid and SCHIP. Jonathan Gruber, an economics professor at MIT, makes a powerful case for viewing health care spending as economic stimulus. Universal insurance coverage gives families greater discretionary spending power and more freedom to change jobs or careers. At the very least, a cash infusion into Medicaid and SCHIP might give overburdened hospitals and emergency rooms a little relief.

Dec 082008
 

For me and others with physical disabilities, comfort is a game of inches. An almost imperceptible shift of the hips or tug on a leg can separate “just right” from “totally messed up”. My body’s unique curves and twists, combined with a form-fitting seat, only increase my positional sensitivity. To give you an idea of my fussiness, here’s a typical exchange between me and my nurse:

ME: Would you move my pillow to the right?

BELEAGUERED NURSE: Sure. How’s that?

ME: Down a bit. 

NURSE: Okay.

ME: Slightly to the left.

NURSE: There?

ME: Up a little.

NURSE: That’s where it was to begin with.

ME: Perfect.

Dec 072008
 

I’m pleased to see that Obama’s plans for rebuilding the country’s infrastructure include the expansion of broadband access. People in rural America still lack affordable, reliable, and reasonably speedy pipelines to the Internet. In urban areas, broadband access remains unaffordable to many low-income households. We’ve been extolling the virtues of telecommuting for well over a decade, but businesses won’t truly commit to the concept until high-capacity broadband is as ubiquitous as the old copper-wire telephone network.

It will come down to implementation, of course. I certainly don’t favor rewarding the telcos for their monopolistic practices and any funds they receive should have strong consumer safeguards attached. Internet service providers are delivering a utility vital to the country’s economic health and they should be regulated as such.

Dec 062008
 

Someone recently e-mailed me about a $500 scholarship opportunity for college students who use wheelchairs. More information is available here. The rules require applicants to have a 3.0 GPA and to complete a 500-word essay. No, I will not write it for you. The deadline for entry is January 1.

I hadn’t heard a good mashup in a while, but then I came across this mix of Radiohead’s “Reckoner” and Kanye West’s “Love Lockdown”. The chilly atmospherics of both songs mesh well together without putting you to sleep.

Dec 052008
 

You sometimes have to credit American businesses for the sheer audacity they show in their drive to make a buck. A gun manufacturer is trying to win government approval to classify a handgun adapted for people with disabilities as “durable medical equipment”. Such a classification would qualify the manufacturer to receive payment from Medicare and private insurance companies. The company has vanishingly little hope of actually getting this approval and I don’t have a problem with that. But I do smile when I imagine a physician sitting at his desk and trying to write a letter of medical necessity for Aunt Ruthie’s 9mm.