Friday, July 25, 2008

Professor Pausch Dies

If you didn't catch his "Last Lecture" on YouTube or somewhere else, take a minute to watch it as soon as possible. He found out that he had aggressive pancreatic cancer and instead of mourning his death, he chose to spend as much time as possible celebrating his life with his family. A true inspiration.

Prof whose 'last lecture' became a sensation dies

By RAMIT PLUSHNICK-MASTI, Associated Press Writer 1 hour, 55 minutes ago

PITTSBURGH - Randy Pausch, the Carnegie Mellon University computer scientist whose "last lecture" about facing terminal cancer became an Internet sensation and a best-selling book, died Friday. He was 47.

Pausch died at his home in Chesapeake, Va., said Jeffrey Zaslow, a Wall Street Journal writer who co-wrote Pausch's book. Pausch and his family had moved there last fall to be closer to his wife's relatives.

Pausch was diagnosed with incurable pancreatic cancer in September 2006. His popular last lecture at Carnegie Mellon in September 2007 garnered international attention and was viewed by millions on the Internet.

In it, Pausch celebrated living the life he had always dreamed of instead of concentrating on impending death.

"The lecture was for my kids, but if others are finding value in it, that is wonderful," Pausch wrote on his Web site. "But rest assured; I'm hardly unique."

The book "The Last Lecture" leaped to the top of the nonfiction best-seller lists after its publication in April and remains there this week. The book deal was reported to be worth more than $6 million.

Pausch said he dictated the book to Zaslow by cell phone, and Zaslow recalled Friday that he was "strong and funny" during their collaboration.

"It was the most fun 53 days of my life because it was like a performance," Zaslow told The Associated Press. "It was like getting 53 extra lectures." He recalled that Pausch became emotional when they worked on the last chapter, though, because that to him was the "end of the lecture, the book, his life."

At Carnegie Mellon, Pausch was a professor of computer science, human-computer interaction and design, and was recognized as a pioneer of virtual reality research. On campus, he became known for his flamboyance and showmanship as a teacher and mentor.

The speech last fall was part of a series Carnegie Mellon called "The Last Lecture," where professors were asked to think about what matters to them most and give a hypothetical final talk. The name of the lecture series was changed to "Journeys" before Pausch spoke, something he joked about in his lecture.

"I thought, damn, I finally nailed the venue and they renamed it," he said.

He told the packed auditorium he fulfilled almost all his childhood dreams — being in zero gravity, writing an article in the World Book Encyclopedia and working with the Walt Disney Co.

The one that eluded him? Playing in the National Football League.

"If I don't seem as depressed or morose as I should be, sorry to disappoint you," Pausch said.

He then joked about his quirky hobby of winning stuffed animals at amusement parks — another of his childhood dreams — and how his mother introduced him to people to keep him humble: "This is my son. He's a doctor, but not the kind that helps people."

Pausch said he was embarrassed and flattered by the popularity of his message. Millions viewed the complete or abridged version of the lecture, titled "Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams," online.

"I don't know how to not have fun," he said in the lecture. "I'm dying and I'm having fun. And I'm going to keep having fun every day I have left. Because there's no other way to play it."

Pausch lobbied Congress for more federal funding for pancreatic cancer research and appeared on "Oprah" and other TV shows. In what he called "a truly magical experience," he was even invited to appear as an extra in the upcoming "Star Trek" movie.

He had one line of dialogue, got to keep his costume and donated his $217.06 paycheck to charity.

Pausch blogged regularly about his medical treatment. On Feb. 15, exactly six months after he was told he had three to six months of healthy living left, Pausch posted a photo of himself to show he was "still alive & healthy."

In May, Pausch spoke at Carnegie Mellon's commencement ceremonies, telling graduates that what mattered was he could look back and say, "pretty much any time I got a chance to do something cool, I tried to grab for it, and that's where my solace comes from."

"We don't beat the reaper by living longer, we beat the reaper by living well and living fully," he said.

Born in 1960, Pausch received his bachelor's degree in computer science from Brown University and his Ph.D. from Carnegie Mellon.

He co-founded Carnegie Mellon's Entertainment Technology Center, a master's program for bringing artists and engineers together. The university named a footbridge in his honor. He also created an animation-based teaching program for high school and college students to have fun while learning computer programming.

In February, the Academy of Interactive Arts & Sciences in California announced the creation of the Dr. Randy Pausch Scholarship Fund for university students who pursue careers in game design, development and production.

He is survived by his wife, Jai, and their three children, Dylan, Logan and Chloe; his mother, Virginia Pausch of Columbia, Md.; and a sister, Tamara Mason of Lynchburg, Va.

In a statement Friday, his wife thanked those who sent messages of support and said her husband was proud that his lecture and book "inspired parents to revisit their priorities, particularly their relationships with their children."

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Wednesday, July 23, 2008

The evening. from hell.

Let me chronicle my day for all of you. It started off with a few little mishaps, nothing major. I poked myself in the eye right before lunchtime and ended up ejecting my contact into who-knows-where. Those of you who wear contacts know the crazy perception that comes from wearing only one lens - it should not be done for long. So I took out the other lens to even my, albeit blurry, vision out. I don't carry my glasses with me (but will from now on) so I just had no contacts.

(Let me also preface the rest of this post by saying that although I may have a tendency to get irritated easily and be an intolerant person in some regards... when actual, literal tragedy or just plain "suck" cross my path, I'm usually very level headed. I figure - why integrate emotions and make it all worse?)

Finished work, decided that I would take a kickboxing class to make pay penance for all I had eaten today. It was a great class and afterwards I felt calm, relaxed and productive.

Believe it or not, that calm was to last through most of what was to come.

I go into the women's locker room to get my bag and leave. Only... the locker I had used was jammed shut. And I mean, jammed shut. I go to the front desk to tell them I can't open my locker and therefore cannot get my keys and therefore leave. So after about a half an hour, in walks the maintenance lady (who should be feared and respected for she has a crowbar in her office). After a lot of pulling, grunting, snipping, banging and cursing (yes, even at the Y), she pries the locker open.

It's empty.

I feel like a complete tool.

So I go around checking the other lockers, just knowing I'm going to find my bag and look like the world's biggest horse's arse in front of this scary lady that possesses a crowbar.

My bag isn't there. My bag had been taken.

My bag, with nothing in it but my keys, dirty clothes, a beach towel, some shampoo (and here's what hurts) and my MP3 player... gone. I'm literally stuck there. No way to get in my car. No way to get into my apartment.

So I called my mom. She's at church, so I called Dad. Dad came and brought me my spare car key and made sure everything looked alright with my car.

Well my friend Robyn had stayed at my place while we went to the beach in June. She had my spare apartment key, so I called her and told her I would come to where she lives (Indian Trail) to get the key and avoid the $35 fee from having the maintenance guy come out "after hours."

At this point, I'm still calm. I was even kind of laughing about it. Well, chuckling. Let's not get carried away. I was also still full of endorphins from punching and kicking the air with Julianna. Those were quickly wearing off. Factor in also that it was now after 9 pm and I had not eaten since 2 pm.

So I head out to Indian Trail. Granted.. I had no contacts. I knew this but I also know that if I get close enough to a sign, I can read it even without lenses or glasses.

OK. BUT NOT IN THE PITCH BLACK MIDDLE OF BFE.

And did I mention this entire time it was pouring down rain, end-of-the-world style?

So I get out there and call Robyn for directions to her house. Myself being a person that possesses an abnormally keen ability for orientation, I didn't worry that it was dark, stormy and I didn't know where I was going.

I mention that the roads look like they are heading towards a flash flood, so she tries to detour me around that. But. I have no contacts in, it's blacker than black nanotubes and I have no idea where I am. I can't read the signs and Robyn.... really doesn't know the place like the back of her hand. So she's about as helpful as I am.

Myself also being an individual that can not stand to quit something that I've worked for, is having a hard time justifying saying "screw it" and turning back for the highway. But I'm close.

Here's where that moment came.

I had ended up BACK on Lawyers (where the detour BEGAN) and I had ended up pulling over to an intersection, getting out of my car in the pouring rain for the 3rd time so I could walk up to the street sign to read it. I read the name of the street to Robyn so she could get a bearing on where the *$%#&@*@*$ I was and she said:

"Emerald Woods? I don't know WHERE you are."

*SNAP*

That was Megan's last straw. Low blood sugar, dissipated endorphins, and stuck in.the.middle.of.nowhere.and.I.can't.see.a.bloody.thing. I could no longer deal.

Had I not possessed the level of pride I have, I would have called my mom and, through my desperate sobs, told her to call the Mint Hill police and make them come find me and escort me home. I'm tearing up now just thinking about it (not enough time yet, friends. Not enough time). I was done with a D.

Instead, I pulled myself together, headed down Lawyers determined to either hit 485 again or find a gas station that COULD ACTUALLY TELL ME WHERE I WAS.

With the help and guidance of the Good Lord, I shortly found myself noticing signs and places that were familiar and sure enough, there was the sign for 485. I'll admit it - I cried. It was the only relief I had felt all evening and I had reached my capacity.

So I called my apartment complex and had them come meet me with the key. Granted, it cost me $40 (I let the guy keep the extra $5 - hey. God Bless.) but now I'm at home, I have a house key and a car key. I've had a Mt. Dew and a sandwich. I'm still a little jacked up in a bad way, which is why I'm posting this blog - trying to purge. Digital catharsis.

I'm now going to sit in the bathtub.

To those who stole my bag: what goes around comes around.

Who knew flax seed was tasty?

This cereal is the shiz-nittle bam. Just look at those stats! 8% of your iron in half a cup? Sold!


Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Your Tuesday Animal News

Pregnant mice? you say. But read on. Gestation can be terminated by something as simple as the smell of a strange male's urine. Of course to us that's simple. But to mice, it's a deal-breaker. This is fascinating!

Pregnant Mice Block Odor Of Strange Male's Urine To Protect Their Pups

ScienceDaily (July 22, 2008) — Mouse mothers-to-be have a remarkable way to protect their unborn pups. Because the smell of a strange male's urine can cause miscarriage and reactivate the ovulatory cycle, pregnant mice prevent the action of such olfactory stimuli by blocking their smell. Researchers from the European Molecular Biology Laboratory (EMBL) in Monterotondo, Italy, have now revealed the nature of this ability. A surge of the chemical signal dopamine in the main olfactory bulb - one of the key brain areas for olfactory perception -- creates a barrier for male odours, they report in the current issue of Nature Neuroscience.

Read the full article

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Wow.



Let me get over the rush first before deciding this for sure, but I'm going to say it's a high probability that "Dark Knight" is my favorite movie ever now. It certainly is the best movie I've seen since the LOTR trilogy wrapped up in '03. Well... I did love OOTP and I watch it obsessively. Hmmm. Okay, in the category of movies not involving wizardry... favorite movie.

I really can't get over Heath Ledger. He is grade A nasty in this movie - I found myself holding my breath during his scenes. I just had no idea what to expect next. Christian Bale, of course, does a fine job of balancing the likable, boyish bachelor with the the "here, I'll hand you your butt" vigilante. That Batman roar he does... nice. Please, sir, can I have some more? And what fine, chiseled cheeks you have!

Interesting story, outstanding characters (with the exception of Rachel... eh), fantastic editing, GREAT special effects... I love that Christopher Nolan doesn't do CGI - it makes for an in-your-face-hold-onto-your-butt-enjoy-the-ride movie going experience. Not even the tool next to me that has an insatiable need for attention - any attention mind you- could have dampened that movie for me.

All I can say is, Heath - RIP, buddy. You really poured it out on this one and it makes me sad that you aren't around to reap all the rewards you deserve.

Look at Batman's sweet ride!

Saturday, July 19, 2008

The Saturday Rant.

Who "knows and loves" Jesse Jackson? I'm trying to think of a woman equivalent but I don't think it translates. However, if there were a female contemporary of Jesse Jackson, I think I'd make it my life's work to have her silenced. Don't get me wrong, I think the fact that the "n-word" is still part of our vernacular is unacceptable. I feel the same way about a specific, heinous word that is used to refer to a woman. Just remove it - completely. It's not cute; it's not endearing; it's just derogatory and belittling. Be above it. Otherwise, YOU are part of the problem and YOU need to have a nice cup of shut up, Jesse Jackson.

http://wcbstv.com/local/sharpton.jackson.nword.2.773359.html

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I just watched a special on HBO about child trafficking in China. Are you ready for a shocking statistic? 70,000 children are snatched off the streets of China EVERY YEAR. Granted, do some math and that is still a small percentage given the overwhelming population.

Some children are snatched to be sold to families to have children if they couldn't have their own (apparently in China, you are somewhat of a pariah if you don't have a child that will be able to take care of you in your later years) and some are snatched to be young, virginal brides for Chinese men. But a larger amount are SOLD BY THEIR PARENTS because they can't afford the maintenance fee imposed by the Chinese government for not adhering to the One Child Policy.

You know my thoughts about people that have children with wild abandon (I believe that making a human life needs to be a conscious decision, not an afterthought), but be thankful that you live in a country that doesn't, yet, tell you how many children you can have and bankrupt you for having more than what a policy says.

Friday, July 18, 2008

This is soooooo funny.

I was watching "Will and Grace" tonight and howled through this whole first scene. Karen's reaction when Jack tells her about Frasier and Friends - absolutely hilarious. What did we do before the days of You Tube?


Thursday, July 17, 2008

Kids are dumb.

Here's a little summary of my experiences this week at camp... thus far. We ain't done yet! Magnetic Megan may end up with something of a substance abuse problem if the rest of my camps continue in this fashion.
  • Tuesday one of my campers drank a raw egg. We had made "egg helmets" as part of our "Science of Sport" day and upon his egg breaking, he just couldn't resist quaffing down a big gulp of raw chicken ovum. His mom's reaction upon hearing of this: "Well that doesn't sound like Matthew." I don't know... between meeting him for the first time on Monday morning and Tuesday at noon, I thought it sounded exactly like something the little twit would do and that was just around 27 hours of exposure.
  • Yesterday the same child punched another camper in the nose and kicked him in the back. Why? Cause he was bored. He left early. He was not back today. Here's to hoping he's not there tomorrow either. Frankly, I have 12 children by myself and life is much easier without him there to create unnecessary conflict.
  • Today one of my girl campers (who, by and large, possess substantially more logic than their male counterparts) drank powdered dye. What is this drinking-weird-things phenomenon? Is it the child version of pica? Here's the best part: when I looked at her mouth and saw that her tongue, teeth and cheeks were HOT PINK from the dye and inquired how they got that way, she told me "It blew up into my face." Yeah, you gotta watch that spontaneously exploding dye - it's a little-known killer. Later I discovered she had then used it to paint eye shadow on her eyes. Sigh. I guess I shouldn't judge and mock. I was, after all, the kid who cut my own bangs off so I could look like Ariel, the Little Mermaid. Turns out I didn't at all, and the hair that grew back in stuck straight out of my forehead for a good while.
  • I also have a kid that recently (as in last week) moved back to the States from Switzerland. He intermittently speaks German and tries to engage people in discussions about God.
Why me?

** Update! On my last day of camp, the mother of the girl told me that the previous day, when she ate the tie dye, the girl had started to cry a little after her mom called her out on eating the dye..... she cried pink tears. HOW AWESOME IS THAT? That made the whole week worthwhile! That and one of my other girls brought me fresh picked flowers on Friday.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Not all soul mates are meant for romance.

... But I believe Neal Boortz and I are kindred spirits.

I picked up his book: "Somebody's Gotta Say It" on the way here. It is fabulous. I got familiar with him while reading, "Fairtax: The Truth" so when I saw his name in big bold letters on this book, I thought to myself, "Well this can't be a waste of money."

Indeed, it was not. Anti-leftist, anti-rightist, anti-stupid, anti-lazy, anti-entitled, anti-misinformed, anti-big-government... I LOVE HIM! He cares not who is offended by the truth he speaks and has no qualms about giving his opinion on exactly how this country got as screwed up as it is.

And his piece about the "right to vote" and who shouldn't be allowed to vote: poetry.

OK, more about him later. My plane just (finally) started boarding.

*Thanks to Lisa for providing a website: www.boortz.com

** Check him out, you won't be disappointed. Well, unless you're a liberal or a conservative. In the case, YOU ESPECIALLY need to listen to what he has to say!!!!

***I'm now home from Buffalo after 9+ hours in airports and airplanes. I could have freaking driven back! Dang-blasted storms.

Waiting on a plane

Stuck at the airport, t-storms have caused delays. I feel a haiku coming on...

Sky-cap is beeping
Children screaming; Tylenol
PM: safe for all.

Friday, July 4, 2008

R.I.P. Bozo et. al.

I used to loooooove to watch Bozo the Clown especially for the Grand Prize Game. You know you watched it too! I remember sending in postcards in hopes to be the at-home player. Never got it. Sigh. But throwing ping pong balls into methodically placed buckets to win prizes leading UP TO A SCHWINN bicycle?! What more could any kid ask for. I guess that explains my inexorable love for SkeeBall. When I finish my master's, I may just reward myself with a SkeeBall machine. This week has been a big loss - George Carlin, Bozo, and today Jesse Helms. Although I much prefer the comedian and the clown to the politician. But RIP all. I hope you're playing SkeeBall in Heaven.

I'm sitting at the Detroit airport waiting on my flight to Buffalo to visit Cherie, Doug and Alyssa. I'm geeked about the fireworks tomorrow night; they are sensational. And the food in Buffalo is a close second. There might be triple Zumba's next week. We're also going to visit Belhurst, an old castle near the Fingerlakes. It looks like a gorgeous area. Lancaster, where they live, is a really chill place. I'm looking forward to a very low-paced long weekend. And did I mention the food?... WEGMANS!

Let me just say that here at the Detroit airport, there are several young strapping pilots without rings on their left hands that I think are in need of having a conversation with me, they just don't know it yet...

Whoopsy, it's almost time to board. Gotta go. Maybe my pilot will be young and strapping??? :-)))

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Happy Birthday Sophie!

Today Sophie is a big fours years old! Happy birthday sweet girl!!