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Does Zicam Cure Brain Damage?

I’ve seen many Internet stories that detail people loosing their sense of smell after using Zicam. I lost my sense of smell in 1994 after a major head injury. The doctors said it was probalby the result of brain damage of sorts and it might come back, it might not.

I started using Zicam nasal swabs as needed about two to three months ago. Funny thing, I am actually regaining my sense of smell. Yes, I can finally smell soiled diapers. It’s terrible. I think I might stop using Zicam to go back to the way things were.

Reminds me of the time Homer Simpson had the crayon put back into his brain becuase he could no longer handle being smart.

In observance of full disclosure, I think most of these reports are from the nasal spray. I have not used that product because I am fundamentally opposed to nasal sprays. I will, however, swab a wet nasal stick in my nostrils. Go figure.

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Merry Christmas

From our family to you and yours…

The Gramling Family - Simpsonized

The Gramling Family - Simpsonized

I guess we’ll have to update this photo again in May.
Hopefully we’ll add a boy this time around!

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Sledding at Smith Acres

I really don’t know if I ever went sledding down the hill at Smith Acres as a kid, though I spent a lot of time there. I figured Daphne would have a good time, so I took her. The video below was actually our second time there, so she wa sa little more seasoned. But judging by the screams, she didn’t didn’t expect the ice to make her go twice as far as she had the previous time out. Good times. Enjoy.

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Waiting for Answers…

Yesterday, I was at Lutheran Hospital. We were there to take Stella in for some tests because she had recently developed pneumonia, which was the second time in her one year of life. It was much less severe than the first time around, but knowing her history of that, plus RSV and the dozen or so ear infections, our pediatrician was a little worries she might have Cystic Fibrosis.

We rose in the wee hours long before sunrise, got ready and trekked our poor little girls off. Daphne went to school earlier than she had ever gone while we toted Stella to the south side of Fort Wayne to a hospital where I have no fond memories.

Those memories came haunting me the moment we walked through the doors and into the lobby. The massive hallway, the sick and distraught standing at the registration area. I am sure they worried over health, recovery and probably the bills that are sure to be forthcoming. We walked past the surgical and emergency waiting areas. I had sat in those chairs many a times waiting just as those people were. It seemed fuller than normal, but then again, there’s nothing normal about this environment.

I read the concerned looks on people’s faces. Some were there waiting on a loved one to come out of surgery. I’m sure some of them were there unexpectedly as the result of accidents or sudden medial trauma, like heart attacks.

I’ve been there. They were trying to perform a balance of their existing lives with their likely future lives. Many folks had to rearrange their schedules to sit in those chairs and wait with anxiety as they wondered what the future might hold given there will undoubtedly be changes either to their lifestyles for health reasons or the fact that they may be going on without a loved one.

It sucks. You question everything. You start thinking about funerals. You start thinking about regret. You start thinking about how you are going to live differently. You start thinking about the pain of others.

Sadly, I observe, no one is in the chapel.

And as all this is going on, my wife and I are taking my one-year old daughter up in an elevator that is cleverly disguised as a tree. When we exit the “treehouse” we are ushered into a waiting area where we both try to remain upbeat and optimistic despite the uncertain worries on our hearts. Stella has no idea what’s going on as she plays with the toys and tries to work her way over to the Christmas tree.

The test is administered and we have to wait a half hour longer before it can be fully completed. Knowing I would go mad waiting there, I go back to the lower level to buy coffee for me and hot chocolate for Jenny. As I get to the treehouse elevator, three huge fake birds chirp when their motion sensor recognizes me. Cute. I smirk and hop into the box that takes me down a level.

The people are still waiting. The people are still worried. Meanwhile, muckity mucks in fancy suits and trench coats come strutting by. Their pulling their suitcases full of samples and information. I see them try not to look over to the waiting area to see the people waiting and worrying.

Stella in SeptemberA twinkle in their eyes tells me they’re not fully comfortable being there and doing what they’re doing. It tells me that they know they’re there to make money off their worries of those people. They’re there to take the doctor’s time – time that could be spent helping patients. Time that that could be given back to the patients who have to wait longer because the fancy boys have come with they’re fancy suits and their fancy toys to exploit the sick and the fallen.

It pisses me off. These people aren’t all bad, but I can’t see it that way at the moment. Sure, you provide the “medicines” that are supposed to help these people, but at what costs? It triggers in my mind that these fancy boys might be bringing the medicines my little girl will need to live a live as close to normal that’s possible. I tell myself that we’re all equal here. That it’s a natural cycle.

But I remained convinced that those fancy boys’ toys are simply the masks to cover the symptoms of the causes. I remain convinced that something is amiss as I watch the muckity mucks dressed in outfits that cost more than the entire wardrobes of some of the people in the waiting area.

Yes Lord, I remain convinced that something is wrong with the system when I observed it all. But today, we got the call. The one that we knew was coming but we were afraid to receive. Thankfully, it was not what we didn’t want to hear. All results are normal.

Thank you for all for your prayers. A good answer indeed. :)

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This Year’s Letter to Santa

Dear Santa-

This year for Christmas, I am wondering if there is something I can do for you. Year after year, you selflessly give your your time and talents to spread joy and hope to billions. Santa is Watching You!And while some are appreciative, methinks that most folks are overwhelming ungrateful for what you do.

So what if it is the wrong color or style. Remember when it was the thought that counted? But instead, most of us choose to begrudgingly take your gift – your blessing unto us – and we trek into Wal-Mart to return the item or items to “at least get some cash so we can buy what we want.”

Now, I am sure I walk a fine line between your naughty and nice lists. I know I am not the kindest soul in this world and have much work to do at being a better person. And, while it may sound selfish to say as such, I know I am not the most rotten egg in the carton.

But this year, Santa, this year, I want to know what it is I can do for you. If you would be so kind as to leave me a comment and let me know, I would be much appreciative.

note: I skipped last year’s letter. But here is the one from 2006

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A John Deere Letter to My 1997 Chevy Blazer

Dear Blazer,

When we first got together way back in 1999, I never thought this day would arrive. The day that I paid off the loan and you were all mine was one of joy and you will always hold a special place in my heart as being the first “good” vehicle I ever had.

My 1997 Chevy BlazerWe’ve been through so many experiences together. That first time on the Interstate. The trip to Chicago when we spilled a 32 ounce soda all over your floor. And I know you never completely forgave me for forgetting you were an automatic transmission and I tried to shift into third gear (I guess that’s just a sign that I do have some control issues).

I know we’ve grown distant over these last 9+ years but that doesn’t change the way I feel about you. We both knew this day would come and we’ve had a good ride. I’d like to say we could still be friends, but it simply isn’t possible. We’re going two separate ways. You need someone who will care about you and treat you the way you deserve to be treated. I need more room. My family is adding yet another child in May, so this inevitable day has finally come.

While I was collecting my things yesterday and getting you ready for sale, all these memories came back. And when I was done, I had almost convinced myself that we could stay together. You looked so nice and shiny. Almost like the day I first got behind your wheel.

Our Family's 2007 Chevy UplanderIf it were just you and I, things would be different. But there’s someone else. She’s a minivan and everything we need. She understands the demands of a growing family . . . all the way down to the extra cupholders and extra electrical hookups for the kids’ devices. Believe me, I fought this day kicking and screaming. It ranks right up there as the most epic battle of my life. I fought it much longer than most folks and I am sure I will now become the object of ridicule and jokes for pretty much forever.

When I took you for that last spin, parked you at the end of the driveway yesterday and painted the “For Sale” on your windshield, I had no idea things would move so quickly. But trust me. You’ll be much better off with someone else. I have no doubt that they’ll take good care of you. Please don’t drive off in anger. Just look ahead to the better days that are ahead of you.

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DaphneArt:Birds & Iscream

Daphne's picture of a girl in a dress with ice cream and lots of birdsThis has to be my all-time favorite DaphneArt. I saw this one and couldn’t help but laugh and suggest it is brilliant ffor a four-year-old at least. :)

When I asked her to tell me about it, she slovenly sprawled on the sofa and pointed with her big toe as I interrupted her cartoons.

“Those are birds.” She said. “And this is a girl in a dress. She’s got ice cream.” Then I asked her why the girl was screaming. Methought it was because fo the birds. But as usual, dad was wrong.

“Cus she doesn’t like that ice cream.”

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Which RSS Reader Do You Use?

I’ve used Bloglines for a long time now. However, I’m slowly coming to grips with the fact that this service ahs some issues. First, it’s not always easy to get a feed crammed into my subscriptions list.. On occasion, there are some Bloglines supporters who make easily available, but that is becoming rare. What drives me nuts is the fact that I can go directly to the feed, copy the URL and try to subscribe to it in Bloglines and Bloglines can’t find the thing! That’s just poor.

Then there are time when I go to my list of feeds and Bloglines says that there are no new entries. Okay, I go back a cople hours later, still no entries. If I had subscribe to just three or four feeds, sure, I’d buy that. But when the subscription list is in excess of 150? Not a chance. That’s poor also.

This week I exported my feeds and gave NewsGator a shot. I simply don’t like it. It’s clunky and it makes quickly perusing my feeds a chore. I can’t have that.

So, what feed reader do you use? I’m not going to go with the standard readers on my browser b/c I want to be able to access my RSS subscriptions from anywhere on any computer, so I am looking for a solid web-based service that is similar to an unklunky Bloglines, yet popular enough to make subscribing easy. Better yet, Bloglines could just get their act together.

Please share your thoughts.

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We Are Still Prisoners of Our Fear

Something has happened that I was told many times over I would never ever see; that being the election of an African-American United States President. Despite insurmountable odds, Barack Obama did the unthinkable. And crazy as it might be, he has as many detractors as he does supporters.

This is not a Republican versus Democrat thing. It’s not even a black or white thing. It’s a fear thing. Deep down, whether we realize it or not, we all have a hidden propensity to act as terrorists if not for our own gain, then for the preservation of the status quo.

Fact is; people fear change. And they’ll do whatever they can to prevent it. Even if it means becoming just like those whom we are supposedly at war.

What the 2008 election represents is a United States 2.0. Please pardon the use of the stale and overly-used 2.0 vernacular, but it fits. This election was bound to happen sooner or later. If you’ve followed the drastic changes in US population over the years, you’d not be surprised by the fact that some individual would come in and shake up the political and socio-economical environment by being something other than the status quo.

For a long time, the Baby Boomers have been the “pot of gold” for corporations, politicians and anyone who has something to gain. It was pretty much old hat. If you need something, go to the Boomers. They represent the biggest generation in all of history and heck, they’re in their peak earning years. Let’s find out what makes ‘em tick and go get ‘em! YOU BETCHYA!

But a funny thing happened. It’s the rise of Generation Y (or the “millennials” as some call them). And when you start to look at things, this election makes sense. You’ll understand why this change was bound to happen. You’ll understand why so many of the fresh voices are all for it and you’ll understand why so many of the old guard are so pissed off about it. Neither one is going to sit idly by and allow it to just happen. But happen it will.

Myself, I am among the youngest crop of Generation X (the generation sandwiched between the Boomers and Gen Y). We are the forgotten folks in marketing circles because the Boomers and the Gen Y kids are so damn massive in size compared to us, we represent little opportunity for people to profit from. Couple that with the fact that our parents and grandparents won’t be passing near the level of wealth to us as they will to Gen Y, and it’s an understandable sentiment. But that’s really just a personal grudge.

The fact is, us late X’ers are much like the Y kids in terms of what we’ve seen and experienced. The major events of our lifetimes have shaped many of our perceptions of life, society and more. When I look though my life, there had been seven major events prior to the 2008 election that literally changed everything:

  1. Miracle on Ice (1980) –The 1980 US Olympic Hockey team’s Soviet counterparts were natural rivals due to the decades-old Cold War, and they were all powerful professionals and heavy favorites to win the gold medal. So, when the US team (composed of amateurs) matched up against the Soviets, they were given little to no chance. Only a dreamer would have considered a US win possible. But guess what, the dreamers won! Not only did they win that contest, they went on to with the gold. In their victory, they produced many new dreamers who felt it was possible to beat the odds.
  2. Live Aid (1985) – “We are the world. We are the children.” Those lyrics have become synonymous with giving and helping others. An estimated 400 million viewers, across 60 countries, watched the live broadcast of a multi-venue rock music concert that took place on July 13, 1985 with pretty much all of the biggest names in the music industry participating. Nearly 300 million dollars were raised through the event. Oh, and our babysitter (Mtv) made sure to tell us all about it!
  3. Challenger Explosion (1986) – The US Space Shuttle Challenger mission on January 28, 1986 was supposed to be a great blend of science, education and dreams. The “Teacher in Space” program was announced about a year and a half earlier by President Ronald Reagan to inspire students, to honor their teachers and spark interest in mathematics, science, and space exploration. Christa McAuliffe was on board having been the first teacher selected. She died along with the other crew members when the shuttle disintegrated 73 seconds into the flight. While it was poised to make history, it changed history for many different reasons.
  4. Fall of the Berlin Wall (1990) - On August 13, 1961 construction of a wall began in the country of Germany to separate it into east and west divisions. It became a longtime symbol of the Cold War. The division halted emigration between East and West Germany and effectively split many families. Some brave souls made attempts to cross it, but more died trying than those who were successful. In late 1989, border crossings began following a change in East Germany regime and heavy protests. On June 13, 1990, the official dismantling of the Wall by the East German military began. Celebrations with world-famous musicians, renowned politicians and other celebrities followed.
  5. OJ Simpson Bronco Chase (1994) – On June 17, 1994, millions of people watched the most bizarre spectacle they’d ever viewed on television. Following the murders of Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Goldman, the Los Angeles Police Department allowed OJ Simpson to turn himself in. When he didn’t show up, police tracked down Simpson in a friend’s white Ford Bronco and a low-speed chase ensued. Soon, millions were unable to pry themselves from their televisions. Others were out on the streets watching the chase as though it were a parade.
  6. Death of Diana, Princess of Wales (1997) – On August 31, 1997, Diana, Princess of Wales died following a high speed crash that occurred as the result of a paparazzi chase. Her passing was met with tremendous public interest and endless questions of how far is too far with regards to paparazzi, news media and personal privacy.
  7. Terrorist Attacks on World Trade Center (2001) – The lives of so many changed on the morning of September 11, 2001. Terrorists had hijacked planes and used them for mass destruction in multiple locations. Beyond the utter shock of the events and the loss of lives in the process, questions of national and personal safety ensured. Individuals, employers and sports teams literally stopped.

Now me being me, I’ve taken the context of these events and their aftermaths and simplified them into small resonators. The idea is not to undermine or diminish the enormity of their significance. Rather, the intent is to provide a means for developing an understanding of how and why they have shaped the values and attitudes of the emergent young generation that is now present in our world as consumers, professionals and yes, voters.

  1. The Miracle on Ice (1984) You can achieve your dreams even if it means defeating giants.
  2. Live Aid (1985) When we unite - and care - we can change the world.
  3. The Challenger Explosion (1986) Dreams are risky – but that does not mean you shouldn’t try.
  4. The Fall of the Berlin Wall (1990)The old world order has fallen. Peace and prosperity can reign.
  5. OJ Simpson Bronco Chase (1994) The rise of sensational media and a celebrity driven culture.
  6. Death of Princess Diana (1997) The death of an icon who linked two generations.
  7. 9/11 Terrorist Attacks (2001)Allow me to introduce you to the age of terror.

Remember that I am a young Gen-Xer. The span of 1984 through 2001 puts me between age 8 and 25. The first three events occurred while I was between ages 8 and 10. People younger than me probably have only heard about those events from older siblings and/or parents. But it was not just the stories of those events that were passed. The unique impressions and emotional connections they’ve made on the tellers of those stories — and thereby the values they molded — have trickled down because they are still timely enough that they can still be considered relevant.

But basically, when you look at the events, you’ll see that this generation has been molded to not only dream, but to pursue those dreams. You’ll notice that old-world regimes are falling for all the right reasons. We are a culture that does not sit idly by and allow life to happen. We are living it and we are involved in it. We don’t just let it happen, we make it happen.

The wars I have known are jokes when compared to Vietnam and the World Wards that preceding generations have known. Again, not to undermine the soldiers and those who gave their lives in battle during the Gulf Ware, Dessert Storm, etc. However, we’ve seen more figurative “wars” against drugs, against obesity, against “your cause of the day” than we have true military battles.

The 9/11 Terrorist Attacks happened over half a decade ago; sending people into fear for their personal security and safety. It’s resulted in less privacy for the American citizen and it has dominated business, elections, policy, and virtually every facet of life.

Yet, during our lifetimes, we’ve seen just as much domestic terrorists as we have the every-day run-of-the mill stereotypes that the media and spinsters would have us believe. Think about it. Just mention the world “Columbine” or “Oklahoma City” or “Virginia Tech” and you realize that we are as much at war with ourselves as we are with our supposed enemies.

But guess what – the young generation is tired of being scared. We’re ready for a change . . . a new age if you will. We’re seeking an age of global collaboration and restoration of the ability to dream. And it’s not just an American Dream, it’s a global dream of a hub culture that is social, ambitious and emerging into consumers, leaders, innovators and a new vibrancy.

The world had changed from what my grandparents have known. I still love and respect their value systems, but that doesn’t make it the order of the present or future.

I took a photo with my phone the other day. That alone should tell you what a different era we are living in. But what I took a picture of is even more telling. The picture was of a book; The Catcher in the Rye. I digitally snapped it while wandering the isles at Wal-Mart!

In 1999, I had recently purchased the book on Amazon.com and had it delivered. I told one of my undergrad professors that I was starting to read it. He laughed. Then he told that he had obtained his first copy years and year ago. Someone had secretly given it to him after having been wrapped in a brown paper bag and heavily taped. He was told to not show anyone and never say where he had gotten it.

Today, we’d pull that book right out of the wrapping, scan it, photograph it, transcribe it and throw it up on YouTube, Flickr, Wiki, and a host of other collaborative tools. The 2.0 Generation is here. Stop being afraid and stop trying to keep us in fear. Hop on the bandwagon and ride it into a greater tomorrow.

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Blog Launch: 1Pack

I recently started a blog that probably will nto get update a whole lot, but I was inspired.
1Pack is a blog where I will begin sharing my autographed sports cards and items. Enjoy.

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