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Dave’s having a baby!

Sun, 26 Jul 2009 19:30:53 GMT

Originally published at Oliver Dale .net. You can comment here or there.

Dave Tayman and I have an unusual history.

I ‘met’ Dave in (junior?) High School, by replying to a newsgroup post about a writing collaboration. I think it was for screenwriting, but we quickly started talking about fiction, and fantasy/science fiction, and, well, everything else. Eeegads, that was more than ten years ago. We spent most of our time outlining (not writing.. no no no, outlining…) a massive epic saga of fantasy novels. At last count, I think it was two linked trilogies. Don’t get me wrong, we gave writing it a shot a couple of times, but let’s face it: neither of us were good enough writers.

The story was worthwhile, I think. And I say this with considerable more experience than I had then. It just grew too big for us at the time. And that’s okay. We continued throughout our undergrad years, including a trip to Utah for EnderCon (the brave may follow this youtube link chronicling our journey), North Carolina for a book signing, a trip to Disney World, etc. But then life intervened in a big way. I went to grad school, Dave went on mission, I got moved across the country and got a job, Dave found a lovely gal (with a fortunate case of bad judgment!) he tricked into marrying him.

So we haven’t been chatting much (or at all). But! I just found out the lucky sap is going to have a baby. So, congrats to Dave and Emily. I can NOT believe you are going to be responsible for another human being. What a lucky kid.

Go say congrats to them (even if you don’t know them… that’d be funnier): Dave and Emily’s Blog (or maybe I should say Emily’s blog, that Dave sometimes guest spots on).

Keep on keeping on…

Sat, 25 Jul 2009 19:11:41 GMT

Originally published at Oliver Dale .net. You can comment here or there.

Know what I find strangest about blogs? That (for me at least) the amount of posting seems to be indirectly proportional to the amount of things going on in life. Hence, you generally only get posts from me when I’m sitting in my bathrobe, updating my twitter account on a beautiful Saturday afternoon — rather than when I’m actually out doing things that may (or may not!) be worth reading about.

Alas, such is your fate.

As a peace offering, want some pictures from last month’s excursion to Colorado Springs for the AAPM summer school?

From Pike's Peak and Garden of the Gods

Kind of a small thing, but…

Tue, 09 Jun 2009 02:58:21 GMT

Originally published at Oliver Dale .net. You can comment here or there.

So I had a minor writing breakthrough today. I should probably file this under ‘accomplishments that most people wouldn’t understand, but still made you squee like a sissy girl’ category. While writing this morning, during a particularly moving scene, I teared up. Okay, well. This is something I’ve heard other writers talk about. They say that they cry and cry while they’re writing, for their sad characters. It always makes me feel like a hack. That’s never happened to me.

Well, well. It wasn’t quite like that; there was no sobbing. But I did tear up. That’s got to mean something. (Not enough sleep?)

Life goal #32976.3

Sat, 06 Jun 2009 18:17:44 GMT

Originally published at Oliver Dale .net. You can comment here or there.

Obtain employment where it is both legal and expected to have a wet bar in office. In other news, 30 Rock rules my universe. That is all.

Webpage Fail

Fri, 05 Jun 2009 17:55:50 GMT

Originally published at Oliver Dale .net. You can comment here or there.

Everytime I click the Upload/Insert Photo button, WordPress crashes Firefox. This makes me a sad panda.

One of the bad days.

Thu, 04 Jun 2009 19:36:47 GMT

Originally published at Oliver Dale .net. You can comment here or there.

I work in a cancer center. I am a medical physicist (some day I’m going to write up a detailed post on what the hell that is and why you’ve never heard of me), and so my patient involvement is touch and go. Some procedures I’m intensively involved with, others I am very behind the scenes.

The first thing people comment on is how depressing my job must be. Okay, actually, when I tell them I’m a medical physicist their first reaction is: Whoa! You must be smart. … What the hell is a medical physicist? Then they comment about how my job must be depressing. But, to be truthful, it really isn’t. Many of our patients come in to our center as fighters. One of my most favorite aspects of this job is doing HDR treatment for breast cancer patients.

It is a relatively complicated procedure and so physicists are very involved at every stage: simulation, planning, and treatment. In the other parts of the department, radiation therapists (who are the hardest working employees of a radiation therapy center) get to see patients daily. But HDR is where I get to. And breast cancer patients are among our best.

Often young–due to improved screening processes–they are warriors. They come in smiling and they almost always leave that way, no matter what horrible things we do to their bodies in our attempt to heal them.

But cancer in general is an older person’s disease. The years add up, each moment a roll of the dice. The longer you live, the more times you roll the dice.

Today we have one of our older patients in for the treatment of a large tumor at the base of his skull. He is not entirely oriented. He has been incapable of walking for a few years now and is carted around in a wheelchair by his daughter. The only glimmer of his personality we see is when the therapist asks him if he is ready for treatment, and he shakes his head slightly.

His daughter coaxes him along, promising ice cream when they are done. The therapist wheels him to the treatment vault. Her voice is singsong, cheerful. They are both talking to him like he was two years old. I suppose, that’s not far from the truth.

There are moments when this job is depressing, and this is one of them. But usually it is not. Usually, our days are pretty good.

Parable of the Drone

Thu, 04 Jun 2009 01:45:03 GMT

Originally published at Oliver Dale .net. You can comment here or there.

I got out of the job today with sunlight to spare. I was motivated and fired up and, after the two hour drive home, I now want to do nothing but sleep. Shady Pines, here I come. If you visit, just look for the old man on the porch rocker. If you cross over to me to say hello, be sure to use the walkway lest I shake my old-man fist at you, damn kids.

Maybe I’ll do some writing tomorrow? Now I’m off to read some Butler. Yay.

This work?

Sun, 31 May 2009 20:06:11 GMT

Originally published at Oliver Dale .net. You can comment here or there.

New webpage. Check it out. (Or rather, don’t yet. Still tweaking.)

MS Word .. abandon all hope, ye who install this piece of crap

Sun, 05 Apr 2009 17:10:13 GMT

What the hell was Microsoft thinking? I mean, okay. I'm not a hater. I get it: Microsoft is a big bad corporate conglomerate. They push out small business only to replace good software with mediocre software with lots of bugs. But still... I didn't really much care.

But what is this crap? Word 2007 (for Vista, of course) is a complete redesign. And it makes no sense at all. What was wrong with the way Microsoft programs were designed before? Everyone knew how to use them, where all the features were... why screw with that? But this new layout makes no sense to me! It's ridiculous! It took me twenty minutes to figure out how to center text. It should not be this difficult.

Damn you jerks!

Wonder if this thing will work...

Sat, 04 Apr 2009 06:47:20 GMT

Can it be? A picture posted from my iPhone? This is the result of Dr Pepper and an unplanned three hour nap....

See?

Posted via LiveJournal.app.

Wonder if this thing will work...

Sat, 04 Apr 2009 06:47:19 GMT

Can it be? A picture posted from my iPhone? This is the result of Dr Pepper and an unplanned three hour nap....

See?

Posted via LiveJournal.app.

I wonder...

Sat, 04 Apr 2009 06:20:39 GMT

'Spose one day I can just start to post, randomly, and no one will notice it's been three-hundred years since my last one?

Got a camera

Thu, 30 Oct 2008 00:35:47 GMT

In anticipation of my upcoming trip to New York (upcoming as in... I should be packing right now instead of playing online) I purchased a new digital camera. Maybe when I get back I'll have some pictures for you. But in the meantime, here's a picture of me and Amber when we went Skiing last winter:

From Skiing with Amber

If you click on it, you can see a couple of other pictures.

Ta for now.

Oh yeah, remember that test?

Mon, 20 Oct 2008 19:48:17 GMT

If you glance back a bit, you may recall that I took my American Board of Radiology exams for my Therapy Physics certification. I thought I failed; I knew I failed.

I passed.

Well, I'll be.

Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk

Mon, 20 Oct 2008 19:45:25 GMT

So I finally buckled and got my Oklahoma driver's license. This feels like a momentous event. Despite not having lived in Minnesota since 2000, I've always officially been a resident there. Florida, Alabama, North Carolina, Iowa -- all of the other places I've lived have just been temporary.

Oh, and I didn't even think about it when I went, but of course they took my picture for the ID card. Lordy, lordy, is that a sight to behold. (There will be no scans of my ID photo, in case you were going to ask.)

Have you journeyed to the springs of the sea?

Sat, 18 Oct 2008 16:16:28 GMT

I am going to miss Abby desperately. She's my favorite character of the whole series. But did anyone else find it a little ... umm ... off ... when they compared her to Job?

Anyway. This whole damn season is going to be depressing as hell, I think.

Those coin-like eyes.

Sat, 23 Aug 2008 23:26:17 GMT

I'm re-reading THE MARTIAN CHRONICLES. I'm not really sure why. I think it's because I'm feeling a bit uninspired, and lazy, and Bradbury has always, always been able to motivate me. The man is a poet. And this book is just as beautiful as I remembered.

What's three months?

Fri, 22 Aug 2008 17:57:02 GMT

Took the first round of my board exams on Wednesday. I'm still recovering. Do any of you know how to calculate the energy difference between protons in the parallel and antiparallel states in a two-tesla MRI? I sure as hell don't, but the American Board of Radiology apparently thinks I should. Now I get to stew in my own self-doubt for four weeks before they send me a letter telling me how stupid I am.

My solution, you ask? Martinis by the dozen.

Also, I came really close to flying my ass to NYC this weekend to catch the last performance of "There Will Come Soft Rains" that everyone keeps talking about. I couldn't quite justify the approximately $800 it would cost me to do so, however, so I backed out. But just barely. If you're in the area, please go and then recount the experience to me so I can feel like I am not, in fact, locked in the middle of nowhere right now.

Star and navel gazing

Fri, 16 May 2008 15:48:41 GMT

I can't remember the last time I looked at the moon.

This is a bit strange for me in particular since I used to be an astrophysics major whose intended field of study was local/near-Earth astronomy with a special emphasis on Lunar studies.

Driving home from the contract gig last night, I leaned back in the driver's seat to stretch my neck and there she was. Big, bright, beaming. Made me wonder where the time has gone and marvel at my change in focus. It was like all those old feelings and aspirations were buried deep, but still there waiting for me to visit them.

Bizarre.

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On that same trip home, I saw a church sign. That sign is principally the reason I thought of this blog. It read: "Oh yeah? Well what have YOU done lately?" I'm not entirely sure what that means or what message I'm supposed to take from it. But it is exactly the sort of thing that the internet could not go one more day without knowing about.

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Aren't you proud? I made it this far into the entry without the long diatribe on why I haven't been posting. Don't worry; I'll skip the majority of it. Basically, it's not that I'm out of the habit of writing, but that I'm in the habit of not writing. It's a poisonous, necessary feeling that I hope to remedy soon. But I so closely associate this blog with writing that it was easier to just ignore the whole thing all together than to keep up with it and constantly remind myself that I was, in fact, poisoned.

We'll see what happens.

Anyway. How have you been?

Baaaaaaaa....

Sat, 01 Dec 2007 02:50:00 GMT

I was a little bad today. I spent a crap load of money on crap I don't need. I also got a bad haircut. Or rather, it's a decent haircut, it's just too short. Like way too short. I was shorn like a sheep.

But I got new glasses! And they're cool. They do, however, have the unfortunate side effect in conjunction with the haircut of making me look like that dude from "Falling Down."

Observe:

In the words of Bill Foster, "I am not economically viable."

But it sure is fun.

Home sweet smelly home.

Tue, 20 Nov 2007 12:32:00 GMT

The trip was splendid. As promised, pictures of cuteness and cake:

What can I say? Iowas was cold. Much colder than I was prepared for. The key, it turns out, is plentiful layering. At any given moment, I was wrapped in a minimum of four layers. This, I'm sure, is the single item that prevented me from dying of exposure. The unfortunate aspect of going to the frozen north, you see, is that the people who live there are woefully unaware of its actual temperature. Their ice-addled minds have been numbed into believing that an ambient temperature, in doors, of 68 degrees is comfortable and optimal operating temperature for warm-blooded creatures. This is inaccurate.

There are two independent central heating units in my condo (remember, it was actually two units combined) and if you think either of them are ever turned lower than 73, you're nuts. This has the happy coincidence of allowing me to exist in my dwelling without resorting to the murder of seals for their blubber.

So, anyway, Gabe's birthday party was at a Chuck-e-Cheese (sp) knock-off joint. There were some rides. Some air hockey was played. A worker donned a large costume and walked around greeting children, a permanently stitched grin on his face and the unmistakable odor of sweat trailing behind. Oh, and we had a few relatives crash our party. My grandmother, aunt, and two younger cousins popped by. And by 'popped' I mean, drove five hours to surprise us. It was wild. They were clearly tickled at having caught us so thoroughly unawares.

Actually, here's a picture of my grandmother and me playing Simpson's Bowling (consequently, my sister and I reprised this act of virtual bowling the following morning by playing wii, practically my first experience with it [there was one other small occasion during which I may have touched a wii controller, but it was at my ex-roommate Kevin's pre-wedding party, and I don't really recall much.. I was too busy winning poker]):

Look at all those tickets. Aren't you proud? While I'm on the subject, can any of you explain to me the insane level of ticket inflation going on these days? I don't know what's happened to this economy of ours, I really don't. Back when I was young, you had to scrimp and pinch and save and fight to get a few tickets. And those tickets were worth something. These days, you get fistfuls for even playing the game, let alone actually winning or performing well! And what do you get for these dangling carrots? Plastic crap that's probably tainted with Chinese lead (if you think my grandmother wasn't worried about the Pb-level of the toys, you would be wrong, sir).

At least my flights were uneventful. Of course, the airlines always have this coming Wednesday to screw up my currently warm feelings towards them by delays, cancellations, or just plain stupidness as I make my way to Minneapolis for Tofurkey day.

this work?

Sat, 17 Nov 2007 03:10:47 GMT

word up from my phone

Meet boy Elroy...

Fri, 16 Nov 2007 14:05:58 GMT

Hey all. I'm off to Des Moines today for my nephew Gabe's birthday. This is the first I'll be able to attend since stupid, dumb school has precluded me from all the others. Hopefully there will be pictures. Of cake. And cuteness. Stay tuned.

Also, I realized today in the shower (or as I like to call it, "my thinking booth") that I failed to mention to anyone that I'm going to be in a commercial today promoting St. John's new CyberKnife center (which you are all disgustingly sick of hearing me blather on about, I'm sure). I'm positive I'm going to be red-shirt filler, standing in the background uselessly pointing at a computer terminal while Calvin (the robot.. the story behind the naming is long and boring) dances his dance, bathing our fake-patient in the fake-healing rays of fake-radiation.

God, I hope they YouTube it.

Nine Stories and Franny and Zooey

Sun, 11 Nov 2007 18:17:27 GMT

Having now read a great deal of Salinger (and yet, not ever Catcher in the Rye which, I'm sure, makes me some sort of freak) I just want to say, however quickly, that the man is obsessed with cigarettes. Every one of the nine stories featured a character that lit up (usually the main character) and Franny chain smokes so much that I can feel the tar gathering in my own lungs.

Actually, it may not be fair to say he's obsessed. When he was writing, I'm sure smoking tobacco was much more prevalent than it is these days. And, to be honest, he's no more obsessed about smoking cigarettes than I am about NOT smoking cigarettes; I have not, after all, ever had a character that smoked.

Actually, come to think of it, that's kind of strange in itself. At any rate, good reading. Someday soon I'm going to pick up Catcher and then my reading of Salinger will be damn near complete.

Ummm, also..

Sun, 11 Nov 2007 05:53:39 GMT

Since I'm text-bombing the shit out of everyone, I might add that there are now ads at the top and bottom of this page. This is because, a) I don't want to pay for LJ, and b) having ads allows me to more easily post pictures.

That is all.