20 minutes in a bookstore....

...and I'm a goner. I was only there to wait for Angelina. I didn't want to buy a book, I didn't need to buy a book, and yet I came home with a book because once I saw it, I had to have it. It's an illness, I suppose.


The book is The Medical Detectives by Berton Roueche. He wrote articles for The New Yorker about tracking down the causes of medical problems from 1947 to 1988. Twenty-five stories! Of epidemiological investigations! Aaaaaahhhhhh... :)

Still Here...

Not that you'd notice from this blog unless you're clicking through to my pouting on the FitDay Journal. I've hit a plateau, and the only thing for it, so I've read, is to exercise more and cut back my carb intake. And there was much rejoicing. [not!]

In good news, I got an "H" in my first epidemiology class (equivalent to an "A") and I'll start class 2 (Fundamentals of Public Health Surveillance) on Tuesday. No books to buy, everything's online, thank you UNC School of Public Health! Another piece of good news is that UMUC corrected the name on my degree, so that someone looking at it would know it was mine, not my grandmother's or my daughter's.

I'm teaching at Red Cross Silver Spring a few times coming up, this coming Tuesday, possibly the next Tuesday, and a date in September and a two-nighter in October. As if I don't already have enough stuff with "Red Cross" all over it, I've decided I want a fleece jacket. But mostly, I don't want to get out of practice or let them forget about me. And I really enjoy meeting the people who take the classes, even though I'm not likely to ever see most of them again. If anyone reading this hasn't been trained and certified in CPR or First Aid, well, for goodness sakes, why not?! Get trained! Be prepared! The barbarians aren't at the gates, they are us!


We now return to our regularly scheduled programming...

My Question for the Dalai Lama

His Holiness took questions today before the afternoon's teachings. Some of them were to be answered in that afternoon's teachings, and so they were deferred. (One I thought was really inappropriate, and I'm trying to have some compassion for the person's confusion. His Holiness did, of course, and I think ducked the question very gracefully.) The procedure for asking a question was apparently to write it and put it in a basket somewhere. I don't know if they'll do this again tomorrow, but I know what my question is if they do.

His Holiness talked today about the 3 levels of capacity:
- initial capacity, persons who seek to have pleasureable lives and are motivated to take refuge and study dharma to learn how to avoid rebirth into the suffering in lower realms, for them the goal is to avoid the 10 negative actions and attain a precious human rebirth in the next life
- medium capacity, persons who recognize mundane suffering and seek enlightenment to escape samsara
- superior, persons who seek complete and precious perfect enlightenment in order to help all beings escape suffering, for them the goal is omniscience, HH said today

Wouldn't we all like to think we're of the superior kind? I know I would, but honestly, I'm probably still hanging out in the initial zone. But this led me to a question I wondered about after seeing the movie Hotel Rwanda about the Rwandan Genocide in 1994 (the year my daughter was born).

Karma is the consequences of action with intent, and there were conditions present that accumulated over time that led to the terrible things that happened. I get that. And somehow those unfortunate 800,000 people who were murdered and the people who murdered them and all the other survivors were involved in the horror by other conditions that put them in that place at that time.

So my question is, would someone of superior capacity seek an unfortunate human rebirth (like for example as one of the people in Rwanda) in order to spare another sentient being that horror? Or on the flip side, if you're just one of the initial capacity folks trying to avoid an unfortunate rebirth, does someone else get stuck with an unfortunate life when you get a good one, or are you taking someone else's place when you get a precious rebirth?

The Mind as Pancake

This essay in this month's Atlantic Monthly was linked to in a comment on thinkbuddha.org, which appears to be written by an ethics prof in the UK. It seemed a bit long for what it said, and I wondered if that was part of the author's point, that expectations for how pithily we can view content have been dramatically changed by the internet. I did enjoy the essay.

I also thought it was a bit presumptious for the author to speculate that this phenomena is happening to our culture as a whole, rather than just people who have their heads up their data ports. A quick and lazy Google search of "percentage of people with internet access" yields the information that 75% of people in the United States have home internet access and 694 million people worldwide use the internet. (Clearly I have my head up my data port. I stuck it up in there getting a Master's degree online, and I've just never bothered to pull it back out. I think about it sometimes, but then I get distra-- oh, look, a bunny!!!