The fuzzy ones

An instant film triptych. Still working on getting the exposure correct on the Polaroid 600. From left to right: Scrappy- the terrier mix, Thomas- some sort of large feline with and attitude, Callie- the Dutch Shepherd mix.

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Hug your cat day

My wife informed me that June 4th was the unofficial *Hug your cat day* so we obliged and provide proof that we are conforming to the social construct. The cat was less amused than I had hoped.

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A new age

Over two years ago the fine people at +Impossible Film sent me a free pack of their instant film for the Polaroid 600 i own. I finally took the film out and exposed a few frames. I have not stored the film properly and I had no idea what I was doing, but I am impressed that after two years I still yielded an image or two. This is the very first frame. Without reading a thing I exposed a few frames and waited. And waited. I thought the chemicals went bad and actually tossed the images in the garbage. twenty minutes later, it occurred to me that it might take a little longer to develop since the chemistry was old. I pulled the frames out and laughed at myself. Indeed the frames developed and I had images.

Last week I purchased some more and I’m going to have a blast playing with instant film.

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More blasted poetry

This was an assignment for extra credit. I had to imitate the sonnet “My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun” by W. Shakespeare. I’ll start with the original.

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

Here is my “The Maligned Fighter” of the same style

The Thunderbolt resembles not its name;
Mustangs are alacritous, far more than the Jug;
If Spitfires be light, then burdensome is it’s frame;
If Corsairs are elegant, inelegance claims this lug.
I have seen heavies fly with much more grace;
But no such compliment is placed in it’s legacy;
And in some fighters, pilots found a quicker ace
Than with this Republic seven ton pedigree.
I love to hear the engine growl, and yet although
Softer is the dinosaur on the hunt;
Than eighteen cylinders roaring apropos;
The Thunderbolt’s place in history they all affront.
And yet, she brought more pilots back, I must confess
To her reliance and safety you should acquiesce

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In the news…

First in the news this week, an EMT in New York City quits after posting to twitter. Oh, yes he is the son of the FDNY fire commissioner. no real big deal, other than a PR black eye on the service, right? Wrong. The commissioner’s son was only working EMS so he could get on the fire side. This is the type of person who works for a service just to get on the fire engine. Read the article, he is biding his time and doing time until he can transfer to the fire side. If you want quality people, you need to have a service that is not just a stepping stone to a fire engine.

Winnipeg EMS is going to start a Community Paramedic Program, to be in operation by spring.

Two articles about the University of Pittsburgh Medical Center starting a Community Paramedic program. One from Pittsburgh Businesstimes and one from the University of Pittsburgh, who says that this will be one of the largest community paramedic programs in the country. It’s nice to read how the community paramedic program is slowly being recognized in this country as an option.

EMS director for the County of Frontenac in Canada says that staffing a community paramedic in a clinic could help cut down on 911 calls.

Just a few bits of news you might have missed. Be safe.

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NREMT Transition

While compiling my NREMT re-certification paperwork today, I found a few interesting items.

First, and most important, Kentucky Board of Emergency Medical Services (KBEMS)  has opened the transition web course applications for paramedics who will re-certify NREMT in March 2013. You can follow this link for the details.

Also, from a blog post on the Courier-Journal website, Baptist Health had a press conference on March 1, 2013 where they stated that EMTs in Kentucky will be allowed to perform 12 lead ECGs in the field. I think this is a great idea, especially given that there are many BLS only services in the state. I wonder why KBEMS has not informed the EMTs or Paramedics about this change? The link to the blog post is below, I will continue to search for more details and try to keep you informed.

Team efforts will improve heart attack care in Kentucky

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One parapgraph

My literature assignment this week was to write a paragraph in the style William Faulkner’s “Barn Burning”. Specifically to copy the style of the first paragraph, which you can read here. I offer you my one paragraph in this style. Thank you and enjoy.

The floor of the ambulance was caked with mud and snow. The man, laying on the aluminum wheeled bed, yellow and black in color, cold from the night air, and more: the floor littered with discarded  equipment previously sealed to keep implements sterile, a snake like hissing from the oxygen regulator full open, brushed steel instruments once clean now blood tinged lay about the counter space directly to the right, reminding them of the twice missed opportunity to secure an airway, failing to change the blue pallor back to pink, warm and dry- this, the laryngoscope with its light still on mocking them, turning their hope to grief, leaving one last solution, a vain attempt at respiration turning frustration to fear, fear that they will not be able to save this one. The medic could not see the fourth passenger, patiently sitting on the far end of the bench seat against the wall, but knew he was watching, the medic’s enemy  (our enemy, he thought with familiar melancholy: mine! My patient’s! He’s my patient!) , the Angel of Death sat waiting to gather what belonged now to him.

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