What’s pneu to fight the flu

A normal but nasty strain of flu is circulating (see here and here ). It appears to run its course in a couple of days but with flu there is also a risk of getting a secondary streptococcal infection leading to pneumonia, bloodstream infections or meningitis, which can be deadly. In fact, with concerns about an avian flu pandemic it is worth noting that many of those who died in the 1918 Spanish Flu outbreak (to which the avian flu is closely related genetically) actually died from pneumonia that set in with the flu.

While pneumonia has been effectively treated with antibiotics in the past, the disease is becoming more resistant. The strongest protection now may come in the form of pneumococcal vaccinations. These won’t prevent the flu virus, but can stop secondary pneumococcal infections from taking advantage of an already weakened victim. The Minnesota Department of Health does an excellent job of providing information about pneumonia shots as well as information on how this can affect the impact of the avian flu.

(HT: Z-Plus Partners Blog).

My, what a beautiful Night

I think the redesign of this blog is finished, unless my behind-the-scenes designer has more tweaks or alternative templates in mind. I love the clean, orderly new look (that reflects nothing of the state of my mind or my desk). Mucho thanks to my friend Tom at The Jestus Company (graphic and web design) for the much needed facelift.

You’ve probably heard that there are three elements to any job: quality, speed and affordability – and you get to pick two. I’m pleased to say Tom is a good bet to go 3-for-3. Check him out.

Movie night tonight – you’re invited

If my review of the documentary Beyond the Gates of Splendor was interesting to you and you happen to be in the vicinity of the Miracle Centre church at the intersection of 21st Ave. South and Southview Boulevard in South St. Paul tonight, we’ll be showing this film to our youth group. Feel free to drop in, we’ll start promptly at 7:00 p.m.

This documentary is the predecessor to the movie now in theaters, End of the Spear, and was produced by the same people who did the movie.

DFLer goes to Iraq for facts, risks becoming a statistic

DFL state senator and blogger John Lesch of St. Paul is supposedly on his way home from Iraq after a shorter than expected, self-sponsored fact-finding trip that has earned him more than a few incredulous looks — and a couple of official butt-chewings according to an article in today’s St. Paul Pioneer-Press.

Lesch set off with a few contacts, a satellite phone, a laptop, no visa and barely any cash, making his way to Baghdad via Amsterdam and Damascus – spending some tense hours with Syrian security police before being allowed on a flight to Baghdad. Upon arrival there he was almost immediately deported by Iraqi officials before getting permission to enter the country. He’s been reporting his misadventures on his blog, Down the Rabbit Hole, but his hopes of going largely unnoticed while in country seem to have failed.

State Rep. John Lesch of St. Paul reportedly left Iraq after a lecture from an angry Iraqi official — and just a week after he flew to the Middle East to tour the war zone on his own.

Lt. Col. Barry Johnson, a U.S. military spokesman, confirmed Monday that Lesch had left, but offered no further information about where the 33-year-old, two-term DFLer was heading. Neither Lesch’s brother, Jim, nor friends in Minnesota who had been in contact with the lawmaker knew his whereabouts Monday.

But Iraqi and U.S. officials expressed their relief he had left the country the United States invaded in 2003.

“This grandstanding has no place here,” Johnson said. “Stay home.”
Had something happened to Lesch, he added, untold numbers of U.S. and Iraqi soldiers would have been obliged to endanger themselves to help him.

Mithal Alusi, founder of the Democratic Party of the Iraqi Nation, said he spoke with Lesch shortly after he arrived last week in Baghdad and quickly reprimanded him. Alusi has been a victim of violence since the invasion and has dodged several assassination attempts. His two sons were slain in January 2005. “Do you know what would happen if the terrorists took you as a hostage? Kalashnikov to your head. You with your passport, crying. And all of the world in danger. Just because of you!” Alusi recounted in an interview with Knight Ridder.

“I told him, ‘You are crazy.’ I don’t like to talk to politicians this way, but he made me very sad.”

Alusi asked if Lesch had any hobbies and said Lesch answered that he liked watching movies: “I told him you have watched too many James Bond movies.”

Alusi said that had a U.S. state lawmaker been taken hostage, it would have exhausted the country’s strained resources.

“We are so lucky he didn’t die” here, he said. “Can you imagine what will happen here? … I told him, ‘Don’t do it again!’ “

After reading Lesch’s blog posts I can tell you that he is an excellent writer — and an idiot. His account is both funny and as horrifically compelling as watching a blind child trying to cross the interstate. It will also convince you, if you had any doubts, that there is a God as Lesch constantly ran into people who went out of their way to help him out and tried to keep him alive. While he did take some precautions he largely abandoned his fate to the winds.

While the U.S. authorities have confirmed Lesch has left Iraq, no one is certain if he is indeed heading home. Given his posts so far, it is not unimaginable that he might still try to get to Mosul or Kirkuk. If I were to run into him in St. Paul I don’t know whether I’d kick his ass or buy him a beer or both, but I sincerely hope his adventure is short-lived. Better it than him.

Update:

The link to Down the Rabbit Hole has been fixed.

Update:

The PiPress has an update. According to a spokesman, Lesch will not try to re-enter Iraq and will instead spend time travelling in Europe before heading home in time for the opening of the legislative session March 1. My guess is he might run into more than a few Muslims there – or he might want to check out New Brighton.

Baby, you’re a star

I was driving around running errands last night, pretty much tuning out the commercials as they came on the radio when the absurdity of something being advertised struck me like, well, like a falling star.

The radio commercial was advertising the ultimate romantic Valentine’s Day gift: for just $54 you can name a star after your beloved. Not that this is new, this idea has been around for some time and the ads pop-up this time of year on schedule along with the ones for beauty spa gift certificates. (Nothing shows your lady how lovely you think she is like giving her an all-day pass to a beauty spa. Why not just get her a pair of pants and say, “I thought you’d like these because they won’t make you look fat.”)

Back to the star thing. $54? For what? I mean, what exactly is the company delivering here? Just like those pork belly futures you bought, a star is never actually going to show up on your front porch (though if either should happen, run!). So what we’re talking about here is a certificate, some flowery language and a nice envelope. Dang, I know I can do that for my readers, and it would only cost you, oh, about $34.95. Sure, they throw in a “star map” and directions for finding “your” star but even Peter Pan can do that and besides, how are you really going to know? It’s not as if you’re ever going to be able to drive by and look at it, or use it as collateral on a loan.

Oh sure, they tell you your star is registered with the International Star Registry, but don’t you kind of question the jurisdiction of something that’s merely “international”? Wouldn’t you feel better if it was the “Galaxy-wide Star Registry”? Furthermore, that’s just darn right presumptous. How do we know they have legal title? What if some operation on another planet has already claimed that particular star? Are you going to have to go to court on Betelgeuse to resolve your claim?

Look, if you want to offer her some grand, intangible gesture then just tell her you had her name tattoed directly on your heart, rather than over it. If she doesn’t believe you, give her a certificate.

“I’m not bad. I’m just drawn that way.”

Who said it?

Just like in the movie, Who Framed Roger Rabbit, there’s more to the crime than meets the eye. The “cartoon intifadeh” started last week over some cartoons that appeared in European papers back in … September. Perhaps someone has been keeping the raw meat in the freezer until it was needed. Who? Who might do such a thing? And why?

The answer (or part of it) might be in this article from today’s Washington Times. The story also features a photo of another cute couple: Syrian Pesident Bashar Assad and radical Iraqi Shiite cleric Muqtada al-Sadr.

As Jessica Rabbit might say, “Why don’t you do right, like some other men do?”

Ow! That’s funny!

The thing that makes the Super Bowl one of the biggest social events of the year are the commercials. Yeah, a championship football game is a big deal and but it is the commercials that attracts the non-football fan to the party, or at least gives them a way to participate in the day if they’ve been dragged along. Plus we all know the big bucks that get lavished on these ads so we hope to see something really distinctive: either super funny or ground-breaking…or spectacularly bad so we can feel smarter than the people who just threw promising careers out the window.

Humor has the biggest appeal and there were several ads that were laugh outloud funny this year, but after awhile I started to notice a common thread to gags that got the biggest reaction. I’ll list these, and you see if you can pick it out:

  • FedEx Caveman
  • Hidden Bud Lights
  • Bud Light Grizzly (save yourself)
  • Michelob Ultra touch football
  • Kick Ass Scarecrow (Coke)

The pay-off on all of these is something violent happening to someone (or something). The Sierra Mist airport metal detector ad was funny, too, while merely implying an unfortunate event about to happen.I know, people have been slipping on banana peels since the days of Vaudeville, and in these commercials the gags are well set up, but it just seems as if the advertising pendulum has swung from bouncing breasts to bouncing people off of things. Chalk it up to Terry Tate, office linebacker, I suppose and a certain amount of boob saturation. That’s not necessarily a bad thing but it does make you kind of wonder why these got such big laughs (or maybe it was just the group I was with). Of this group, my favorites were the FedEx and Bud Light grizzly ads.

Best ads
The ads I thought were the best overall, however, include the commercials from CareerBuilder (chimps and jackasses) and the Ameriquest “Don’t judge too quickly” ads, one featuring a fly and a fibrillator and the other dealing with unfortunate airplane turbulence. The humor in both the Ameriquest ads revolves around social awkwardness instead of outright pain and destruction – but again we’re laughing at someone else’s discomfort. Both actually made me think of the Southwest airlines “Want to get away?” series that has been running for the past few years. My favorite ad of the day, however, was the Budweiser Clydesdale football game, this year with a “streaker” (though, like the cowboy said, “I didn’t need to see that.”)

Worst ads
I’ve been in and around the advertising business for many years, so I know that you don’t get asked to do a Super Bowl commercial unless you’ve demonstrated some serious chops. Still, I’ve got to wonder what was going through people’s heads when they approved some of these ads for this year’s game. For one, I can’t stand the weird King in the Burger King ads, probably in the same way some people are freaked out by clowns. This particular ad, with the Whopperettes dressed as Whopper ingredients was jaw-droppingly bad. Par for the course for BK, however, as they have historically had some of the worst commercials in history (anyone remember Herb?).

Likewise the Diet Pepsi can ads were overblown productions of very thin concepts. Maybe if you’re already a Diet Pepsi drinker you might enjoy seeing your little buddy mixing with celebrities, but nothing in these efforts gave me any reason to try the beverage. And don’t get me started on “brown and bubbly” – what’s the product benefit of that? Maybe if you’re selling laxitives (I told you not to get me started).

Oh well, you can review all of these ads for yourself here. Which did you like best, or hate the most?

Super Sunday report

[Updated with photos! Scroll down.]

The Super Bowl has been a part of my life since I started playing organized sports. I missed the first two editions of the game because I didn’t know much about it. I do, however, remember my Dad delaying going out with my mother for New Year’s Eve in order to watch the end of the famous Packers “Ice Bowl” NFL Championship game against Dallas in ’67 prior to Super Bowl II. The next year I was playing youth football in the local Optimists’ league – for a team named the mini-Packers.

I watched in dismay that year as Joe Namath and the Jets dismantled the Colts in III, and lost my first sports wager the next year when my Uncle Carl bet me the Vikings wouldn’t beat the Chiefs. Since then I’ve missed watching only two Super Bowls: 1971 when my parents made me go with a church group to tour the local police stations (I was plenty upset, but it turned out to be no great loss as it was the awful Baltimore 16, Dallas 13 game) and 1979 when I was in England (even if there had been something called a “sports bar” back then they wouldn’t have been open at that hour). I also remember having friends sleeping over before VI and us calling a late-night talk show to confidently predict Dallas crushing the Dolphins (correct) — and then laughing our adolescent butts off when a later caller angrily suggested that kids shouldn’t be up at that hour calling radio programs.

I’m sure there are other memories I could dig up with a little more thought, but most of the games kind of slide through my mind in a slurry. The last 10 years or so, while I love the game, it’s been more about the people I spend it with than the teams that are playing — especially if it’s with a group of fans who know when to pay attention. Yesterday we were pleased to have a convivial and well-trained bunch over, consisting of a few friends from church and some new friends from the blogging world who I never knew existed at this time last year.

I moved the TV into the living room because it had the most sitting space and because it was handy to the kitchen and dining room where the food was laid out and the people who only wanted to see the commercials hung out. It was easy for us veteran football watchers to alert the other group to impending commercial breaks, usually setting off a mini-stampede that turned into a threat to smaller and larger children also on the premises. It was a rowdy time that left me feeling a little hungover this morning, and I wasn’t even drinking yesterday (except for about a liter and a half of Coke to chase Kevin’s salsa).

Steeler fans Policy Guy and Gal were there to discuss a fisking of Sid Hartman’s column about the wonders of all the new stadiums Michigan has paid for. I fixed a smoked brisket, while Surly and Sweeter brought a salmon log and a blue cheese mousse. There was also an abundance of bruschetta, brownies, taquitos and all manner of chips and some guacamole. (Speaking of guac, wouldn’t it have been fun if Kermit, riding his bike down the road to promote Ford’s hybrid SUV, had been run over by the Hummer H3 from the monsters-in-love commercial?)

Oh, and Uncle Ben dutifully brought his behind (and salsa) over so it could be stomped by the Mall Diva at Dance Dance Revolution. At least he did get a free haircut for his pain (from the dancing, not the haircut, that is).

First, the haircut. No blood or brain damage was seen.

Then, on to the Dance Dance showdown. At no time did their toes ever leave their feet, but the Mall Diva had an extra leg available as a back-up (one of the advantages of being the “home team”).

By the way, the Steelers won.

Things that go bump in the Night Writer blog

I’m trying to spiff this place up a bit in time for the imminent blogiversary party. As such, some reconstruction is going on in the template.

There are a couple of hiccups when viewing in Internet Explorer, but I think overall it’s looking pretty darn good in that browser. For some reason there are more problems when viewing with Firefox. I hope by the time you read this the issues will have already been worked out. If not, bear with us; I think the changes in store will make this blog more readable (well, the words will at least look better) and easier to browse.

Update:

Cabin fever must be going around: it looks as if I’m not the only one revamping my look. The Llamabutchers have a cool new Miami Vice homage skin.