The New York Times Magazine referred to him as a “Y2K guru.” ABC featured him in a prime-time head-for-the-hills news story. And Wired called him “a historian and early leader in the Y2K preparedness movement.” His name is Gary North and the media have anointed him as their official Year 2000-survival poster boy. But who’s spinning whom here?
“My concern about Gary North is that there are a lot of innocent citizens out there who are taking his information as the unadulterated truth,” gripes Steve Davis, co-author of Y2K Risk Management: Contingency Planning, Business Continuity, and Avoiding Litigation (John Wiley&Sons). “Y2K just came along and fit his agenda perfectly.” While Y2K is a real problem with real consequences, it’s uncertainty provides the perfect cover for a whole slew of millennial panic profiteers.
Unfortunately, the details of North’s agenda are not revealed because reporters are too busy lapping up his end-of-the-world sales pitch when they should be checking his background. If they did, they’d discover that North is using the Y2K problem to promote his larger agenda of Christian Reconstructionism. (more…)
I have a client who is 39 weeks pregnant with her first full-term pregnancy. It is a very exciting time for her and I am honored to be her Doula. While we have been spending the last several days texting and talking about the progress her body is making, I have also been serving my massage therapy clients in my office.
As you may have read in my last blog post, I really love my job. I love giving massage and helping women find comfort to cope with stress and the physical pains caused by it. I also really love working with women as they enter the homestretch of pregnancy in preparation for their baby’s birth.
What I don’t like is math! I’m in the process of preparing to write a grant to hopefully get some money to expand my business and relieve some of the financial stress on my family (teenagers are so expensive!) As I began this process, I have realized that the business plan I prepared 6 years ago in massage therapy school is no longer adequate.
I am so very thankful that I have reached all the goals I set up for my business back then, but I would much rather have my hands on someone’s body, helping her muscles release, than having my hands on a calculator and my laptop! Some people enjoy the exactness of math, the way that there is always a formula that ends with an answer that tells you that you are exactly right. I, however, enjoy the idea of possibilities, that there may be outcomes we don’t expect and surprises that we don’t plan. (more…)
Recently I had a prenatal massage therapy client come in for an appointment; we’ll call her “Client A”. On my prenatal massage client form, I have a spot for the client to request information about my birth doula service. If she requests that information, I take a few moments to discuss what her desires for birth are and explain how my support can help enhance her birth experience and help her have a positive memory of how her baby was born. I did this with Client A.
Allow me a moment to briefly share my background: I have 2 boys who were born vaginally, but with medical interventions. I have personally experienced induction, episiotomies, use of vacuum extraction, narcotics in labor, epidural, spontaneous water breaking, and AROM. I know how some of these interventions were beneficial to me or my baby and some were harmful. Fortunately, my children are healthy, happy, and show no signs of birth trauma. (more…)
I have been very busy the past week trying to get my life rearranged. My biggest priority is finding a way to get some extra income into the household. I have a possible lead right now working part-time as a personal care assistant to my neighbor who has Cerebral Palsy. She and her husband both have CP.
He gets around pretty well and is starting a new job on Tuesday as a case manager for United Cerebral Palsy. She, however, has a more severe form and needs a wheelchair and assistance with feeding herself. I have spent a lot of time with them both the past week and have really enjoyed getting to know them.
They both are very intelligent people with college educations and are extremely witty and funny. I feel that I have truly found great new friends in them. I admire them for their courage and strength of character and find their love for each other inspiring. (more…)
Whoever says living in the country is peaceful, is lying. Well, they’re lying to a certain degree, because even though there are lush green paddocks, lots of trees, scattered houses and the obligatory farm animals, there is still a lot of noise and unpeacefulness (I don’t think that’s a word, but I don’t care).
For example, I live directly under the flight path of two airports, Auckland domestic/international and Ardmore (think small commercial aircraft, helicopters and private planes). This means that at around 5:30 a.m. every morning we get nice big jumbo jets literally shaking the foundations of our house, and we also get small, loud, warcraft-type planes. While they’re pretty cool to watch in formation*, they don’t sound so fantastic at 10:30 on a Sunday morning when you’re trying to do your psychology report.
Growing up in the middle of boonies, the nearest store to our house was a little “Mom and Pop” gas station called King’s One Stop. It was about a mile and a half from my house and I used to walk or ride my bike up there on almost a daily basis.
Of course this was back in the day when you could let your child go past your front yard without worrying that you would never see them again. This was also back in the day when you could send your children to buy cigarettes for you.
About 7 miles from our house was another little gas station called Stone’s. One afternoon when I was 10 or 11, we were out of aluminum foil and my mom needed me to go get some.
Happy New Year to everyone! This means a lot of wine tasting and things brings the following to my mind …
I vividly remember the house my parents and I lived in before they separated and my mom and I moved to the house I grew up in.
I remember the kitchen tile and wallpaper, the green carpet that ran up the stairs and down the long hall, the wooden banister I used to slide down when my mom wasn’t looking and the upstairs bathroom, with its glamorous shell-shaped sink and the Wisteria vines that poked their way through the window screen.
It’s the bathroom I lost my first tooth in and the room that Bradley, one of my more rebellious little friends, almost set on fire while playing with matches one day. It was also the room that attracted the most spiders.