Down time

So, still under the weather in Launceston. Not so good. Being sick sort takes the wind not only from your lungs, but also from your sails... The good part is that sleeping all day is easier in Lonnie than in NYC. No one's jack-hammering or refurbishing next door, so that's good.

As a result of not feeling all that well, been spending a lot of time on the internet at my favorite sites. For those interested, I've copied the links of a few of my favorite TED talks below. Don't know TED? Seriously, check it out. It's part of why having an internet make sense!

Also, in keeping w/ my first post ("Questions of Travel"), I've copied Robert Service's "The Men That Don't Fit In" below as well.

In terms of work, I guess I really do like the procedures and so on better than the rest. We (finally!) had an intubation the other day and I was so happy! Unfortunately, because the closest required specialist a 2-hour ambu ride away, it may have been simply a prolongation of the inevitable. Still, it kind of balanced out some terrific misses I've been making recently. Sigh. Anyway, hope all's well.

--aws

There's a race of men that don't fit in,

A race that can't stay still;

So they break the hearts of kith and kin,

And they roam the world at will.

They range the field and they rove the flood,

And they climb the mountain's crest;

Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,

And they don't know how to rest.

If they just went straight they might go far;

They are strong and brave and true;

But they're always tired of the things that are,

And they want the strange and new.

They say: "Could I find my proper groove,

What a deep mark I would make!"

So they chop and change, and each fresh move

Is only a fresh mistake.

And each forgets, as he strips and runs

With a brilliant, fitful pace,

It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones

Who win in the lifelong race.

And each forgets that his youth has fled,

Forgets that his prime is past,

Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,

In the glare of the truth at last.

He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;

He has just done things by half.

Life's been a jolly good joke on him,

And now is the time to laugh.

Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;

He was never meant to win;

He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;

He's a man who won't fit in.

http://www.ted.com/talks/ken_robinson_says_schools_kill_creativity.html

http://www.ted.com/talks/dan_gilbert_asks_why_are_we_happy.html

http://www.ted.com/talks/barry_schwartz_on_our_loss_of_wisdom.html

http://www.ted.com/talks/benjamin_zander_on_music_and_passion.html

http://www.ted.com/talks/malcolm_gladwell_on_spaghetti_sauce.html

http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2539741

http://www.glumbert.com/media/everydaynormalguy (ribald lyrics)

http://www.ted.com/talks/vusi_mahlasela_sings_thula_mama.html

http://plagiarist.com/poetry/

and of course http://www.theonion.com/ and http://www.thedailyshow.com/