Beautiful Spring day in Minnesota.
Game of Thrones was oddly satisfying tonight. ☺
And hearing Jack Gleason sing the Rains of Castamere during the credits was perfect. Such a talented, likeable kid.
Ryan, Glaxo's Non-Viable Fetus - Part II - The Twists -
Part 2 of
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Ryan, Glaxo’s Non-Viable Fetus - Part II - The Twists
Joanne Thomas - Paxil Birth Defects Mom Continuing on from Part I … In brief, Joanne Thomas filed a Paxil birth defect lawsuit against GSK in 2006. GSK argued that she was out of time. [Statute of Limitations] The Judge and subsequent appeal panel agreed …
When it’s light enough to hear Songbirds but dark enough to hear the Owls. #NowListening
How to Protect Yourself From the Heartbleed Bug -
This seems to be making the rounds, but doesn’t hurt to make sure everyone knows about this. If you use the Internet (and you are because you are reading this) this impacts you, and you need to look. In fact, Canada froze online tax filing because of this bug. Time to brush up those passwords, but make sure a site has patched this hole before you update on the site.
Honorary Bat Girl: Gallery -
's wife, , is a hero & has been nominated to be an honorary bat girl for the Los Angeles Angels. Please take a moment to click.
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Breast cancer while being pregnant . . my wife is my hero!
My wife, , was nominated to be an honorary bat girl for the by our amazing friend . Please take a minute to vote for Meg. You can find her entry under the person who nominated her Kate Huffman. Meg absolutely loves the Angels, and this would be such an amazing experience in the face of the challenges that breast cancer has brought to our lives.
Baby Sager was born on March 1st and is very healthy!
For those interested in a more detailed version of the story my wife has been pretty diligent in updating the family blog, http://thesagerreport.blogspot.com/
…when you leave the doctor with 3 more holes than you started…
Picture is uploaded & waiting for
“He had once thought it was strange to have a friend you’d never met. Now it was even stranger, losing a friend you’d never really had”
― Tad Williams, City of Golden Shadow
“Our lives aren’t even about doing real things most of the time. We think and talk about people we’ve never met, pretend to visit places we’ve never actually been, to discuss things that are just names as though they were as real as rocks or animals or something. Information Age. Hell it’s the Imagination Age. We’re living in our own minds.
No, she decided as the plane began its steep descent, really we’re living in other people’s minds.”
― Tad Williams, Mountain of Black Glass
“Remember that each light between sunrise and sunset is worth dying for at least once.”
― Tad Williams, Shadowrise
I remember several years ago when I started being active in this strange thing called “Social Media.” Talking about events here felt like when my relatives who watched too much TV could only share anecdotes from the shows they watched. I felt an embarrassment of talking about these “friends” as if they were the adult version of imaginary friends. There were always those who thought of the people they knew on the Internet as being somehow less real than those they knew “IRL” (a term I’ve grown to hate).
Then several things happened that changed how I viewed this “virtual” world:
- Friends and acquaintances I knew offline were revealed to have been living double lives. They shared a mask with us, but they were no more “real” even though we knew each other in the physical world, shook hands, hugged, and looked each other in the eyes.
- The interactions I was having online were having greater meaning. Sometimes I found that even with people I knew offline, my interactions with them online achieved a much greater depth. The biggest example of this was when I gained twin daughters from Mumbai, India. Since our initial interactions, we have talked on the phone, prayed together, and been in video chats together. These activities only served to strengthen a relationship of father/daughter that already existed.
- One of the friends I made on Tumblr was a sweet teenage girl. One night the car she was riding in was in a fluke single-car accident that killed both her and the driver. I found that the grief I experienced from her loss was every bit as “real” as if we had instead met at church or in a coffee house.
If the people I knew offline could be revealed to have only been wearing some mask, and if the people I knew online could bring real Joy & Sorrow into my heart, then why would these people that I knew in virtual environments be somehow less real than the people I met face-to-face? The answer was simple. They weren’t “imaginary friends.” They were every bit as real to me & every bit as significant whether we met via bytes or atoms.
Today we lost one of the Google+ mainstays, . Dirk may have used a nom de plume, but his friendship, warmth & humor were real. His loss hurts, and I’m reminded that the friendships & events here matter. The grief is real. My love for him and for all of you is real. I’m grateful for my friendship with Dirk & the time we had, and I am grateful for each of you. Sharing joys, struggles, victories, and heartbreaks with all of you has had a lasting impact on me.
Blessings & (((HUGS)))
Closing comments so people will comment on the original post for Dirk and his loved ones.
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My heart breaks as I tell everyone that #getwellDirk is now #RIPDIRKTALAMASCA. He passed away surrounded by his family today.
I do know service details and will edit this post with more information once I can see well enough through my tears to write more.
If you share the post, please disable comments and have them redirected here so I can print and send to Dirk’s family. It will provide them much comfort.
I will be sending this post with comments and something for the service.
Life is a long lesson in humility.
James M. Barrie (1860 - 1937)
Happiness is a 26/32 bracket with most of my Sweet 16 spots & all of my Elite 8 spots viable.
Megan Phelps-Roper (meganphelps) on Twitter -
As I’m sure most people know by now, Fred Phelps, the leader of the Westboro Baptist Church passed away.
What a lot of people don’t know is that his granddaughter, Megan Phelps-Roper, excommunicated herself from the church a year ago because she saw the hatred & hurt. Doing this wasn’t just cutting ties with a church for her. It was also walking away from her family. If you read her recent tweets, you see how she hurts from the pain WBC inflicted on people. You’ll also see a girl hurting from the loss of her grandfather.
Westboro Baptist Church celebrates the deaths of people by protesting their funerals. Instead of mirroring their hatred, what if we showed respect for the dead and love for a girl who misses her grandpa?
Closing comments for reasons.
Happiness is an early breakfast at Fayze’s with good friends.