Friday, December 28, 2007

Ode To Wifey

Four to six hours she sleeps
Yet regular daylight hours she keeps
Child number two has been tougher
Yet care for number one does not suffer
The needs of others around are met first
Of her own wants of sleep, hunger, and thirst
I don't hear a peep
This is one Lady who I am lucky to keep

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Christmas Holiday Break Course Catalog

ME-303 Advanced Playdo Manufacturing Processes
Students shall be given practical lessons on extrusion, stamping, molding, tool size, process rates, plastic flow, and cutting operations. Special focus on minimizing material waste and fabrication clean-up will allow students to apply lessons quickly to industry applications. If time allows, advanced forming of stars, butterflies, and smiley faces will be included. Note: this is a special accelerated class over the Christmas holiday break and requires concurrent registration for ME-304 Advanced Playdo Manufacturing Lab.
MTWF 08:00-11:55
3 Credits
Instructor: Prof. I Tellyouwhat

ME-103 Statics for Engineers
Students shall primarily balance forces to equilibrium. Topics covered shall include tip/slip, trusses, rolling contact, static and dynamic coefficients of friction, and overturning moments. Note: This is a special accelerated class over the Christmas holiday break and requires concurrent registration for ME-104 Wooden Block Manufacturing Lab.
MWF 13:00-15:55
3 Credits
Instructor: Prof. I Tellyouwhat

Friday, December 21, 2007

Rely on the Man Next to You

Today's word is a great arms-related word from waaaaaay back. We associate it with Greece, but it actually predates Greek use of the term. Only the Greeks could take a fairly straightforward concept like armed men in several rows of tightly bunched soldiers and work both a 'ph' and an 'x' into the word for it: phalanx. In the ancient days of combat, somebody recognized that an organized cluster of men providing mutually for the greater defense would work better than a melee of people trying to kill those from the other clan. The premise is that every man uses a large shield and locks it with his neighbors' shields, and then uses long spears to keep the enemy at bay until the bad guys were worn down to the point where a devastating charge could be mustered. Again, it wasn't the Greeks who originated the idea, but they are known for being the first to truly master it. And why not? Their hoplites were militiamen, free citizens, including philosophers, poets, and other non-military day-job types. I imagine that if ancient Greece had male figure skaters, they, too, would be hoplites. Faaaaab-uuuuu-lous hoplites, at that. Anyway, these were volunteers, not the driven subjects of some tyrant king. Recall also that the Greek culture brought us the philosophy of stoicism, which one has to buy into whole hog if you're going to rely on the man next to you to protect 1/2 of your body from the bad guys. Anyway, this organization of highly motivated individuals was earth shattering, or "paradigm shifting" as the corporate weenies would now say. Alas, while the phalanx was overwhelmingly powerful, it was inflexible, and its demise was best illustrated by defeats at the hands of equally motivated, but well trained Roman legions. Although, if all the real Greeks looked like King Leonidas from the movie '300', those Romans wouldn't have stood a chance.
As I've said before, Americans don't come up with a lot of earth shattering ideas, but we are hard to beat at applying the ideas of others with ruthless efficiency. An impenetrable static shield to keep the enemy at bay? A word with both 'ph' and 'x'? How about a radar-directed gatling gun that we mount on ships to shoot down supersonic and/or sea-skimming missiles... that's named the Phalanx Close In Weapon System. While 3,000+ rounds per minute of 20mm fury is dorktastic, not many of our ships are forced to use this fine weapon. However, I found a video at this location of an adaptation of the Phalanx described at www.warisboring.com. The Phalanx system is being used right now to save the lives of U.S. and British soldiers as a land-based defense against mortar attacks in Iraq. The night footage of the testing at the video link above shows the serious rounds this thing can crank out. Saving lives of our troops is something to be glad for.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

The Pantheon

Today's fantastic word is "pantheon", representing the gods of a people or a place to worship those gods. The above picture is from Sweetness's bedroom capturing what I refer to as The Pantheon, a.k.a. The Hall of The Lesser Gods. Puppy (white, at right), must be tucked into the blankets in precisely the proper position, pitch, yaw, and roll for napping and bed time to occur. At left one can see Triceratops (from the Yale Peabody Museum gift shop) and Reindeer. Triceratops sort of performs vital security functions, as far as I can tell, since he joins the family in plastic or imaginary form on most outings. Reindeer is mostly a lookout, I think. Rabbit (seated) is just a pretty face.

Why do I think about this? I'm on a quest to read the bible cover to cover. I'm over halfway through, 2 chapters a day or so. This puts me into Isaiah and Jeremiah, two prophets who I refer to as The Wet Blankets. They spent their lives railing against the apostasy of the Israelites, and predicted the destruction of their society because they abandoned the true God for sake of their false gods (idols). Every last forecast was proven true to the letter, so they were spot on. But I have to think, from the point of the individual Jew, that even the good hearted (who were being lied to by their own holy men) had to roll their eyes or cringe when they saw ol' sourpuss heading their way (yet again) proclaiming that nobody would bury the body's of their sons and the land would be left desolate. To say it got old is surely putting it mildly. Although the prophets got their instructions straight from High Command, I have to wonder how we can practice righteous correction... more diplomatically and probably find a more receptive audience.

We are most fortunate in the New Covenant we have today. Nonetheless, we still have the same human flaws the ancient Israelites saw. Sweetness puts great importance on various material (corporeal) things being in the right place for her routine. We do the same thing in a cup of coffee in the morning, or maybe a newspaper, or maybe a TV show, or washing our car on weekends... I habitually wore a pewter lizard around my neck for about a year until it had been progressively flattened by bench press bars to the point that it looked like it had been picked off a train track. These material things are truly immaterial for our happiness, but we cling to them to the point that they become little idols. Let's try to shake them off.

Friday, December 14, 2007

AVOID DEATH: Read this blog

A friend recently brought to my attention a ridiculous warning label (see below) for a front-end loader.

Engineers need to consider safety, but there's a point where it stops making sense. I can think of a recent example where we were forced to put a cover plate over a mechanism that moved so slowly, and was so difficult to access, that the only way to get hurt would be when you've got your hands on it to do some maintenance. Which requires you to remove the cover plate. In this spirit, I've come up with a few more warnings, some of which should clearly have been placed on I Tell You What posts in the past. I can only pray that nobody was injured as a result of my lax blogging.
AVOID DEATH: Vote Huckabee
AVOID PITY: Don't be a fool, sucka'!AVOID DEATH: Do not stand close to high windows in the presence of an outraged Protestant mob
AVOID DEATH: Clear muzzle of Sturmgeschutz and GAU-8 Avenger before loading

Thursday, December 13, 2007

My Favorite Shipyard

Their saving grace, really, is that they are unfailingly polite and do try hard. But man, when they screw up, they really do it right.

In Case You Were Sleeping Trouble Free

I recently read some mortifying reports of the United Kingdom's nuclear weapon safety. Apparently, until recent years all one needed to arm any nuclear weapons carried aboard warships was:
  • A screwdriver
  • A key for a bicycle lock, or a means of picking such a lock

That's it. The Royal Navy proudly reported that the problem was all taken care of, which is nice. However, Captains of Royal Navy submarines carrying nuclear weapons do not require launch codes for their weapons! It's like they refuse to watch Dr. Strangelove across the Atlantic or something. Mind you, this is the same outfit that brought you the sinking of the Repulse and the Prince of Wales.

If somebody needs a reference, post a comment and I'll try to update the post next week with the info.

Monday, December 10, 2007

Lies, Damn Lies, & Statistical Methods

This post is very long, and boring through significant sections. It is essential that you read the introduction and the I Tell You What big finish. The discussion section is optional, but hopefully informative.

Introduction: Due to some past events, Wifey and I found ourselves at the Yale New Haven Hospital. Right, as if there is a Yale Albany to confuse people. This is a world class institution, beyond a doubt. There those world class medical technicians were, performing tests on Wifey to evaluate if everything was OK with the pregnancy. The tech paused, and really lingered on one shot. Wifey & I exchanged a glance, because you're supposed to breeze through these things, right? The image was similar to the one below, and she was zooming in on the neck area until the resolution looked something like one of those fakes of a Sasquatch roaming the forests of the Pacific Northwest.

We were informed that the nuchal thickness was either 2.8 or 2.9 mm, depending on which side of the fuzzy gray pixelated line the tech chose for her measurement. The doctor was called in to review the measurements, and this questionable data was coupled with a quad screen to inform us that the pregnancy was "positive" for Down Syndrome. Some days you eat the bear, other days, the bear eats you.

Discussion: This doctor (hereafter: Dr. Who) was in for a surprise, as most swamp Yankees or NYC socialites referred to him are not (A) educated in statistical sampling and test methods, or (B) of generally dour and dorky disposition. I proceeded to fire off questions about his criteria for test, for evaluation, and how they compared to other accredited institutions. It seems that:

  • Some relationship was developed between this measurement and the likelihood of a 11-13 week-along baby to have Down Syndrome (DS)
  • Above this "normal" measurement the likelihood of DS is increased, although not guaranteed, and continues to increase as the measurement increases
  • "Normal" is often well over 3mm in terms of a "positive" DS result
  • Dr. Who personally adjusted the "positive" criteria back one standard deviation to the mean

Confused? Don't be. A sample spread (many are shifted, or flatter, or steeper, but this is a good example) of any population characteristic may be illustrated as below: I do not recall how many standard deviations this doc pulled towards the mean, but the result is this: more "positive" results. I'm roughing the numbers, but if the normal incidence of DS for a lady in her 20's (best case scenario) is 1/1500 (0.06%), you're almost 5 standard deviations from the mean. Given a normal false positive rate of this sort of screening is 5% (see Table 1 here) combined with ratcheting the criteria to, say, 4 standard deviations, you increased the confidence interval by about 0.06%. This means that on top of the existing 5% false positive rate inherent to the testing methods, Dr. Who has DOUBLED the number of ultrasounds reporting "positive" for DS.

Normally, such a move is great for the patient. By invoking greater scrutiny on a borderline or within-sight-of-the-borderline patients, you are more likely to catch conditions and allow treatment to proceed.

Did I mention there is no cure for DS? It gets better.

We were sat down with a "genetic counselor" to discuss Dr. Who's flux capacitor results alongside a quad screen, which is a blood test of both parents. Let me interject that quad screens, per Wikipedia, have a 7.5% false positive rate. Anyway, Wifey & I Tell You What have pretty good health, and a reasonable genetic slate. No Olympians in our clan, but no complaints. Long story short, something like a 1 in 50 chance of our baby having DS. Our options were presented as follows:

  • Abortion
  • Amniocentesis
  • Wait for further testing in 8-10 weeks and pray for good results

I took option 1 off the table immediately, and amniocentesis, which is essentially sticking a needle in to draw off amniotic fluid for direct DNA testing, was never a realistic option for us since abortion was not in the cards. We informed her that we would wait for Round 2 of testing before deciding to keep our baby anyway. The lady was... lukewarm to my approach, but she had no authority to make any decisions. We put our faith in God to give us the strength to handle whatever happened. Now, through no credit of our own, we have our second beautiful, and quite healthy to this point, daughter from that pregnancy.

I Tell You What!: One critical statistic, where I can site the Washington Post, Wikipedia, or Time Magazine, is that over 90% of pregnancies with a DS diagnosis result in abortion. Why is this critical? For doctors to allow a high false positive rate is often benign, because early treatment is a desirable thing and more invasive subsequent testing can correct false positives. With DS, that is not the case. There is no treatment that can help the baby, other than to prepare the parents for the surely difficult task of raising a DS child. Additionally, if the mother is willing to consider abortion as a "cure", then what are the odds she's going to wait for further results, if that means staying pregnant for 2 more months (no cakewalk) or have a needle stuck in a very uncomfortable place? Judging by the 90%+ number, not very likely at all.

But why are false positives really allowed in the first place? Insurance companies (the guys writing the checks for all this testing) are mavens for cost efficiency. Some live, some die, keep cost down, because that's the way it was meant to be. BUT, extra false positives mean MORE testing, MORE doctor visits, MORE screenings. Insurance companies hate that sort of stuff. Unless... they are fully aware of the likelihood of a positive DS screening result. Based on my knowledge of miscarriages, a D&C is an outpatient procedure. It involves an OB, let's say it costs $1,000 to $1,500 (guessing, folks). It is also the coup de main of an abortion. Now, a full term pregnancy, following the decision point of this DS testing, will involve a handful of doctor's appointments, perhaps including a few extra ultrasounds because of the initial "positive" result. This is assuming no additional complications, mind you. Then there is the delivery, which may involve a few trips to the hospital triage room for monitoring before being sent home. When the baby is actually delivered, you're looking at 2 nights in the hospital, a battery of tests on the newborn and THEN 18 years of dependent care, largely covered by... the insurance companies. And I have to assume that if the child really does have DS those medical costs, especially the portions covered by insurance, skyrocket.

Folks, I haven't even touched on the wellspring of material provided by the argument that people with Down Syndrome are, well, people. I may have gotten kicked out of the living room by my mother when I was a kid for making fun of Corky Thatcher, but I never would have denied him his humanity.

Time to wrap this up, it's late. Special thanks for inspiration to Patricia E. Bauer of the Washington Post of Friday, November 16, 2007; Page A33. What have we learned?

  • The bodies that God has designed are not yet fully understood by modern medicine
  • Doctors are making assumptions, just like you are when you head to your typical gas station because the price there is normally lower or buy size 11 shoes because they normally fit well
  • There are always pressures in our societies coming from directions or levels that we often do not expect or realize that provide motives for the people we interact with. That motive can be expected to involve money.
  • Sarah Joy's recent arrival was a blessing, and worth the wait

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Only in America

I Tell You What endorses tea drinking, which is becoming less uncommon in the U.S.. However, in American style, I was amazed to realize that we had FOURTEEN varieties of tea in our cupboards.

Big post about Sarah Joy planned for tomorrow

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

What's a Little Pressure Between Friends?


We arrived at the hospital at 7:30 Monday morning. By 8:30 the doctor had broken her water and pitocin was being administered intravenously. All set, just waiting for the baby. By 12:00, a different doctor was on shift and checked things out, nothing happening. Of course, Wifey is having contractions the entire time, I gather that it was pleasant. By 5:00 PM, doc #2 checked in again and decided to up the pitocin dosage after evaluating data she had taken from an internal monitor (exactly as medieval as it sounds). This was interesting to me because she apparently went against the standard protocol of the hospital regarding frequency of contractions and dosage. I admired the ability to independently assess the situation and make a hard decision. As it turns out, this may very well have ultimately averted a C-section. Bravo.

In the meantime, doc #3 came on shift around 8:00 PM. He came in, showed us the data tracking contractions and the baby's heart beat, checked out Wifey, and confidently declared that the baby would be arriving around 10:00 or 10:30. He was very polite, and very wrong. About 30 minutes later the nurse was rushing to make preparations and paging doc #3 because that baby was storming the gates. Wifey had to resist pushing for a bit, but a flurry of activity and less than 10 minutes passed and, voila, a child is born. Wifey did a great job pushing the baby. Git'er done!


Two observations:

1) Doctors use the word "pressure" interchangeably with "sharp pain", "throbbing ache", and "You will pray for the sweet release of death". I'm not saying they're doing the wrong thing, I'm just sayin'. Comedian Brian Regan has also discussed this cultural phenomena.

2) Sweetness was introduced to Sarah Joy. It went about as well as Al Gore addressing the American Petroleum Institute (see below). After bringing Sweetness up for over 2 years, Sarah's cries barely even register. I could do long division with her howling on my shoulder and it wouldn't bother me. It drives Sweetness crazy, though, probably because the "only child" party is officially over. We'll be working on our child-to-child orientation over the next few weeks, I'm sure. Note that I bought Sweets a necklace to make her feel special about her sister arriving. I didn't know it would be so large as to make her look like Flava Flav.

Back from the Hospital!

Vital statistics:
Worth a thousand words:

Likes: mother's milk, warm beds, sleeping, gazing at random objects 12-36 inches from her face, Tom %^&#$%^%^& Brady. At least, his gorgeous face on the TV screen Monday night coincided with an otherwise inexplicable break in her crying fit.
Dislikes: diaper changes, being put down, other Capricorns, going 15 minutes without eating

More to follow, thanks for checking in

Sunday, December 2, 2007

The Irish Won't Stop Breeding

I'm heading to the hospital tomorrow morning with Wifey for a scheduled induction (inducement?) of labor. Barring any complications, we should be the excited parents of our second daughter before nightfall. I hope to come back in a few days and post pictures and such.

Saturday, December 1, 2007

Everybody's Got SOME Reason to Give

2 Corinthians Ch 9:7 Each one must do just as he has purposed in his heart, not grudgingly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver. 8 And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that always having all sufficiency in everything, you may have an abundance for every good deed; 9 as it is written, "HE SCATTERED ABROAD, HE GAVE TO THE POOR, HIS RIGHTEOUSNESS ENDURES FOREVER."
I recently came across a description of several colleges that require NO tuition of their students. Not counting the service academies (a noble enough pursuit, regardless), there was a surprising number of these schools. I cannot vouch for the quality of their academic programs, but it's good to know the options exist for our child(ren). It brought to mind my own good fortune.
I spoke to the recruiter/counselor (Mr. Turnquist, who later became a friend) at Michigan Tech before my senior year of high school, and he said point-blank "Stewart, after reviewing your records, I guarantee that you will qualify for a full tuition Board of Control Scholarship". My college search was all over but the crying, at that point. The result? I completed my studies there just over 4 years later with virtually no debt. This has made me financially secure and independent from the moment I got my full-time job. That started a chain of events that allowed me to purchase a home and allow Wifey to stop working as soon as Sweetness arrived on the scene. Now I see the results in our daughter's behavior and development, and as a bonus Wifey has not had to work while pregnant for our second child. It has also left me capable of meeting the needs of others when the opportunity to help arises, as well as contribute to our church's general and missions funds.
When we no longer have children living with us, I will definitely try to give back to Michigan Tech. The leg up that the university gave me has been a huge help. I will spend a little time looking for other areas in my life where I could give back (or just give) to others. After all, I scattered abroad, what's to stop my from helping and thereby enduring?