Lunchtime walk

something

I was downtown today for lunch with Buck and the Librarian. I brought my camera along with me, and took this picture as we rambled back down Main Street to the car.

The first genius of my writing career: in which I have a rave review for a completely unwritten novel.

I have to believe in something other than emptiness. I’ve been feeling the bite of emptiness here and there these past couple of days. That’s exactly it! The Bite of Emptiness, soon to be a major motion picture! Ripped from the pages of the best selling novel of the year! Novice writer Patti Niehoff pulls off a literary success of the kind that the publishing world of today rarely sees, much less wants to see!

Powerlessness and power

I must start out this blog post by admitting a thing that might make me either very popular here in Cincinnati, or, possibly, unpopular: we have electrical power at our house.

Ever since Monday’s infamous “deluge” by the remnants of hurricane Ike, with huge windstorms and much power outage, the most common question around here is “Do you have power?”

We came home, slowly but surely, yesterday, to find out that we did have power at our house. We came home slowly because, on Sunday when the windstorm hit, we were in a plane in the region of Knoxville, flying home from Ft. Lauderdale. Thus, since the Cincinnati airport was closed, we were rerouted to Atlanta where, as you saw, we stayed the night.

Further slowness in our arrival was caused by a huge fallen tree totally blocking a street leading to our house. So we had to walk the last quarter mile, dragging suitcases behind us, suitcases whose wheels are now probably permanently embedded with twigs from said tree. Several people stopped their cars to say hi and to welcome us home. Our friend Steve and Peter’s friend Betsy arrived at our house as we did, to help check on things.

Amount of damage: many twigs in yard. Many still-green leaves. Two limbs from giant oak broke, one fallen on our roof, and one still hanging from the tree. Apparently no damage to the roof, not nasty damage anyway.

So here we sit, listening to the not-storm (i.e. quiet) out of our window, with the frequent addition of power saw sounds in the distance.

Good news for me: Genvec says cancer therapy increases survival

Via Reuters…

Genvec says cancer therapy increases survival; shares up | Industries | Healthcare | Reuters:
May 29 (Reuters) – Genvec Inc (GNVC.O: Quote, Profile, Research, Stock Buzz) said its gene therapy product, TNFerade, increased survival of patients with esophageal cancer longer than comparable studies, sending its shares up 11 percent before the bell.

The company said long-term survival data from the mid-stage trial showed that following treatment with TNFerade and chemoradiation, the median overall survival of patients was 48.4 months. Literature review of comparable studies shows median survival ranging from 9.7 to 18.6 months, it added.

Technorati Tags: ,

Cats are sneaky

Another era in my cat-blogging starts now, with Satchel attempting to steal my breakfast apple turnover. I thought he’d go for the raspberries first, but that’s more Newton’s style. Satchel loves the carbs.

Pictures will appear if I can get my camera.

Saturday morning

Peter came by late last night and picked up his puppy whom he dropped off here at 7:30 in the morning, of all the odd times. He’s usually not conscious at that time, and has carefully avoided all 8 and 9 o’clock classes.

So we had a wonderful puppy for the day, and I was sad to see her go just before bedtime. Maybe we’ll turn the house into a puppy day-care, for just one puppy.

Now playing on iTunes: Teardrop from the album “Mezzanine” by Massive Attack

A hidden Obama defect. Sort of.

Okay, I have to admit that this reason got by me at first, but it’s obvious if you think about it.

I myself worry about Obama because he is too slick, too appealing. I want to cheer when he speaks, but why? I have to question everything.

American Thinker: The odd choices in Barack Obama’s career
It’s time to throw my hat in the ring as regards predicting the election results. So here it is: Barack Obama will be defeated. Seriously and convincingly defeated. Not due to racism, not due to the forces of reaction, not even due to Karl Rove sending out mind rays over the national cable system. He will lose for one reason above all, one that has been overlooked in any analysis that I’ve yet seen. Barack Obama will lose because he is a flake.