<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033394445118263167</id><updated>2011-08-30T07:14:58.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>alicea.s.ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alicea w.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07410803819758448865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SLyZiFVDWkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EjaWEBnn-Mo/S220/KahunaFalls.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033394445118263167.post-4992749307984274632</id><published>2011-08-14T11:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T20:52:53.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Texas Medical Terms</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ever get confused with all the medical words your doctors use?  This  list of Texas medical terms and definitions will help.  I do not have a  problem with Texas.  I have a problem with people using medical words  wrong.  This shows you how to use them right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;artery = the study of paintings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bacteria = back door to the cafeteria&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;barium = what doctors do when patients die&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;benign = the year after you be 8&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cesarean section = a neighborhood in Rome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cat scan = searching for kitty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cauterize = made eye contact with her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;colic = a sheep dog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;coma = a punctuation mark&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;D&amp;amp;C = where Washington is&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dilate = to live long&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;enema = not a friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fester = quicker than someone else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fibula = a small lie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;genital = a non-Jewish person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;G.I. series = world series of military baseball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hangnail = what you hang your coat on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;impotent = distinguished, well-known&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;labor pain = getting hurt at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;medical staff = a doctor's cane&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;morbid = a higher offer than I bid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nitrates = cheaper than day rates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;node = I knew it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;outpatient = a person who has fainted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pap smear = a fatherhood test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pelvis = second cousin to Elvis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;post-operative = a letter carrier&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;recovery room = place to do upholstery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rectum = almost killed him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;secretion = hiding something&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seizure = a Roman emperor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tablet = a small table&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;terminal illness = getting sick at the airport&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tumor = more than one&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;urine = opposite of you're out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;varicose = nearby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033394445118263167-4992749307984274632?l=aliceawu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/feeds/4992749307984274632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7033394445118263167&amp;postID=4992749307984274632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/4992749307984274632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/4992749307984274632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-texas-medical-terms.html' title='On Texas Medical Terms'/><author><name>alicea w.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07410803819758448865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SLyZiFVDWkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EjaWEBnn-Mo/S220/KahunaFalls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033394445118263167.post-8431300136310407572</id><published>2011-06-21T20:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T20:51:04.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Christian Doctoring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Christian Doctoring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What do you think of when you imagine a  "Christian doctor"?  Do you visualize a condemning pro-life activist?   Do you think of someone withholding birth control from teenagers in an  attempt to prevent promiscuity?  Maybe you visualize a medical  missionary in a third-world country.  Well, I am none of the above but I  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; a Christian doctor.  It has taken me a long time to  understand what it means to be a Christian doctor.  Since medical  school, I have been a part of Christian Medical and Dental Association  (CMDA), New York Medical College Christian Fellowship (NYMCCF), New Hope  Fellowship Church (NHF), Morning Star New York Church (MSNY), First  Baptist Church of San Francisco (FBCSF), City Presbyterian Church (CPC),  Central Peninsula Church (another CPC), and Many Other Christian and  Medical Groups With Short and Long Names and Abbreviations  (MOCMGWSLNA).  While these groups attempted to define "Christian  doctor," I still had the same basic question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If a non-Christian doctor can embrace Christian virtues e.g. love,  compassion, patience, etc., what sets a Christian doctor apart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I  met a nice Christian man named Greg several years ago.  I got to know him  more recently as I became involved in his medical care.  He has a  terminal illness.  While those surrounding him were saddened by the  diagnosis, Greg seems to be in happy spirits.  He is very knowledgeable  of his advanced disease, but chose not to let that interfere with his  daily life.  He was still speaking at church, taking his son to the  beach, and asking me out to lunch.  As a doctor, it is always hard to  have the end-of-life discussion with a patient.  (Sometimes, I think it  is more uncomfortable for the doctor than for the patient.)  However, when I  spoke to Greg about his wishes, it was very easy: he was certain that  it was God's will for him to return to India.  Other doctors, Greg  himself, and I all had concerns about his physical state for traveling.   However, Greg was able to see God's big picture for him beyond his  illness.  Soon, I began seeing it too.  I no longer worried about this  lab abnormality and that lab abnormality in his chart, and saw God's  grand promise to bring him back to India.  I am certain that God follows  through with His promises once He makes them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perhaps what sets a Christian doctor apart is the ability to have  faith in God to carry out His promises for patients even when the medical  data point differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Greg did make it back to India before passing away last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love and prayers to your family, Greg.  Thank you for teaching me what it means to be a Christian doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033394445118263167-8431300136310407572?l=aliceawu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/feeds/8431300136310407572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7033394445118263167&amp;postID=8431300136310407572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/8431300136310407572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/8431300136310407572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-christian-doctoring.html' title='On Christian Doctoring'/><author><name>alicea w.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07410803819758448865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SLyZiFVDWkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EjaWEBnn-Mo/S220/KahunaFalls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033394445118263167.post-5431063485981606263</id><published>2011-05-03T10:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T10:18:22.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Kids and Assumptions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There are so many assumptions people make about kids.  Last Halloween, a   Kansas City mom had to defend her son's choice to dress up as Daphne   from Scooby-Doo, as people thought the kid must be gay.  Her response   was, "My son is gay. Or he's not. I don't care. He is still my son. And   he is  5. And I am his mother. And if you have a problem with anything   mentioned above, I don't want to know you...He is 5 years old.  He has   no conscious sexual orientation."  To be honest, I do not know how I   would respond if Josh wants to dress up as Daphne, but I would still   love him as my son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; This week, Josh had an awful eczema flare  where he scratched his face so  much during sleep that he woke up with  blood streaks on his face.  It  completely broke my heart when I found  him in his crib covered in blood  stains.  (He actually didn't think too  much of it, as he was still his  happy self when he saw that I came in  to get him.)  I cleaned him up as  much as I could, but did not want to  scrub hard to remove everything.  I  put some ointment on him, and we  proceed with our day.  When we were  out and about, a woman at the  farmer's market saw Josh and remarked that  he had "red food stains" all  over his face that were not cleaned up.   The response that I was  thinking was "My son is a messy eater.  Or he's  not.  I don't care.  He  is still my son.  And he is 10 months old.  Am I  am his mother.  And  if you have a problem with anything mentioned  above, I don't want to  know you...He is 10 months old.  He has no  conscious eating etiquette."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Instead, my response to that woman was, "That's not food,  that's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt;!!!"  I pushed his stroller away, leaving a dropped jaw from  her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033394445118263167-5431063485981606263?l=aliceawu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/feeds/5431063485981606263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7033394445118263167&amp;postID=5431063485981606263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/5431063485981606263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/5431063485981606263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-kids-and-assumptions.html' title='On Kids and Assumptions'/><author><name>alicea w.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07410803819758448865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SLyZiFVDWkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EjaWEBnn-Mo/S220/KahunaFalls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033394445118263167.post-5232348475645673740</id><published>2010-12-02T11:05:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T11:10:44.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Check-In Feature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The "Check-In" feature is pretty neat, huh?  Apparently, everyone  can now know where someone is just with the Check-In feature.  Facebook  now also has the ability to combine all the check-in's from different  websites or apps and dump them all in your News Feed.  Someone checks  into a &lt;b&gt;cool nightclub&lt;/b&gt; in the Mission, let's say, and everyone thinks oh-oh-oh-she's-so-cool.  Someone checks into a &lt;b&gt;gym&lt;/b&gt;, everyone thinks ah-ah-ah-he's-so-fit.  Or someone checks into &lt;b&gt;Fu King Chinese Restaurant&lt;/b&gt;,  everyone goes ha-ha-ha-that's-so-funny.  That last one is a real  restaurant, by the way.  I am not joking.  I heard it's a pretty good  one too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, I am starting to think that this feature is getting  abused.  I still think my friend at the cool nightclub is cool, the one  at the gym is fit, and the one at Fu King is, well, a fob, but people  are starting to check into anything.  And I mean &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;!  From embarrassing locations like &lt;b&gt;S.T.D. clinics&lt;/b&gt;, or just plain who-cares locations like a &lt;b&gt;nose-trimmer salon&lt;/b&gt;...there  are certain locations you just should not check into online and  announce to the entire internet community.  Just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, I am exaggerating a little in my examples, but you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I were a stalker, this Check-In feature would be my favorite.   Too bad I am not though.  Unfortunately, I lead a pretty boring life to  justify using the Check-In feature: wake up  --&gt; change baby's diaper  --&gt; baby pees all over the wall while his diaper is open --&gt; I  clean up wall --&gt; feed baby --&gt; burp baby --&gt; do baby's laundry  --&gt; clean up slobber that baby wiped all over the floor --&gt; put  baby to nap --&gt; yell at baby not to put a dust bunny in his mouth  --&gt; yell at baby not to play with his genitals in public --&gt; read  to baby --&gt; repeat five times --&gt; put baby to bed.&lt;arrow&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need to make a Check-In feature for babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/arrow&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033394445118263167-5232348475645673740?l=aliceawu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/feeds/5232348475645673740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7033394445118263167&amp;postID=5232348475645673740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/5232348475645673740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/5232348475645673740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-check-in-feature.html' title='On the Check-In Feature'/><author><name>alicea w.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07410803819758448865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SLyZiFVDWkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EjaWEBnn-Mo/S220/KahunaFalls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033394445118263167.post-3925944768076940703</id><published>2010-08-16T14:48:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T11:11:59.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Medical Unnecessities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have had  some great doctors, and I have had some bad doctors.  When I say "bad  doctor," I do not mean a doctor that one hears on the news who got his  fake medical degree online, prescribes narcotics to his dogs, and eats overpriced cupcakes.   Those doctors are scary, yes, but to me, a "bad doctor" is also someone  who practices like Pavlov's Dog, merely responding  the same way to a medical situation repeatedly regardless of patient  variables.  Instead of using critical thinking skills, he relies on some  sort of Pavlov's Medical Algorithm.  Wow, imagine how dangerous it is to have Pavlov's Dog as your doctor giving you robotic diagnoses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh wait, I have just been informed that is the function of WebMD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyhoo,  back to what I was saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last week, I had some blood drawn.  I spent 20 minutes driving to the  hospital, 15 minutes looking for parking, 5 minutes to walk to the lab,  20 minutes waiting in line at the lab, and 5 minutes getting blood  sucked out by a medical mosquito.  The next day, I got a  frantic call from my doctor's office stating that my glucose level came  back at 23.  To the non-medical folks out there, a glucose level of  23 means that you are, um, dead.  More than dead actually, you have to  be dead for maybe 970,341 hours to have that number.   The nurse on the phone basically wanted to make sure that I was not  dead. I informed her that, indeed, I am not dead and that this is most  likely a lab error.  (Lab errors occur quite often, as a matter of  fact, so I was not alarmed.)    She wanted me to get another glucose  level drawn just to be sure.  I was reluctant to do this, because I did  not want to spent another 20 minutes driving to the hospital, 15 minutes  looking for parking, 5 minutes walking to the lab, 20 minutes waiting  in line at the lab, and 5 minutes getting blood sucked out by a medical  mosquito just so that my doctor can have the peace of mind that I am not  dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Dr. Pavlov's Dog's office thinks that any critical lab result should be  repeated.  This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mostly&lt;/span&gt; true; I agree that dangerous lab results  should be repeated for accuracy.  However, if this doctor's office took  time to get to know the big picture that 1) I am a sleep-deprived new  mommy who does not want to spent 20 minutes driving, 15...yada yada  yada, 2) I have no history of hyperglycemia or hypoglycemia, even after  eating cupcakes with lots of frosting, 3) I recently had glucose checked  and it was normal, then it would make sense  that I do not need to repeat this lab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; This morning, I got a call from my doctor's office again.  It was to  convince me that I have not seen the doctor for a year, and should  schedule an annual physical.  This is also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mostly&lt;/span&gt; true; I agree that  most people should see their doctor once a year.  However, if this  doctor's office took time to get to know the big picture that 1) I am a  sleep-deprived new mommy who does not want to spent 20 minutes  driving, 15...yada yada yada, 2) I have no new concerns to address, 3) I am a doctor myself, an annual physical is  really not necessary for me. Apparently, Dr. Pavlov's Dog's office still wants  to see me, because they do not trust that I can pronounce myself undead.  Maybe I should consult WebMD then; that seems more reliable to a lot of people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Medicine is an art.  As a doctor, I always look at each patient  individually, as no one is alike and no situation is alike.  I strive to never become Pavlov's...well, you-know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033394445118263167-3925944768076940703?l=aliceawu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/feeds/3925944768076940703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7033394445118263167&amp;postID=3925944768076940703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/3925944768076940703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/3925944768076940703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-medical-unnecessities.html' title='On Medical Unnecessities'/><author><name>alicea w.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07410803819758448865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SLyZiFVDWkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EjaWEBnn-Mo/S220/KahunaFalls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033394445118263167.post-1623853316490435545</id><published>2010-08-10T04:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T14:54:49.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I recently went to Sprinkles in Palo Alto for a cupcake, because, you  know, my husband likes risking his life driving in Palo Alto with Cal license plates.  First  of all, let me say that I like cupcakes; not love, just like.  To me, it  is essentially regular cake batter with frosting on top.  What a  concept, huh, cake with frosting.  But somehow turning this cake with  frosting into a smaller circular shape ends up costing the consumer  three times as much.  Most cupcakes are dressed up too, usually with  some pastel color hat or frosting, snappy ribbons or sprinkles, and  wrapped in a shiny skirt or cup.  Cupcakes are treated like babies!   Actually, I take that back.  As a new mom, I do not treat my baby like  that.  A day that ends with less fecal material on his bottom than the  amount he produced is considered pretty good treatment by my book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanted to try Sprinkles because it has gotten a lot of raves from  celebrities.  I got the red velvet cupcake.  I was not impressed at  all.  Earlier this year, my friend Julie gave me a delicious recipe for  red velvet cupcakes, so I like to toot my own horn and say that my red  velvet cupcakes are better than Sprinkles.  Actually, it is her recipe,  or whoever-she-got-the-recipe-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;from's recipe, so it is somebody  else's horn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cupcakes seem to be the trendy thing for young people these days,  including guys.  Perhaps this is due to the fact that Sprinkles cupcakes  made an appearance on the show The Girls Next Door.  I can imagine a  typical conversation between two guys on a Friday night as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Person A: Hey man, what are you doing tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Man: I am getting a  cupcake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Person A: Wow, you are so cool, not sissy at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trendy  foods used to be giant cookies, then fro-yo, and now these mini-cakes  called cupcakes.  As the portion size with each successive trendy food  gets smaller and smaller, the average American B.M.I. gets larger and  larger.  This is exactly why I am cooking up a nice 50 oz. ribeye  tonight and finally losing my baby weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033394445118263167-1623853316490435545?l=aliceawu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/feeds/1623853316490435545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7033394445118263167&amp;postID=1623853316490435545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/1623853316490435545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/1623853316490435545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-cupcakes.html' title='On Cupcakes'/><author><name>alicea w.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07410803819758448865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SLyZiFVDWkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EjaWEBnn-Mo/S220/KahunaFalls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033394445118263167.post-4332272022597099153</id><published>2010-04-20T22:00:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:29:09.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Baby Items</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Wow, there are like a million baby  items out there.  Take the baby bottle for example.  When I was an  infant, I only  had one bottle that I drank from.  (This is per my mom, for I  have no  recollection of anything when I was an infant.  Well, except  that my  diaper leaked.  I hated leaky diapers.  They stink.   Literally.)  Oh how  times have changed.  First of all, I have resolved  my leaky diaper problem now.  Second,  there are like 20 types of  bottles now: round ones, square ones,  4-oz ones, 6-oz. ones, plastic  ones, glass ones, ones with SpongeBob  SquarePants on them, ones with a  giant boob on them, etc.  Not only do  you have to get the bottles themselves, there is also an array of accessories that come with them:  nipples,  brushes, warmers, coolers, washing racks, drying racks, etc.   When I  was first recommended "Dr. Brown's Nipples," I thought to myself,  okay,  this doc better be a woman.  After all, I ain't buying any man boobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ranted, bottles are essential items for a baby, and it is nice to  have choices.  However, there are just some items that are  completely extraneous in the baby market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Hamburger Baby Costume:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/S855I89mSAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tpYGbNUX66E/s1600/burger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/S855I89mSAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tpYGbNUX66E/s200/burger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462436592757393410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This costume gives baby food a whole new meaning.  Unless you are  using your baby as bait for Andre the Giant, at least lay the baby to  sleep on his back to prevent Suddent Infant Death Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Manual Snot Sucker:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/S855aBvL-iI/AAAAAAAAAIY/s_rV0L_RHlM/s1600/snot_sucker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/S855aBvL-iI/AAAAAAAAAIY/s_rV0L_RHlM/s200/snot_sucker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462436886096902690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Maybe if the tubing  is a  little shorter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Man boobs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/S856b8wz-gI/AAAAAAAAAIw/akd0gN6KECg/s1600/manboobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/S856b8wz-gI/AAAAAAAAAIw/akd0gN6KECg/s200/manboobs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462438018632907266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This must be Dr. Brown and his nipples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Zaky Infant Pillow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/S855mm7ygaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Lu7hkosgK_M/s1600/pillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/S855mm7ygaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Lu7hkosgK_M/s200/pillow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462437102240301474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Okay, this is just creepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033394445118263167-4332272022597099153?l=aliceawu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/feeds/4332272022597099153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7033394445118263167&amp;postID=4332272022597099153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/4332272022597099153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/4332272022597099153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-baby-items.html' title='On Baby Items'/><author><name>alicea w.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07410803819758448865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SLyZiFVDWkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EjaWEBnn-Mo/S220/KahunaFalls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/S855I89mSAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tpYGbNUX66E/s72-c/burger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033394445118263167.post-2685275483769188722</id><published>2009-08-12T22:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:04:17.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This article is published in my group's newsletter this month.  Now you all know everything there is to know about the flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SoOeJucIHQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/z6z4WA10s1c/s1600-h/50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 84px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SoOeJucIHQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/z6z4WA10s1c/s400/50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369309070677777666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SoOeQIoZWFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HDVgNiq-Apo/s1600-h/51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 16px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SoOeQIoZWFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HDVgNiq-Apo/s400/51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369309180787775570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;It's still       summer.  Do I really need to think about influenza already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The best way to battle influenza is through prevention, so you might       start thinking about getting the seasonal influenza vaccine (flu shot) in       the fall.  Because the incidence of influenza is higher in the       winter, you should plan on getting the flu shot in the fall to allow       your body enough time to build up an adequate immune response to the       virus.  We should have this vaccine available in our offices by       mid-October (or sooner) and will send out an update when it       is available.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Can the flu       shot give me the flu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Absolutely not.  The vaccine is made from inactive (dead)       viral components.  Sometimes, you may get a low-grade fever and       malaise (not feeling well) shortly after the shot, but those symptoms do       not represent a flu.  Rather, they are signs that your immune system       is hard at work responding to the flu shot and protecting you from       infection.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Why isn't the       flu shot 100% effective?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Scientists cannot know with certainty what future strains will       do, but they look at previous years' patterns to predict what the virus       will do this year.  Fortunately, their predictions are accurate       enough to make the flu vaccine about 90% effective.  Personally,       I'll happily take something that gives me a 90% chance of not having high       fevers, severe muscle aches, and creatively colored mucus for days!&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I get flu       shots every year. What else can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Don't forget that even the simplest measures can prevent the       flu, such as frequent hand-washing, avoiding face-to-face contact with       others who are sick, and maintaining general good health through a good       diet and exercise.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Should I       still worry about the H1N1 (swine) flu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Although the media report every case of possible H1N1       influenza, the seasonal (regular) flu is much more prevalent.  The       symptoms of both types of influenza are similar and only a discussion       with your doctor and specific tests can distinguish the two.  Even       so, the treatment is similar in both cases, and prescription medications       are rarely necessary.  H1N1 is still prowling among us and can be       prevented using the same precautionary measures described above.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;What about an       H1N1 vaccine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The CDC has not announced when or where the H1N1 vaccine will       be available, but we expect to know more by October.  We will send out       updates as we receive more information.  The H1N1 vaccine is       different from the standard flu shot described above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033394445118263167-2685275483769188722?l=aliceawu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/feeds/2685275483769188722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7033394445118263167&amp;postID=2685275483769188722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/2685275483769188722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/2685275483769188722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-flu.html' title='On the Flu'/><author><name>alicea w.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07410803819758448865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SLyZiFVDWkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EjaWEBnn-Mo/S220/KahunaFalls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SoOeJucIHQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/z6z4WA10s1c/s72-c/50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033394445118263167.post-6310324426591847699</id><published>2009-06-23T21:10:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:18:49.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Bidets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Traveling internationally, one cannot help but encounter a bidet or two.  A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bidet&lt;/span&gt; is a basin in the bathroom dedicated to washing those nooks and crannies of the human genitalia.  Water spurts out from a faucet similar to a sink and is supposed to hit exactly those soiled areas of the human body.  What strikes me as odd is its abundance throughout the world, especially in Europe.  I guess European genitalia must be more e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;asily soiled than American genitalia.  There are also various options for color choices.  Unlike the plain white toilet, I have found bidets in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;red, white, and blue&lt;/span&gt;, which makes me even more puzzled why bidets are not more popular in America.  Soon enoug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;h, newly wedded couples may purchase bidets in their wedding colors.  Why is the bidet so important?  I suppose there is nothing else that can so easily rinse the human genitalia with water as a bidet.  Strange, I swear I heard rumors of all that a shower can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In addition to the standard uses of the bidet, people have found more creative uses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SkGZVNrDnzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rhgXRut1DPM/s1600-h/bidetfootwash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SkGZVNrDnzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rhgXRut1DPM/s320/bidetfootwash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350726422019415858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Foot-washing: It disturbs me that someone is sitting on the toilet and us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ing the bidet at the same time.  I always tho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ught that sitting on the toilet should always be enjoyed in the privacy of itself; some may argue about the company of a good book.  The woman in the photograph must not be aware of the risk of falling into the toilet, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SkGZZfb-C6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/7Q8UE-ajFns/s1600-h/bidetbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SkGZZfb-C6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/7Q8UE-ajFns/s320/bidetbaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350726495507450786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baby-washing: I know the amniotic fluid is somewhat of an appalling substance to be soaked in for 9 months, but I am not sure bidet water is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SkGaILT9a7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-IoIKHJer-s/s1600-h/bidetcbeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SkGaILT9a7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-IoIKHJer-s/s320/bidetcbeer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350727297558997938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beer-cooling: Does anyone actually want to drink anything from a bidet?  Other than lapping dogs, I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whatever creative use you choose, be sure to reserve the bidet for that particular use exclusively.  You do not want to be threatened with new feces on the foot (especially if you already have a foot odor problem), weird fecal hookworms with names like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Necator americanus&lt;/span&gt; (found in contaminated red, white, or blue bidets), or a divorce decree due to your foot odor or fecal hookworm problems.  Well, just make sure the filing spouse get the nasty bidet in the settlement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033394445118263167-6310324426591847699?l=aliceawu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/feeds/6310324426591847699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7033394445118263167&amp;postID=6310324426591847699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/6310324426591847699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/6310324426591847699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-bidets.html' title='On Bidets'/><author><name>alicea w.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07410803819758448865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SLyZiFVDWkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EjaWEBnn-Mo/S220/KahunaFalls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SkGZVNrDnzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rhgXRut1DPM/s72-c/bidetfootwash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033394445118263167.post-1650433894832584238</id><published>2009-04-29T16:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:31:37.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Swine Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to prevent the swine flu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SfjVGuHrVYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XZEzpLWV144/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SfjVGuHrVYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XZEzpLWV144/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330244470429144450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033394445118263167-1650433894832584238?l=aliceawu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/feeds/1650433894832584238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7033394445118263167&amp;postID=1650433894832584238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/1650433894832584238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/1650433894832584238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-swine-flu.html' title='On Swine Flu'/><author><name>alicea w.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07410803819758448865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SLyZiFVDWkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EjaWEBnn-Mo/S220/KahunaFalls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SfjVGuHrVYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XZEzpLWV144/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033394445118263167.post-1807672373104497120</id><published>2009-04-06T19:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:24:06.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Gallstones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I saw a patient with cholelithiasis (gallstones) whom I was referring to a surgeon to perform a cholecystectomy (gallbladder removal).   During my pre-surgery examination, the patient asked me, “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can I keep the gallstones?  I want to make earrings out of them.&lt;/span&gt;”   Aside from suppressing an intense urge to laugh at that moment, I told her in my most professional tone that gallstones are mostly made of cholesterol, which break easily and thus are not ideal for jewelry-making. They are also dark-colored and oddly shaped, and therefore not aesthetically pleasing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perhaps I should have pointed out her failure to realize that she would be making earrings out of her own body parts.  Then again, I am sure she already knew that but does not care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What’s next?  Human teeth necklaces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/Sdqzx-5RtOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vgkdt5lnDLI/s1600-h/zarysknecklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/Sdqzx-5RtOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vgkdt5lnDLI/s320/zarysknecklace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321763580969858274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, the future is already here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033394445118263167-1807672373104497120?l=aliceawu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/feeds/1807672373104497120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7033394445118263167&amp;postID=1807672373104497120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/1807672373104497120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/1807672373104497120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-gallstones.html' title='On Gallstones'/><author><name>alicea w.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07410803819758448865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SLyZiFVDWkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EjaWEBnn-Mo/S220/KahunaFalls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/Sdqzx-5RtOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vgkdt5lnDLI/s72-c/zarysknecklace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033394445118263167.post-8056068234692633698</id><published>2009-01-28T18:24:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:59:47.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On (s)Tar Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I gave a presentation to fifth graders about smoking: how it is bad for you, how it makes your teeth yellow, how it makes your breath stink, how it makes you wrinkly, and how much it costs to maintain a smoking habit.  (I skipped the long-term effects like emphysema, lung cancer, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt; because they simply cannot grasp those ideas, and also, well, they cannot pronounce "emphysema".)  To demonstrate the cost of a smoking habit, I asked them to calculate the money it takes to maintain the habit for a week, a month, a year, and fifty years.  Using $4 for a pack of cigarettes and assuming one pack per day, smoking costs $28 per week, $112 per month, $1,456 per year, and $73,000 for fifty years. (I ignored the wise kid who informed me that my math should involve premium cigars at $23 a piece).  I then asked the class what they would buy with those respective amounts of money.  Most of the other presenters got answers like "comic books," "i-Dog," "Star Wars saber," and "Xbox 360 Pro with wireless controllers and wireless adapter and Halo III" from their fifth graders. My class said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "I would invest it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "I would put it in the stock market."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "I would save it in a bank and live off the interest."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "I would invest it in foreign currency."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; After my presentation, I was made aware that my class consisted of children of financial advisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033394445118263167-8056068234692633698?l=aliceawu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/feeds/8056068234692633698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7033394445118263167&amp;postID=8056068234692633698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/8056068234692633698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/8056068234692633698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-star-wars.html' title='On (s)Tar Wars'/><author><name>alicea w.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07410803819758448865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SLyZiFVDWkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EjaWEBnn-Mo/S220/KahunaFalls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033394445118263167.post-2196848377094742485</id><published>2008-11-22T23:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:14:07.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Being White</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I think I am white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading Christian Lander’s book &lt;u&gt;Stuff White People Like&lt;/u&gt;, and I am convinced that everything he describes for white people is about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“White people will wait up to 40 minutes for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good sandwich&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been there.  Done that.  Took a photo.  Got the T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“White people love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;, although they will profess to hate how the chain is now a multinational corporation.  This hatred is often sublimated by their relief at seeing one in an airport.  The best place for white people to drink coffee is at a locally owned coffeeshop that offers many types of drinks, free Wi-Fi, and some sort of message board that is peppered with notices about rooms for rent and bands looking for bass players.  White people are given extra points for buying Fair Trade coffee, because paying the extra $2 means they are making a difference while their peers are drinking liquid oppression.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were deeply upset when there was no Starbucks in France…even though there was (better) French-press coffee everywhere.  When we landed at J.F.K. airport, the first thing we got was a cup of Starbucks coffee.  The second thing was a really good sandwich that took 40 minutes to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“White people don’t just like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apple&lt;/span&gt;, they love Apple and need to it operate…Drive to a local coffee shop (Starbucks will do in a pinch) and set up your Apple for the world to see.  Thankfully, the Apple logo on the back will light up!  So even in a dark place, people can see how unique and creative you (and the five other people next to you doing the exact same thing) truly are!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is not my fault.  My "white" husband made me get a Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“White men love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asian women&lt;/span&gt; so much that they will go to extremes like stating that Sandra Oh is sexy, teaching English in Asia, playing in a coed volleyball league, or attending institutions such as…UCLA (University of Caucasians Living Among Asians).”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like white men, I definitely love Asian women.  In fact, 75% of my closest friends are Asian women.  They just understand me, you know?  Not surprisingly, half of them went to UCLA or UC-Irvine (University of Chinese Immigrants).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“White people…believe all of the world’s problems can be solved through ‘&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awareness&lt;/span&gt;’ – meaning the process of making other people aware of problems, magically causing someone else, like the government, to fix it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, now surely the pink Special K Red Berries cereal I bought for Breast Cancer Awareness Month means something.  By purchasing that cereal, Kellog’s is making people more aware of breast cancer and making the world a better place.  It must be true because it says so on the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Every white person takes at least one trip to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Europe&lt;/span&gt; between the ages of 17 and 29.  During this time they are likely to wear a backpack…see some old churches, and ride a train.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you not read my last blog entry?  We just got back from looking at old buildings and spending hours traveling to Provence on a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“It is also a good idea to say that your favorite &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wine&lt;/span&gt; is from a small winery called [make up a name…] in [Australia, Argentina, France, California, or Chile] that is hard to find in whatever country you are in.  White people will be impressed that they have not heard of this wine and will consider you to be a very smart person.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you still not read my last blog entry?  Our favorite muscat is one from Beaumes-de-Venise in France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whole Foods&lt;/span&gt; stores have replaced churches and cathedrals as the most important and relevant buildings…[for] white people…Whole Foods is a profit-driven, publicly traded corporation that has wisely discovered that making white people feel good about buying stuff is outrageously profitable.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend like $100 every time I walk in there.  Instead of avoiding Whole Foods altogether, now I carry credit cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“White people believe they need a full cadre of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;appliances and gadgets in their kitchens&lt;/span&gt;…If you go into a white person’s kitchen you will find a waffle maker, a rice cooker, a steamer, a food processor, a panini press, and a blender.  There will also be hand-powered devices like flour sifters, ravioli crimpers, pizza cutters, potato ricers, and a sushi mat.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…and melon balllers.  He missed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“White people like to vacation…and live in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/span&gt;…However, it is important to be aware of the fact that regions outside San Francisco feature many people who are not white, gay, or Asian.  They are greatly appreciated during the census, but white people are generally very happy that they stay in places like Oakland and Richmond.  This enables white people to feel good about living near people of diverse background without having to directly deal with troublesome issues like income gaps or failing schools.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco has troublesome issues like income gaps, too.  When I was living there, all my neighbors made 5 times the income I did.  Um, I was forced to move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“”The white person’s obsession with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;expensive juice&lt;/span&gt; has helped launch a number of prominent orange juice companies as well as breakfast places offering up $6 glasses of ‘freshly-squeezed’ orange juice…There are some instances where the juice is simply that of a single fruit, but in those cases it must be a fruit that seems difficult to juice – pomegranate, for example.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, it really doesn’t help my case that I just bought pomegranate juice from Whole Foods.  I’m going to wipe some pomegranate juice on my face so I feel less white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“If you know a white person with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;, it’s never a good idea to buy them a game.  Instead, you should try to get yourself invited over to play.  They are desperate for the company.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, please please please come over to play Wii with us!  Justin is playing Wii by himself right now.  Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“White people need to show off the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt; that they have read.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t realize this when I started this entry, but this is exactly what I am doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033394445118263167-2196848377094742485?l=aliceawu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/feeds/2196848377094742485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7033394445118263167&amp;postID=2196848377094742485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/2196848377094742485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/2196848377094742485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-being-white.html' title='On Being White'/><author><name>alicea w.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07410803819758448865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SLyZiFVDWkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EjaWEBnn-Mo/S220/KahunaFalls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033394445118263167.post-2140573989685261915</id><published>2008-11-17T21:45:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:31:34.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Provence and Provençal Gastronomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I started liking French cuisine the first time I had garlic-butter escargot and chocolate mousse in high school French class.   As my taste buds matured, I experimented with more advanced French cuisine e.g. coq au vin (rooster cooked in wine), Bûche de Noël (chocolate buttercream sponge cake), mille-feuilles (layers of puff past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ry and pastry cream), etc.   Eventually, I fell in love with specifically Provençal cuisin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e.   Provençal menu items usually take hours to bake or stew, so the result is a heartier and more flavorful meal.   While most people spend hours lining up to ascend the Eiffel Tower in anglophone Paris, I spent hours traveling to the less accessible, francophone Provence.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SSJJPRcmXuI/AAAAAAAAADY/F43Uzejitzk/s1600-h/20081024_luberon_0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SSJJPRcmXuI/AAAAAAAAADY/F43Uzejitzk/s320/20081024_luberon_0073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269855040707124962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gordes, my favorite town in Provence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Provence is so named because it was the first Roman provi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nce outside of Italy.  Being a region of southeastern France, Provence has a sun-blessed climate that makes it ideal for olive growing.  Like their Italian neighbors to the east, the people of Provence rely heavily on olive oil for sauces, marinades, and sautéing foods.  Weekly farmers' markets sell fresh produce, fruits, and herbs, in addition to olive oil, to ensure the freshest dishes in the whole region.  Apparently, frozen foods and T.V. dinners are not fashionable there...neither are Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SSJJmkgKtsI/AAAAAAAAADg/bYSTV7b9ccE/s1600-h/20081030_antibescannes_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SSJJmkgKtsI/AAAAAAAAADg/bYSTV7b9ccE/s320/20081030_antibescannes_0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269855440959354562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;local farmers' market selling an large assortment of herbs and spices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorites, truffles and porcini mushrooms, are so...what's the word, &lt;i&gt;sublime&lt;/i&gt;, when they are fresh that I was inspired to cook fresh porcini mushroom risotto with truffle oil the first week I returned to the States.  It certainly does not help that fresh porcini mushrooms are $35/lb. at Whole Foods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because Provence borders the Mediterranean sea, fish and shellfish are eaten in abundance.  In just a few days, we enjoyed sea bass, red mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;llet, monkfish, mussels, oysters, and scallops.  The warm, dry Mediterranean climate forces the local wines to be grown under demanding conditions though, as the grapes ripen quickly.  We, however, found one of the best muscats in a town named Beaumes-de-Venise famous for its sweet wine appellation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SSJNvYLfOEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ni1v8locWXg/s1600-h/20081027_cotesdurhone_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SSJNvYLfOEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ni1v8locWXg/s320/20081027_cotesdurhone_0052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269859990316726338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Suzette, a small town in Provence surrounded by vineyards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SSJK2SzjsgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EXoVLyLcWZU/s1600-h/20081027_cotesdurhone_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SSJK2SzjsgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EXoVLyLcWZU/s200/20081027_cotesdurhone_0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269856810598380034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;grapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Best of all, Justin arranged for us to stay at a bed-n-breakfast that served Provençal dinners.  So instead of only being pampered with freshly-squeezed apple juice from the orchard next to our bedroom for breakfast, James, our chef, also prepared us dinners.  What kind of bed-n-breakfast serves dinners?! I guess this one.  James is the son of the couple who ran the bed-n-breakfast, and has been in the professional kitchen since 16 years old under the guidance of a two-star Michelin chef.  He does not own a restaurant himself, but only cooks Michelin-rated food for his parents' bed-n-breakfast guests.  Kind of an odd fellow, but hey, I am not going to complain about the &lt;i&gt;5-course&lt;/i&gt; dinner he cooked for us each evening comprising of soup, appetizer, entree, cheese, and dessert.  He f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ormulates the menu the morning of or the night before, depending on what is available at local farmers' markets, how his escargots are looking in his personal farm, and how much porcini mushrooms cost that day.  One Saturday night, James cooked for us a &lt;i&gt;7-course&lt;/i&gt; dinner comprised of soup, appetizer, meat entree, fish entree, cheese, pre-dessert, and dessert.  On Sunday night, Justin and I returned to our bed-n-breakfast after a day of visiting cute hilltop towns only to be disappointed by a lack of 7-course dinner waiting for us!  Apparently, Sunday is James's day off.  I suppose if God takes Sundays off, James is permitted one day out of the week, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SSJL-I6PrlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/On_qP3-8SjY/s1600-h/IMG_4087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SSJL-I6PrlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/On_qP3-8SjY/s320/IMG_4087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269858044892655186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;James, our chef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SSJL-B-xo0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/DPtxeHn_uB8/s1600-h/IMG_4098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SSJL-B-xo0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/DPtxeHn_uB8/s320/IMG_4098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269858043032609602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;James making fresh ravioli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the best part of all?  Retreating to our room upstairs after being baptized with food coma, as we were already home.  ZZZzzzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033394445118263167-2140573989685261915?l=aliceawu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/feeds/2140573989685261915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7033394445118263167&amp;postID=2140573989685261915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/2140573989685261915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/2140573989685261915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-provence-and-provenal-gastronomy.html' title='On Provence and Provençal Gastronomy'/><author><name>alicea w.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07410803819758448865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SLyZiFVDWkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EjaWEBnn-Mo/S220/KahunaFalls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SSJJPRcmXuI/AAAAAAAAADY/F43Uzejitzk/s72-c/20081024_luberon_0073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033394445118263167.post-1465438133216932522</id><published>2008-10-12T20:55:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:39:07.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Health Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just finished reading the popular book &lt;u&gt;Skinny Bitch: Bun in the Oven&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before you come to your own conclusions and say to yourself "Why is Alicea reading a book about the B word?" or "Is Alicea pregnant?" or "Is Alicea worried about her figure?", let me preface by saying that I just like to read.  I read everything.  Really, I read everything from the Bible to the classics to contemporary fiction to biographies to foregin books to etc.  The topics of my book selection vary from political opinions, shoe shopping, Christian men, Muslim women, Pakistani kids, food history, high-altitude mountaineering, Civil War, etc. to just about anything.  Heck, I just finished a book about pseudohermaphrodites.  I read everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What inspired me to read this particular book is that I frequently hear my patients complain about how difficult it is to be skinny after having a baby.  Certainly, that cannot be universally true, as I have two friends, Megan and Jodie, whom I consider "hot mamas."  After pushing out their babies, they both still look fabulous.  When I met up with them recently with their babies, both of them looked fit and played with their babies in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;high heels&lt;/span&gt;.  Kudos to them!  I wondered how they were able to maintain their figures.  Who are the U.S. women going to for advice about staying fit after a pregnancy?  Apparently, the above book is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although humorous, the book contained a lot of advice that made me raise my eyebrows.  For example, they spent a whole chapter telling women they need to be vegans, and not just regular vegans, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;organic vegans&lt;/span&gt;.  They claim that "all" those pesticides are "so harmful".  I guess they rather have vegetables rotted by bugs than to have a little pesticide during harvest.  They also tell women to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop consuming dairy&lt;/span&gt;!  They claim the calcium can be obtained from so many other sources.  The fact that they want all women to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop eating beef&lt;/span&gt; is my biggest beef with them (sorry, pun unintended).  After quoting from Gail Eisnitz's &lt;u&gt;Slaughterhouse&lt;/u&gt;, they claim that the meat industry is inhumane.  Maybe it is, but they obviously have never tasted a juicy, crispy steak from San Francisco's Boboquivari's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two authors, Rory Freedman and Kim Barnouin, are best-selling authors from their first book &lt;u&gt;Skinny Bitch&lt;/u&gt; that inspired the whole series.  Barnouin is a former model, whose looks resemble a "hot mama," or she could just be having a good hair day at her photo shoot that day.  She holds a Master of Science in "Holistic Nutrition."  What is that, you ask?  Apparently, the Holistic Nutrition Credentialing Board will give anyone a degree if any Joe Schmoe writes a letter stating that you have completed an externship with them.  Oh, there's got to be more requirements than that, no?  Okay, yes, you are also required to do some research, but internet searches count.  Are you kidding me???  Visit the &lt;a href="http://www.holisticnutritionboard.org/index_files/Page331.html"&gt;Holistic Nutrition Credentialing Board&lt;/a&gt; and see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedman is a former agent for Ford models, and "has been studying nutrition for fifteen years."  I noticed that nowhere does it say she obtained an actual degree from all her "studying".  What does "been studying nutrition" mean?  Did she just read books about nutrition on her own from time to time?  Or perhaps she read nutrition magazine articles in between inducing emesis in her model clientele?  If that's her credentials for writing a book on nutrition, then I should go and write a book on...Usher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It annoys me that women in the U.S. today are looking to random people for advice about health.  I might as well throw away my M.D. and start working on my book for Usher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033394445118263167-1465438133216932522?l=aliceawu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/feeds/1465438133216932522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7033394445118263167&amp;postID=1465438133216932522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/1465438133216932522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/1465438133216932522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-health-books.html' title='On Health Advice'/><author><name>alicea w.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07410803819758448865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SLyZiFVDWkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EjaWEBnn-Mo/S220/KahunaFalls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033394445118263167.post-7118998521130342799</id><published>2008-09-25T15:59:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:40:13.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Yearbook Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My high school friend Maggie gave me a website that shows what one would look like if one graduated from another year: &lt;a href="http://www.yearbookyourself.com/"&gt;www.yearbookyourself.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Here are my results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SNwNU1iRn3I/AAAAAAAAACg/Rag-bPCATyk/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto1960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SNwNU1iRn3I/AAAAAAAAACg/Rag-bPCATyk/s200/myYearbookPhoto1960.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250085917226540914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1960&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SNwNjVGxMVI/AAAAAAAAACw/VR8jT3dW_2o/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto1966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SNwNjVGxMVI/AAAAAAAAACw/VR8jT3dW_2o/s200/myYearbookPhoto1966.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250086166219272530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1966&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SNwOCLSaI7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/bBIorw_XZr8/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto1978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SNwOCLSaI7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/bBIorw_XZr8/s200/myYearbookPhoto1978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250086696159683506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1978&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SNwOSRiXmPI/AAAAAAAAADA/c84WtmclF1Y/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto1984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SNwOSRiXmPI/AAAAAAAAADA/c84WtmclF1Y/s200/myYearbookPhoto1984.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250086972715145458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1984&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SNwOZSlR1eI/AAAAAAAAADI/NLunJAOk3Ok/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto1990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SNwOZSlR1eI/AAAAAAAAADI/NLunJAOk3Ok/s200/myYearbookPhoto1990.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250087093254870498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wow, I would have been really hot if I graduated in 1960.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033394445118263167-7118998521130342799?l=aliceawu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/feeds/7118998521130342799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7033394445118263167&amp;postID=7118998521130342799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/7118998521130342799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/7118998521130342799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-yearbook-photos.html' title='On Yearbook Photos'/><author><name>alicea w.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07410803819758448865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SLyZiFVDWkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EjaWEBnn-Mo/S220/KahunaFalls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SNwNU1iRn3I/AAAAAAAAACg/Rag-bPCATyk/s72-c/myYearbookPhoto1960.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033394445118263167.post-5916995485367973812</id><published>2008-09-01T15:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:37:22.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Breast-feeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;True story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A developmentally delayed woman gave birth to an infant at Medical Center of Aurora in Colorado.  Her nurse noticed that this patient was having problems breast-feeding her baby, and consulted a special lactation nurse to help her.  The next day, the lactation nurse stopped by the patient's room and saw that the woman was bottle-feeding the baby.  The lactation nurse introduced herself, and said, "I'm here to teach you how to breastfeed the baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman eagerly replied, "Sure, okay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After helping the baby latch onto this woman's breast for awhile, a social worker came by the patient's room.  With a weird look on her face, she said to the lactation nurse, "That is not the mother!  This woman has never been pregnant!  She is not lactating!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that the developmentally delayed mother had stepped out of the room, left her baby with a developmentally delayed friend, who apparently accepted the kind offer for breast-feeding lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you can't even make these things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033394445118263167-5916995485367973812?l=aliceawu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/feeds/5916995485367973812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7033394445118263167&amp;postID=5916995485367973812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/5916995485367973812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033394445118263167/posts/default/5916995485367973812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliceawu.blogspot.com/2008/09/after-working-80-hoursweek-all-last.html' title='On Breast-feeding'/><author><name>alicea w.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07410803819758448865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ZklXIGIdGE/SLyZiFVDWkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EjaWEBnn-Mo/S220/KahunaFalls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
