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Year End 2008

Hello from Brooklyn where as I write cookies are baking and hens are laying. Last January we took our first ever family winter vacation to warmer climes and spent 8 days in Turks and Caicos to general approval. This January, the family winter vacation plan takes us all to Costa Rico with some friends for the warmth and explorations. We’re still not certain what the summer of 2009 will bring for either Zoey or Masha. We’ll likely visit Grandma Claire on LBI at some point; a trip to the North Fork of Long Island for one or more long weekends is a certainty as we enjoy it a great deal; the pace is reminiscent of LBI years ago and the food and local wine is wonderful.

 

We do look fabulous at the Plaza Hotel for the wedding of one of my ex-residents and the daughter of one of my friends. I’m claiming credit for the Shidduch as she met her now husband when she rotated as a student in our ER and I assured my friend, her father, that my resident would be a good addition to his family. At work, we opened additional space in our ER last winter and the patients have come—we’re busier than ever; still 23 minutes is the median waiting time to see a physician—56 minutes is the national average per USA Today (12/14/08).

 

This academic year, Masha is living at home with us and taking courses at Hunter while planning her next steps. In June, Zoey now majoring in Physics, computational techniques; moved out of the dorm and into off-campus housing with five others. One of the guys set the stove alight at 4:00 AM one morning to no one’s delight. In June 2009 Zoey plans a move to a different house with a smaller group of closer friends so mishaps are less likely—we all hope.

 

Simone’s farm has seven hens, down three thanks to our cat Chad’s efforts at thinning the flock of chicks in late spring. Simone again served as a site coordinator with the Cobble Hill Community Supported Agriculture program that supports local farmers and supplies us with fresh produce. She continues the Brooklyn branch of the German Shepherd Dog Rescue, just celebrating its tenth anniversary, that she helped establish when we were in Philadelphia

 

Three of Simone’s seven chickens are laying and we’ve enjoyed the eggs and given others as gifts. Ethel, the Buff Orffington held by Zoey in the photo on the card was the first and still champion layer. Our old GSD Hillary still hangs on at age 13 and somewhat more than 10 years with us. She’s been joined by Leo, a terrier mix in sheep’s clothing rescued from a local shelter.

 

We’re fortunate that our mothers remain active and mostly well though not without some of the challenges of great age. These family tidings remind me of friends who are struggling with their health and life itself. I hope you are taking care of yourselves and enjoying the world around you. We would love to host your visit to New York in 2009.

Reagan Republicans hated OSHA--no surprise

With a hat tip to Dave Farber's ip list:

Here's a nice Labor Day story.

In 1980, the last year of Jimmy Carter's administration, the Occupational Health and Safety Administration (OSHA) commissioned a series of three 30-minute films about worker safety. These were real pro productions, with Studs Terkel as narrator on two of the productions. In 1981, Reagan appointed 36-year old Florida construction executive Thorne G. Auchter, who proceeded to systematically dismantle the agency. Evidently, the 3 films disturbed Thorne greatly, because OSHA issued a recall, threatening to withhold OSHA funds from any organization that did not return their copies of the films, which were promptly destroyed.

But, a few union officials defied the ban and "stole" copies so they weren't able to be returned. Over the years, they would occasionally show them to their troops, using the fact they banned as a way to get them to watch the films, which have important messages about worker rights and workplace safety. But, aside from these bootleg showings, the video disappeared.

Public.Resource.Org got a note recently from Mark Catlan, a health and safety expert for one of the unions for the last 28 years (he actually started working for the union the year the film came out, and remembers his education director stealing a copy out of his office so it wouldn't get returned). A year ago, Mark decided the world needed to see these films, so he found 16-mm canisters and made them available to us to transfer to DVCAM and then disk.

Making their public debut after 30 years are "Worker to Worker," "Can't Take No More," and "The Story of OSHA."

Link to YouTube

http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=31E75CE43C7B93B5

Link to the Internet Archive:

http://www.archive.org/search.php?query=subject%3A%22public.resource.org%22%20AND%20subject%3A%22osha.gov%22%20AND%20mediatype%3Amovies

http://tiny.cc/hdLvC 

Carl Malamud <carl@media.org>

Big Ideas that Matter in the World and in One's Life

Z&M--This is yet another article http://snipurl.com/2v0cv  that causes me to suggest that you read 'ip' regularly.

There are so many great and important ideas in the article, I hardly know where to start. So, if my experience tells me that's its a  few "big ideas" that matter more than most choices in life--you won't find me touting career paths in computer science, medicine, law, business, physics or math--you'll have to bear with me as I point to the ideas below and in posts yet to come, some others.

I've highlighted the relevant text but you should read the whole article yourself--even the longer paper referred to by it--rather than rely on my restatements here. Stephenson's ideas apply not just to government, but to every sphere of life, even to oneself.

"My argument is that government can transform itself both internally and externally, improving performance, lowering costs, and building public support and involvement, through a combination of:

* automated (preferably, real-time) data feeds, at first behind the firewall, and then externally as well, in a variety of formats such as RSS and KML

* easy access for both employees and (again, eventually) the public, to the growing number of easy-to-use Web 2.0 data visualization tools that allow taking data that may be hard to understand in tabular form and instead turn it into eye-catching and informative visualizations -- plus Web 2.0 tools such as tags, topic hubs, and threaded discussions that encourage sharing the data and insights -- and increase the chance of 'wisdom of crowds' knowledge emerging as a result!"

Get the data out there where you (and those few others with whom you work most closely) can see it by the cold light of day. It means you have to get out of your head and onto paper (I still think it’s better) or screen. First approximations or rough cuts are marvelously useful, perfection is not needed at the start—probably never. 

Announce yourself what the data shows—even when diametrically opposed to what you’ve been saying. Reinventing oneself is the key to survival, growth, opportunity and ultimately stability and contentment . . . one becomes content with the process of change, not the state one is presently in—as we know from physics it is easy to be fooled by a meta-stable state.

Communicate your data to all. Go public--it may not be the global community or even your neighborhood; perhaps just other groups at work. Do so in a way that people can grasp intuitively—or with minimal explanation. If the office assistant, janitor or supply room stocking clerk doesn’t understand it—it’s too dense; get away from the tables and move to simple graphs. Tufte shows the way with his simple design beauty.

I'm not so sure about the "wisdom of crowds", but a group convened for the purpose is surely smarter and more effective, when well led, than the genius working alone.

Gin and the Cognitive Surplus

Clay Shirky's recently published book Here Comes Everybody: The Power of Organizing Without Organizations still sits barely started on my nightstand. This video clip eloquently presents one of his key themes.

Year-End 2007

Hello from Brooklyn where it’s snowing as I write. Last year I told you I’d be opening additional space in our ER this spring; well, not yet, but perhaps in a few weeks. As with the house renovation I’ve learned again that hospital construction will take twice as long and cost twice as much as expected. We proved it again to ourselves when the greenhouse kit Simone purchased turned out to need a custom roof and custom floor in addition to the kit. Simone is using the greenhouse through this winter and looking forward to adding chicks to our Brooklyn “farm” in early May 2008. Modifications, including an automatic door and feeder will make the greenhouse serve the dual purpose as a chicken coop come Spring.

Masha, graduated Friends Seminary, and served as one of the two leaders who produced an outstanding yearbook for her class. Masha spent the summer prowling the city, taking photographs and otherwise relaxing. Masha has started at Bryn Mawr College and though she laments it’s not New York she’s fully engaged in the college experience and visiting with friends and family in Philadelphia on her down time.

We didn’t vacation as a family this summer as Zoey was living at Grandma Claire’s house and waiting tables on Long Beach Island. He finished his restaurant experience there working in the kitchen at lunch—a well deserved promotion. Zoey returned to Penn in the fall and is considering taking courses in Beijing next summer.

Simone continues as a site coordinator with the Cobble Hill Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) program that supports local farmers and supplies us with fresh produce. Find a nearby CSA at http://globalcircle.net/flgroceries.htm or http://wsare.usu.edu/csa/csasearchTesting.cfm.

She continues the Brooklyn branch of the German Shepherd Dog Rescue that she helped establish when we were in Philadelphia (http://www.gsr-sp.com). She just placed a pair of puppies that had been fished out of a farmer’s manure pond by a passing Good  Samaritan. Our old shepherd Hillary’s became much more energetic with their arrival—and seems to have maintained that energy since their departure.

We’re fortunate that our mothers remain active and mostly well though not without some of the challenges of great age. These family tidings remind me of friends who are struggling with their health and life itself. I hope you are taking care of yourselves and enjoying the world around you. We would love to host your visit to New York in 2008.

I’m sure each of us seeks our own way to succor those with less and those caught in seemingly unending violence in these times and so we wish you all the best for a joyous 2008.

Year-end 2005

Hello from Brooklyn where in 2006 we’re hoping to finally finish most of our renovation. No longer a part-time building contractor, my time has been filled running an additional ER since September and a recent increase in responsibilities for information technology at Maimonides. This past May, I was elected a fellow of the American College of Physician Executives, one of fewer than 400 physicians nationally to have gained that recognition.

Zoey’s growing expertise at Texas Hold’em, a popular version of poker, has regularly humbled me, though I’m learning it, at the expense of a few dollars and the unabashed looks of triumph on Zoey’s face at the kitchen table on late weekend evenings. Zoey will be skiing with Stacy and Melissa this winter and following up on his sailing interests by bare-boat chartering with Steve through a sailing school at the end of March 2006. He was accepted at University of Pennsylvania early decision, so he’ll join the Class of 2010 there starting in September 2006.

Masha, a junior, is very focused on her schoolwork these days. This past summer, she propelled our family adventure in Russia where we all met Masha’s biological family: the Kalinkins. The trip was arduous at times and an emotional experience for all of us. Simone and I jointly blogged about the trip here and my photos of the trip are on a linked flickr photo site. We met many wonderful people, among them Galina Estefeeva, Executive Director of Friends of Russian Orphans who was so helpful on our trip. Their calendar project supports children who must grow up in orphanages in Yaroslavl, Russia, the town Masha came from. As we were leaving Yaroslavl, the regional weekly newspaper featured our story--that paper’s front page is our holiday card. Ending the trip in Nice with the family was a treat and my first ever visit to the French Riviera.

Simone still works with the Cobble Hill Community Sponsored Agriculture (CSA) program that supports local farmers and supplies us with fresh produce. Find a nearby CSA here or here. She continues the Brooklyn branch of the German Shepherd Dog Rescue of Southeastern Pennsylavania that she helped establish when we were in Philadelphia. We have brought still more German Shepherds into the house as foster dogs and Simone has placed these foster dogs and other dogs throughout the region.

We’re fortunate that our mothers remain active and mostly well though not without some of the challenges of great age. In June, Simone’s brother, Stacy, married Melissa. These family tidings remind me of friends who are struggling with their health and life itself. I hope you are taking care of yourselves and enjoying the world around you. We would love to host your visit to New York in 2006.

Our visit to the regional maternity hospital where Masha lived the first 3-3/4 years of her life was particularly moving. Simone, Masha and some staff of the Yaroslavl Regional Maternity Hospital who had cared for Masha.

We wish you all the best for a joyous 2006. Think globally. Act locally.

Yaroslavl--Simone's Posting

Here is the final travel log of our trip to Yaroslavl this summer I did not get to send these pictures while I was there since the internet connection was not good. I have included about ten digital photos here.

Steve's public photostream at Flickr includes these photos and others.

The day  we arrived in Yaroslavl we met with Galina. Galina is involved in trying to improve the local orphanages in Yaroslavl and is the local director of Friends of Russian Orphans. She had also taught English in local schools and Russian in Boston; she had agreed to help us during our stay. Without her our trip would have been impossible. We hope to help her raise  much needed money for the Children in the Orphanages of Yaroslavl.

The next day, Saturday, August 21st we drove out to meet Masha's birth family, Olga, Alexander and Katya and a very big Rotweiller that was their family pet. They live outside the city in a large apartment complex on the first floor.  There is a family garden just outside the building and they said they also had another garden several miles away. They had grown lots of potatoes and were planning to harvest them the next day in order to help make ends meet. We spent the afternoon with them talking There were lots of tears and they were very happy to see us all. They said they had no idea what was really wrong with Masha or what had become of her. They told us they had been told that they would never be able to care for her and provide all the help she needed. We have agreed to all keep in touch with each other. We suggested Katya learn some English and think about  visiting  us in NYC.

The next day we went to visit the Yaroslavl Children's hospital.

After Masha was given up at the maternity hospital she was moved to the Regional Children's Hospital of Yaroslavl. The nurses at the hospital took care of Masha until she was adopted. They would not let her go to the local orphanage because they feared she would not do well there as she was unable to walk until she was 3-1/2 years old, just a few months before we adopted her. We were told that the nurses would take turns taking Masha home on the weekends so she would know what family life was like.

Each of these woman had a story to tell about Masha. One told us she used to feed Masha; another told us about Masha's imaginary conversations on a broken phone with her mother. Another one was still angry with the orthopedic specialist(more about him later) that she took Masha to repeatedly. That doctor, Valery Blandinsky, told her he feared for Masha and would like to help her but did not have the resources to do so.

 When we arrived at the Children's Hospital of Yaroslavl we were greeted by the Regional Director of the Hospital. A big celebration with champagne and food had been planned for Masha's return. They showed us a wall of pictures that had been taken of Masha when she was a little girl living there. We were then taken to the room where Masha spent most of the time  at the hospital. They explained to us that this was the room Masha lived in. It had been freshly painted and it was a great improvement from the last time I had visited in 1992. They had set up a large table with food for us and many of the retired nurses came back to see what had become of the little girl they had taken care of. Many of the nurses stood up to talk about that little girl. Masha also stood up to thank all the wonderful woman who had helped her. It was a happy and tearful reunion.

Before we adopted Masha we had contacted a doctor in Seattle who seemed to have published the most about Arthrogryposis Multiplex Congenita, the syndrome Masha has. At the end of our conversation with him, he told us that he had just had a Russia orthopedist spend three months in a fellowship with him in Seattle. "Why don't you fax his cousin in Moscow and see if you can get him to evaluate this little girl," the Seattle-based physician suggested. It was a long shot but an AMAZING thing happened: Dr. Blandinsky knew all about Masha and had been following her since her birth. His written report on her condition immensely simplified matters with the immigration service when we adopted Masha. This visit, Dr Valery Blandinsky, got to see Masha again in Yaroslavl. He was thrilled to see her progress.

We knew when we arrived that a local newspaper was interested in our visit. Adoption of Russian children by foreigners has become a very touchy subject recently as two adopted Russian children in the past year had been killed by their adoptive parents. Our story was a big surprise to many. Before we left Yaroslavl, the Yaroslavl Regional newspaper interviewed and photographed us. The day we left Yaroslavl we were so surprised to see our picture on the front page of this newspaper.

The trip was a really wonderful experience for all of us. It was a great feeling to be able to go back and say thank you to all those wonderful women and to meet Masha's biological family and let them know how well she is doing. We want to help raise money for the orphans of Yaroslavl and hope we have helped the people of Yaroslavl learn we are all one global community.

Nice

I have lots more to say and lots more photos to post from our time in Russia.

For now, we're enjoying the warm weather that cools rapidly to comfortable in the early evening. Nice is a city and the old part down by the water where we're staying is quite congenial for tourists. Wandering around feels comfortable and the treats for the eye, nose and mouth on every block have been just wonderful. I had not known that it was not only ancient Rome, but the relatively modern City-State of Piedmont which had controlled this part of France and apparently the land returned to France by vote of the people hereabouts.

The meeting is gargantuan and all about me are discussions of the tragically inadequate and delayed response to the needs of the myriad survivors of Hurricane Katrina. Some physicians present are noted experts in disaster response and have remarked informally to me and others about the poor response in New Orleans and even in communities now affected by refugees evacuated from New Orleans.

Tonight we go to the Gala Dinner Event for the meeting. Our whole family is going and I'm enjoying this time for being together and exploring. My sessions are tomorrow and Monday afternoon so I'll be a bit more tight-laced about meeting attendance then.

Moscow to Yaroslavl and back

It's late and I'm exhausted, but this first good connection in more than a week compels me to post. It has been an incredibly emotional period. Masha and all of us have met Olga and Alexander, her biological parents, and a two-year younger sister, Katya. We visited the staff at the regional maternity hospital where Masha lived her first three-plus years. These women were both joyful and tearful to see her. They had prepared the room in which she had lived by putting up decorations and old photos of Masha from her first years with them: I was astonished they had kept those photos nearly 13 years.

All of this after days of sight-seeing in Moscow and train trips to Yaroslavl. In Yaroslavl we had the fantastic assistance of Galina Evstifeeva, a local teacher of English, who has lived in the USA as a Russian teacher and is involved with Friends of Russian Orphans.

This is all disjointed, it's past midnight in Moscow and we fly out to Paris and onto Nice tomorrow for the Mediterranean EM Congress. I'm just trying to get a few thoughts down and share some photos with all of you since I've been out of touch for more than one week.

Moscow

You can view my public photostream at Flickr.

Flying Air France to Moscow took the whole day, departing at 9:40 AM from the apartment on Rue Claude Bernard to arriving at the Marriott Tyverska at 8:00 PM Moscow time (two time zones earlier than Paris).

We had packed the gifts of medical supplies, including all sorts of OTC medications and suture materials among the five bags we brought so that we wouldn't lose it all if we were stopped coming through customs. Entry to Russia reminded me of entering Italy when I was 15 years old. There was some formality, but very little and we were quickly through customs and met up with our driver who took us to the hotel. We saw modern European and Japanese cars everywhere. Later we learned that there are over 3 million privately owned car in Moscow, a city of 10.5 million (official) people with some unofficial estimates going as high as 13 million.

We're staying at the Marriott on miles I've accumulated over the years. Thank you ABEM.

We grabbed a quick and expensive dinner in the hotel restaurant and I got a WiFi account which unfortunately doesn't work in my room. It does in the kid's room and in the lounge where I'm sitting now. So I'll have to be more disciplined and organized in my blogging.

We spent today touring, visiting Lenin's tomb, seeing the Kremlin wall and visiting various churches, including St. Basil's shown here. Ludmilla Chmyga (chmyga at mail dot ru) took us around first through the metro which was entirely as described with inlaid stone floors and finished ceilings well lighted with various art pieces in the Soviet style. Our guide helped us beat the line for Lenin's tomb, but nothing could save us from having to walk all around the outside of the square and view the statuary after exiting the tomb . . . statues of long dead Soviet leaders.

Saint Basil's sits in Red Square, which contrary to my prior understanding was not named such in honor/recognition of Communism but rather because the name "red" means beautiful--rather like the "Firebird" symbol. With our back to St. Basil's we're facing the Gum Department Store. The sun really was brilliant at our back and thus the washed out sky so I could get our faces to appear. I'm not so practiced with Photoshop.

The GUM Department store (over my left shoulder in the photo above right) is a modern commercial enterprise with every name you might imagine: L'Oreal, Rolex and more. No more a state enterprise, it resembles in every way a visit to a modern mall except for the architecture which is marked by gorgeous 19th century colonnades and wrought-iron work. Apparently escalators have been installed only in the last five years. Soon after GUM and a pit stop at the Metropol Hotel we were picked up by a mini-bus and driver who took us around the city for an orienting tour. We heard about the old churches demolished by the Soviets--especially Stalin--and the rebuilding splurge of recent years.

We saw Moscow University and views of the city from various hillsides. All in all it was a fine and somewhat fatiguing tour which ended with a stop at one of Simone's favorite destinations in any city: a supermarket.

When Simone was here in November 1992 to complete Masha's adoption, it was at the height of the turmoil and disorder after the end of the Soviet Union. There was nothing in the stores. There were scarcely potatoes to be had let alone other produce. She took the family she stayed with to a "green store" not because it was ecological or had great produce but because you could only spend American Greenbacks there. She bought edible, though not great food on that trip. Today, Simone was bowled over by what she saw of the store's stock and I by its interior architecture.