Thursday, December 25, 2014

Merry Christmas from The Youngs

My favorite part of the end of the year, ranked in order behind, you know, the whole birth of Jesus our Lord and Savior (Amen!), the playing (on repeat!) of Amy Grant’s indelible classic (and creatively named) A Christmas Album, and (how could I forget!) the cookies, oh the cookies, is the various “Best of” lists that pop up as the new year approaches.

Music, movies, photos...every topic you can think of receives its very own “Best of” list. (Seriously…I just saw one for ‘the weirdest gifts asked for by kids from mall Santas this year’. Uh? How about a dry cleaning gift card, which the kid can then give back to the mall Santa? Wash those suits, fellas!)

So allow me to add one more to the stack: here is the Young Family’s Best Ten Moments from 2014.

1. 2014 proved to be the year of the road trip. We tested the trusty old van’s mettle with drives to Pennsylvania in January, Nashville in May, and Minneapolis in August. So, pretty much ten hours in every direction but North. Sorry Canada, but that ain’t happenin’!

2. Kim and Doug continued their globetrotting ways, adding “Konnichi wa” and ”Buon giorno” to their vocabularies. (Consider this your yearly linguistics/geography quiz.)

3. Their Tuscany trip, with dear friends the Lisulls, was in honor of a special occasion: enhanced AARP benefits! Cheap movie tickets! Blue hair specials!

4. To commemorate this special year (ahem, 60!), Kim was surprised by an epic gathering of family and friends in September. Doug, you sneaky fellow!

5. To return the birthday favor, for Doug’s turn the family gathered in Chicago for food, fun with friends, and laughs at a Second City improv comedy show.

6. Doug and Cam had the opportunity to attend the Final Four in Dallas in early April, even lucking into courtside seats. As Dickie V would attest, “It was awesome, baby!”


7. Two weeks in early August were tranquilly spent on the shores of Lake Huron, in Tawas, MI, interrupted only by a quick jaunt down to see Manchester United play Real Madrid in The Big House.


8. It wasn’t all fun and games in 2014: Cam continues to enjoy Steelcase, while Mac and Liz trudge through the Minnesotan snow to get to Boston Scientific and Ph.D year #3 at U of Minnesota, respectively. Jon and Doug are pushing Behler-Young to new heights, and Kim is the rock behind it all, using her age-acquired wisdom to dole out ample “suggestions” and ”advice”.

9. Speaking of Mac and Liz, they’re creating a splendid life for themselves in MN, spending much of their free time working on remodeling their new house, when they’re not shoveling snow or scraping ice off of windshields.

10. The whole family remains in good health and good spirits, with Cam devoting two days per week to intense physical therapy, and Doug and Kim each climbing out of bed when it’s still dark out to do exercise-related things on a semi-regular basis. Even Jon has been spotted speed-walking here and there. Chalking that up as a win!

We wish you and yours a happy and healthy holiday season, and a #blessed 2015! 

                                                                                                                 

Friday, December 12, 2014

A Recent Walking Video and a Research Update



Here's a video from a few weeks ago of me getting some steps in. Hopefully this winter won't snow me in as much as last year's did, so I can keep on my two sessions per week schedule.

There's also been some exciting news on the research front, out of Case Western Reserve University:
Injections of a new drug may partially relieve paralyzing spinal cord injuries, based on indications from a study in rats, which was partly funded by the National Institutes of Health. 
After spinal cord injury, axons try to cross the injury site and reconnect with other cells but are stymied by scarring that forms after the injury. Previous studies suggested their movements are blocked when the protein tyrosine phosphatase sigma (PTP sigma), an enzyme found in axons, interacts with chondroitin sulfate proteoglycans, a class of sugary proteins that fill the scars.  
Dr. Bradley Lang and his colleagues designed a drug called ISP to block the enzyme and facilitate the drug’s entry into the brain and spinal cord. Injections of the drug under the skin of paralyzed rats near the injury site partially restored axon growth and improved movements and bladder functions. 
“There are currently no drug therapies available that improve the very limited natural recovery from spinal cord injuries that patients experience,” said Lyn Jakeman, Ph.D., a program director at the NIH’s National Institute of Neurological Disorders and Stroke, Bethesda, MD. “This is a great step towards identifying a novel agent for helping people recover.” 
“It was amazing. The axons kept growing and growing,” said Dr. Silver.
Truly great news.

Monday, December 8, 2014

No Shave November: The Aftermath

Quick: Which one is least creepy?

 The "Under the Bridge"


The "G.O.A.T" (a.k.a. Get Out at Once)


The "Fu Manchu"


The "Fu Shadow"


The "Trash 'Stache"


The "Productive Citizen"


Sunday, November 9, 2014

Francis Fukuyama on Political Order and Political Decay

This past week, Francis Fukuyama came to The Hauenstein Center at GVSU to give a lecture on his new book, Political Order and Political Decay. To sum it up in a sentence: it’s been a pretty bad year for order in global politics.
I did not take this photo.

(The director of The Hauenstein Center in his introduction described Fukuyama as one of the top five political thinkers in the world. Who knew they had rankings on that? Is that the AP or the Coaches Poll? Will Fukuyama make the College Football Playoff? So many questions…)

Fukuyama rose to fame after the publication of his book The End of History and the Last Man, in which he argued that liberal democracy stood alone as the only form of government compatible with socio-economic modernity (opposed to say communism, as Marx had posited).

The New York Times, in a review of Political Order and Political Decay, wrote:
Over the years since, Fukuyama has continued to argue the case, and has now summed up his efforts with a two-­volume magnum opus that chronicles global political development from prehistory to the present. A quarter-century on, he remains convinced that no other political system is viable in the long run, but concludes his survey with a sobering twist: Liberal democracy’s future is cloudy, but that is because of its own internal problems, not competition from any external opponent.
Large, traditional powers like China and Russia are banging their drums and looking to expand their territories, while small, nontraditional groups continue to make noise across the Middle East and Africa. The hope we should have, according to Fukuyama, is for all of these states to get to Denmark. Not on the map per se, but to get to Denmark’s level of stability and low corruption. If Haiti, Somalia, Iraq, et al., looked like Denmark, the world would be better off. The problem is, we don't know how Denmark got to be Denmark. How did Vikings turn into social democrats? Maybe we'll never know.

Fukuyama argues that political order is held up by three pillars:
• The state, which is granted certain powers and responsibilities;
• The rule of law, which is a constraint on the powers of the state;
• Democratic accountability, although it’s important to remember that procedural accountability doesn't always equal substantive accountability. (Meaning, just because they say they're doing it doesn't mean they're actually doing it. See: voting in Afghanistan.)

These three pillars are necessities in a liberal democracy. Like the legs of a stool, unbalance one of them and order becomes wobbly.

Looking more closely at the state, there exists a difference between a modern state and a patrimonial state. In a modern state, there are clear distinctions between public and private. Corruption is possible, but it can be squashed through both the rule of law and democratic accountability.

In a patrimonial state however, the government itself is a species of private property. The king, ruler, president owns everything. The modern version is called a neopatrimonial state; take, for example, Ukraine. The democratic elections that precipitated the recent protests and rioting returned to power a president who had raided the treasury to build himself a massive palace outside Kiev. Soviet-esque corruption at its finest and most brazen. Other prominent examples of struggling democracies include India, Nigeria and Greece.

In Greece, ever since their transition to democratic rule, parties have won power via a system of patronage, rewarding supporters with civil jobs. And that’s been their downfall; Greece now has seven times per capita the amount of public workers as the UK. It’s not that these countries don’t understand democracy, or are incapable of practicing it, it's just that their democracies are immature. For most, they’ve been at it for less than a century.

It’s important to remember that the US hasn’t always been the beacon-on-a-hill of democracy that we are today. (That was sarcasm.) The system of patronage ravaging countries like Greece and Ukraine takes its lead from early 19th-century American politics, specifically the presidential election between Andrew Jackson and John Quincy Adams. A century of patronage tradition followed that took the assassination of James Garfield and the trust-bustin’ exploits of Teddy Roosevelt to fix. Democracy created problems of corruption, but was also key to eventually solving them.

Which brings us to political decay. Why is there still corruption in America? After all, the three pillars of our ‘stool’ remain intact and balanced. (Right?)

Fukuyama argues that despite America’s problems, we are not in decline as a democratic society. The rise in interest groups, though, is troubling. They are legitimate entities, but there is simply too much money involved, manipulating elected officials and distorting the views of the electorate. K Street lobbyists don't represent voters, just wealthy elites. Add to this mix intense polarization and extreme gerrymandering and you are left with the wide split between the parties that we see today.

The Founding Fathers, when writing the Constitution, wanted to maximize individual liberty, and as a result instituted the genius system of checks and balances that we know and love. Partisan politics, however, have led to this system transforming into what Fukuyama calls a "vetocracy", or a rule by veto. It is so bogged down and obstructed that necessary reforms to government are nearly impossible. (Case in point: the budget. Entitlement reform. Immigration. The tax code. Need I go on?) The US is a crucial model of democracy internationally, and we are simply not acting like a very good role model right now.

An audience member asked him if he still felt liberal democracies were the "end of history", and he said he did. Two-thirds of the countries on Earth have some form of a democracy. He admitted however, that the Chinese system is a threat to his thesis, because they have made a viable state despite running an authoritarian-style government, which may be attractive to developing countries.

Assorted notes:

  • A broad middle class is key to sustaining democracy, making it easy to understand where and why democracy has failed, the most obvious example being much of Latin America. Social inequality often gives rise to populist politics, and the accompanying unrest and instability.
  • Gerrymandering is a problem. Re-districting ought to be done on a non-partisan basis, as they do in California, to fix this mass polarization and huge incumbency advantage.
  • Are instant runoff elections the solution, where candidates are ranked and votes reassigned if the voter's top choice loses? It would make it easier for third-party challengers to get their voices heard.
  • In response to a question regarding Islamic extremism, he argued that ISIS is not a huge threat, but is made more viable by the vacuum of modern states in the area. The instability in the region results from an ongoing Shia versus Sunni civil war, which in itself is shaping up as a proxy war between Saudi Arabia and Iran. It won’t stop until they figure out it makes sense to stop fighting, similar to the battles between denominations of Christianity across the centuries. 
  • “The desire for democracy is strong but actually doing it is hard.”

After the talk, in the receiving line to get my book signed, I asked Dr. Fukuyama about neo-conservatism and if it is actually possible for a benevolent hegemon to even exist. (Fukuyama famously broke with Dubya and his merry band of neocons after the invasion of Iraq in 2003.) He murmured something about breaking with them in '03, which I already knew thanks to a quick pre-lecture scan of his Wikipedia page, and then said something along the lines of "we underestimated the hard military power that was needed." No shit. I was hustled through without another follow-up.

My original question, though, asked if a superpower is ever able to truly act benevolently when aiding, interfering with, or invading another state. True-believer neocons would probably say yes, in that the adoption of democracy is worth any unrest or upheaval caused. The quagmire of Iraq, in my opinion, is proof enough that it is actually not worth it. Reality bites, as they say.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

The Beach Boys...and my #IceBucketChallenge

"Hey Rolling Man, got a song you’d like to hear tonight?"

I peeked back over my right shoulder. Surely that was directed at me, although that's not how I typically prefer to be addressed. (I was pretty sure I was the wheelchair user in question because although I was situated in the back of the accessible seating area at the Meijer Gardens, I was the only concertgoer on wheels. I don't make a practice of comparing disabilities to one another, but does one foot in a boot entitle five senior citizens to the entirety of the front row of the section? It's technically within the arbitrarily enforced rules, but I digress...)

I spotted the gentleman who had asked the question. He looked...out of place. These Beach Boy tickets were $62, yet this guy looked like he had been out fishing earlier, or on a jog and had decided impromptu to see a concert. Short running shorts, kind of grungy shirt, weird hat...all the better I guess to remain incognito.

Because the guy was Bruce Johnston, Grammy-winning songwriter, keyboardist and vocalist and one of two original Beach Boys (along with Mike Love) to grace the stage that night.

Overhearing murmurs around me that this oddly dressed guy was a Beach Boy, I froze. My mind was immediately purged of Beach Boys song titles. Just don't say a Beatles song, I thought. Favorites like "God Only Knows" and "California Girls" were erased from memory.

I stalled. "Uh...um...uh..."

Still nothing. I bit my lip. Choking in the clutch!  Lyrics popped into my head:

"...c'mon, let's cruise, you got...nothing to lose..."

Finally! But still no song title. Oh well. I started lightly singing, "C'mon let's cruise, you got..."

He cut me off. "Still Cruisin! Great choice!"

They played it halfway through the first half of the concert, dedicating it to 'his friend in the back'. Pretty cool moment.

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You may have seen a video or two online over the past few weeks of people dumping ice water over their own heads in the name of charity. Who am I kidding, of course you have. It's impossible to go on Facebook or even step outdoors without seeing someone accept the Ice Bucket Challenge, some reluctant, some eager (usually depending on the ambient temperature) and proceed to soak themselves in ice water. 

ALS, aka Lou Gehrig's disease, is a debilitating muscular disease. It truly is a terrible affliction and deserves this spotlight, money, and research attention. The background behind the Challenge is pretty cool; it's amazing to see how and why things go viral on the wild, wild Internet. 

Of the many iterations of the Challenge floating around out there, this one's my favorite. Steve Gleason, a former New Orleans Saint and an inspiration of mine, participated wholeheartedly in the Challenge. Read his story here and watch his video:
Without further ado, here's my video (edited for length and expletives):


Burrrrrr!

Now what should the challenge be to raise awareness and money for Spinal Cord Injury research?

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Some New Stuff at PT


It may be summer, the time of vacation and waning motivations, but that doesn't mean I'm slacking off! I'm still making it up to the gym Mondays and Fridays, for six hours a week of standing, walking, weights, and pain

Here's my latest walking video from Friday.



We've really slowed the rhythm down, in an attempt to get me to do the bulk of the work of pulling my leg through while the other leg is in stance. As you can see below (thanks to those handy Michigan slippers that help my feet slide more easily) I'm playing at least a small role in those baby steps, be it a reflexive, involuntary movement or actually something that I'm contributing to. 




Let the record show I collapsed with exhaustion after each of these videos. I'm tensing up my whole body trying to activate those pesky hip flexors, and as a result my arms, torso, even head feel like they're going to fall off.

After a few hundred feet of walking/stumbling, we moved on to something new: crawling. I've been working a lot on building my triceps up (it's beach season, after all!), and could really see the difference in how much better I could support my upper body. It used to take a person on each elbow to keep them from buckling; now I can manage them pretty well on my own with only a bit of help. 



Above, we used the harness over head to help support my torso and hips. In the video below, we said, "Screw you, harness," and ditched it. It was definitely more difficult, but I was able to emerge without an epic face plant. Counting that as a win!






Sunday, June 29, 2014

A Poverty Simulation

Last week, I experienced a poverty simulation, hosted at Steelcase and put on by Access of West Michigan. A group of around 50 Steelcase employees, local medical residents, and interested community members had their eyes opened by this deeply impactful encounter.

We each were assigned a new identity for the simulation. I took on the persona of Yuri Yarrow (I went out a limb and bestowed upon Yuri a simply majestic Russian accent), a 75-year-old man with a chronic lung condition and an inability to walk long distances. My wife Yomelda and I survive on a monthly Social Security stipend of $726. With that, we must pay for bus fare, our mortgage, groceries, and anything else we might need.

The month-long simulation was broken up into four 15-minute weeks. We were assigned various tasks to be completed during certain weeks, to make the simulation as realistic as possible. For instance, Yomelda and I both had doctor’s appointments, her for her diabetes and me for my chronic lung condition, during week 2. That meant, during week 1, we needed to be sure to buy enough bus fare to last us the entire month, as our poor health prevented us from walking places. The planning and strategizing required to satisfy all of these necessities on such a tight budget was stressful enough – and this was only a simulation.

Week 1 started out fine enough. I headed to the bank to cash our Social Security check, where despite not having an account, I was able to thanks to a loan we had apparently taken out the month prior. I returned home with our $726 (minus paying back the loan) to give to Yomelda, who used our last bus pass to head across town to buy more bus passes. She was able to squeak in a trip to buy groceries before the whistle blew signifying the end of week 1.

Week 2 would be a wake-up call. It started normally; we split up our meager pile of dollars and bus tickets and headed out to complete our weekly tasks. After Yomelda bought the groceries for the week (skimping on them for the first time, thanks to our hefty mortgage and utility payments due that week), she met me at the health clinic for our appointments. Keeping in character, several wistful references to Mother Russia may have been uttered.

The nurse ran through our lengthy list of ailments and prescribed the necessary treatments, periodic blood glucose level tests for Yomelda and an ER trip for me if my lungs start acting up. The ER --welcome to life on Medicare and a fixed income. Without Medicare, however, there is absolutely no way we would have survived the month with enough money for even the barest necessities. (The simulation certainly put a different spin on the seemingly constant debates over the social safety net and entitlement programs.)

To add insult to injury, we returned home to find most of our possessions had been stolen, including a television, cell phone, jewelry, and furniture. Even with our free medicine and various senior discounts prolonging our financial solvency, there’s no way we could afford to replace any of them. A police officer roamed the room during the simulation, but, true to form, she seemed unwilling to provide much assistance.

Weeks 3 and 4 played out similarly. A trip to the food pantry netted a three day supply of food to supplement our dwindling grocery budget. I can only hope Yuri and Yomelda have a community center or bingo hall within walking distance, because they certainly have no money for entertainment. With their phone and computer gone as well, their options for social interaction and stimuli seem bleak.

This impactful simulation was just that - a simulation. It's hard to imagine living your life full-time in such a way, but that is the sad reality for tens of millions of Americans. After the 'month-long' simulation, some of the administrators from Access shared some of their personal stories and experiences with poverty. One woman spoke of a divorce and a failed business and before she knew it, she and her kids were homeless and slipping into a cycle of depression and substance abuse.

Poverty truly can happen to anyone, and in trying economic times, it's not as uncommon or as far away as you might think -- a reality which makes organizations like Access and the awareness they bring all the more important.

Saturday, June 28, 2014

World Cup

To say I've been enjoying the World Cup so far would be an understatement. My only complaint is the games are too tightly scheduled together. Who has 7-8 hours per day to watch soccer? I wish, but sadly a few other things have remained on my schedule this month besides just watching the action from Brazil.

The world's biggest sporting event has seen an amazing mix of upset wins (Netherlands over Spain!), thrilling goals (John Brooks of the US vs. Ghana!), and upstart countries poised to make historic runs to the final 16 (Who had Chile, Costa Rica, and Algeria in their WC brackets??). The goal-scoring pace, is the highest since 1970 and over a goal/game higher than the 2010 Cup. Maybe it's the design of adidas' groundbreaking Brazuca ball, a more aerodynamic ball with only six patches and internal stitching, or maybe it's the laid-back Brazilian culture and the way they've mastered o joga bonito, 'the beautiful game', that's inspired such entertaining play. Whatever it is, it's been a joy to watch. The coolest part is seeing 32 countries from all over the globe, each with their own culture, style of play, even hairstyles, match up on an even playing field and duke it out for soccer supremacy. 

Here's my favorite goal so far, frame-by-frame:











USA plays next on Tuesday, July 1st, at 4pm.


Sunday, June 1, 2014

Sir Richard Branson at the Economics Club

Sir Richard Branson, of Virgin Records, Airlines, Galatic, Mobile, etc. fame, spoke at the Economics Club Annual Dinner last week, and proved there's more to him than a luxurious mane and a flashy lifestyle. In a wide-ranging conversation, he spelled out an inspiring worldview that has enabled him to not only become uber successful, but to share his success and inspire others to join him in making the world a better place. 

He is dyslexic, which if you read Malcolm Gladwell's latest book you'd be convinced is not so much a hindrance as a surmountable obstacle that bestows upon its sufferers useful traits, like an ability to work hard, negotiate and think outside the box. By struggling to read and understand what was going on in school, he didn't achieve the sort of success early on you might have expected from someone of his stature.

He grew up with a very strict mother and a slightly easier father; at age 15, he convinced them to let him drop out of school to start a magazine. This would be the first of over 400 companies he's started during his life. A funny story he told was years after he left school, and had made a little money, the headmaster came calling for a donation, in the hopes of building a new girls dormitory. Not having enjoyed his time at the school very much, Branson said he'd only give if he could name the dorm after his company. (Virgin, for the slow ones.) Needless to say, the headmaster stopped calling. 

The magazine taught him the art of survival and from there he was off. His airline was started almost on a lark - needing to get somewhere quickly (I think he said he had to meet a beautiful woman somewhere outside of driving distance), his only hope was to charter a private plane, which at the time he could barely afford to do. He set up a sign in the airport selling seats on his chartered ride for $29, and sold them all in almost no time. His interest piqued, he called up Boeing to inquire about how to buy a used 747, and Virgin Airlines was born. 

He battled the incumbent British Airways incessantly, leading to this epic stunt:

I was woken up at 5.30am one morning to be told that the BA-sponsored London Eye had a technical problem - they couldn't erect it.They had the world's press waiting to see it going up and I knew we had a duty to give them something to look at. We had an airship company just outside London so we scrambled a blimp and the end result was an airship flying over the wheel bearing the slogan 'BA Can't Get It Up'!!


His business philosophies are refreshing. His entire goal in any business endeavor he starts or joins is to make his customers lives better, and at the end of the day to be proud of his products. He's heavily philanthropic and noted that business leaders can and should do more to tackle the problems of the world. After all, personal freedom comes from economic freedom. He talked a lot about the importance of resolving conflicts before they escalate out of control and into lose-lose situations for all of the parties involved. He was actually part of an envoy set to visit Saddam Hussein to encourage him to acquiesce and cooperate on the verge of the US invasion in 2003. Sadly, that meeting was just a few days late - the bombing started the day before they were set to fly in. 

It's not hard to see why he's so successful. He leads from a position of warmth and openness - he espouses the virtues of praising his employees and celebrating their successes rather than becoming angry at their failures. Clearly, with the wide array of ventures he's got going at any one time, he needs to be a good delegator and surround himself with good people. 

You may have heard about his space travel company, called Virgin Galatic. That might be the last frontier he has yet to conquer - and you can join him too! (for the low, low price of $250,000.)

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Very Good News - A SCI Breakthrough

From the PBS article, "Paralyzed patients successfully move legs after breakthrough treatment":
A major breakthrough was reported in neuroscience research this week. Four paraplegic patients who participated in a study were able to voluntarily move their legs again after repeated epidural electrical stimulation of their spinal cords....
The three new patients in this most recent study had all suffered a complete spinal cord injury and were paralyzed for years. Yet they were able to move their legs immediately following the implantation and activation of the stimulator.

So...that is tremendous news. Especially the part about the patients having complete and chronic injuries, which I have. A complete injury means there is a total loss of sensory and motor function below the level of injury; in short, it sucks. At the gym while walking on the treadmill or doing squats, I often will get a tingling or burning sensation in the muscles I am working on, which I have equated to a sort of 'new normal' of sensory function. But a lack of regular sensation persists, and requires constant vigilance in monitoring my skin for redness, shears, or scrapes. Even a slight ability to feel discomfort or an abnormality would come in handy.

I use electrical stimulation at the gym too, like they do in this study: on my quads while doing squats to get the muscles to fire at the right time, on my abs while doing planks, and sometimes on my lower back to help better my sitting posture on the edge of the mat table. This would be about the only time a lack of sensation is a good thing - I imagine that jolt of electricity would be rather uncomfortable on skin that worked right.


From an article in Fast Company:
All four patients have gained back movement of their toes, knees, whole legs, ankles, and trunk to varying degrees when the stimulator--which mimics signals that the brain usually sends to the spinal cord to initiate movement--is turned on. And over time, with training, they've been able to gain back more movement with less stimulation, showing that the spinal cord can improve nerve function.  
"The concept is that the brain sends a simple straightforward signal, the spinal cord responds, and it has complex signals that execute the details of the movement," explains Dr. Susan Harkema, a professor at University of Louisville and the director University of Louisville’s Kentucky Spinal Cord Injury Research Center (KSCIRC). "That's why when we turn the stimulator on, there's a tiny residual signal that comes from the brain, which must be pretty minimal. It certainly must be very, very small and it can't be complex because there's not much remaining. If you can optimize the spinal cord, it can respond even to that faint signal."
Proving that it's not necessary for the nerve endings in the spinal cord to regenerate for function to improve is huge (although research is being done on getting nerve ending to regrow too. Beggars can't be choosers - as long as someone figures it out!). It's kind of like having a Google Maps route plotted out, than having that course interrupted by traffic or an accident. Training your nerves to send signals down a new route, assuming that there's at least a little bit of spinal cord there to transmit it, is the GPS recalculating the next best route. Assuming your GPS works right, of course - if not, you're screwed. After all, there is more than just one way to get where you need to be.




Former Tulane safety Devon Walker was paralyzed from the neck down after a collision with a teammate during a 2012 football game against Tulsa. But it never stopped him from becoming the Green Wave's inspirational leader the past two seasons. 
And it didn't stop Walker from realizing his dream of signing an NFL contract, either.
The New Orleans Saints surprised Walker by signing him to an official contract Saturday -- just hours before Walker realized another dream by graduating from college.
I love it. The more attention stories like this get, the better.

Monday, May 12, 2014

A Dispatch from the Music City

Nashville certainly lived up to its lofty reputation when we were there last weekend. Even our nondescript Holiday Inn boasted of having live music in their bar every night of the week. I'm skeptical the next Keith Urban will be discovered in a bland hotel bar amidst the multitude of honky tonks lining the downtown drag, but who knows. Even our waitress who claimed to have moved down from Washington State just three months prior had already acquired a Tennessee drawl. Must be something in the water. Hopefully it's not in the beer or bourbon because then yours truly might start droppin' my g's and sprinkling in y'all to otherwise respectable conversations.

Our first full day there, while our gracious hosts Megan and Garrett were at their day jobs, we toured a Civil War battle site in nearby Franklin. The Battle of Franklin, one of the bloodiest battles of the Civil War, took place in a local family's backyard, the McGavock's, with their two story farmhouse serving as an impromptu field hospital. They called their farm Carnton. In their native Gaelic, a cairn is a funeral pyre. Little did they know that thirty years after settling that land, their modest acreage would be the final resting place for over a thousand Union and Confederate soldiers.

Out on the town with Megan and Garrett
In fact, the upstairs rooms in the still-standing farm house have blood stains in the wood floor after having served as an impromptu operating room during and after the battle. Our tour guide, whose "great granddaddy" was one of the seven doctors working that day (for the Confederates, I might add, which perhaps shaded his recounting of the battle), noted that the blood stains formed a sort of semi-circle as it pooled around the floor length aprons of the surgeons. To our surprise, the medical techniques of the day were not as primitive as we suspected, with morphine and small doses of chloroform to use for anesthesia during operations. Still, visiting the site of such brutal and ultimately needless bloodshed was a very impactful experience.

Later that day, we rejoined our hosts and headed to dinner at Pinewood Social. A restaurant/bowling alley/mothership for hipsters, we dined, bowled and made general merriment until the wee hours. Rumor has it the merriment may have been deemed excessive by management while we waited for our Ethiopian cab driver Coco to arrive to ferry us back home. That would explain the lack of drinks for the last, slightly hazy portion of our evening. Case in point: an unnamed member of the group attempted to pay for dinner with her driver's license. Ignorance or guile? We'll never know.

Clean up, aisle My Head
Saturday morning brought blue skies, warmer temps, and muddled memories. To add insult to a mild headache, upon arriving at Megan and Garrett's for a delicious brunch, a rogue robin promptly shat upon my head. Luckily the day improved markedly from there: (subpar) live music at a festival in Centennial Park, across the street from our hotel; (great) live music (at Honky Tonk Central); delicious food (at Rolf & Daughters); to-die-for ice cream (at Jeni's); and a delightfully uncomfortable game of Cards Against Humanity (a game that describes itself as being as "despicable and awkward as you and your friends". Right up our alley!).

With the Sunday sun brought the daunting drive back north. In a stroke of genius, we decided to bisect our trip with a pit stop on the Bourbon Trail. Among the nine distillery options on the Trail, Jim Beam is the closest to the highway and thus served as our mental health break before facing the long slog that is Indiana. (Seriously, in terms of scenery quotient, Kentucky>>>Indiana.) They give out free samples! It was amazing. I don't see Allegiant Airlines handing out free booze anytime soon - they made me pay for a Coke! So put that at the top of the (very short) list of reasons driving anywhere in this region of the country is even a marginally good idea.

Seriously though, it was a great trip. Nashville is a fun city I wouldn't mind visiting again - as long as there are great friends and free drinks.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Kevin Durant, a True MVP



Maybe you've seen this or heard about it, but I think it's too unique and heartfelt not to double-check. Kevin Durant, basketball superstar of the Oklahoma City Thunder, won the MVP award for the 2014 season last week, and gave an acceptance speech to match, displaying a humility and grace as effortless as one of his cross-over dribbles or step-back three-pointers. He credited each of his teammates by name, and saved his most poignant thoughts for his mother, who raised him and his brother in abject poverty as a single mom in Washington DC.

Well done KD - you've shown what it takes to be an MVP, and more importantly, a man.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

A Dispatch from Dallas: Final Four Edition

Well, consider that line item crossed off the Bucket List - although, after that experience, a new line item might have to be added: "Attend every Final Four". The fact that the three games were held in AT&T Stadium (aka JerryWorld, home of the Dallas Cowboys, and the site of a previous Dallas trip to witness Michigan get shellacked by Alabama) only made the trip more grandiose.

When they say everything is bigger in Texas, they aren't lying. The video-replay screens (40 yards wide!). The VIP special guests (see photo below). The egos (see Jerry Jones-related comment above). The steaks (and the bills, although on that I can luckily only assume).

Amongst the trees: me with Artis Gilmore and Bill Walton

It's probably easier to list who wasn't there than to go through all the celebrities and sports-world dignitaries who were. Nestled snugly between an endless build-up of NFL Draft hype and the revered and stately launch of Masters Week, the Final Four is the center of the sports universe for a three-day bacchanal of excitement, drama, last second three-pointers, and heartbreaking near-misses.

The media were there: Mike Lupica, John Feinstein, Kenny Smith, Bonnie Bernstein, Rachel Nichols, Jim Nantz, Doug Gottlieb, Jay Bilas and Dan Shulman all strode past us at one point.

Basketball dignitaries were also in the house: coaches being honored were Tubby Smith, Roy Williams, Jim Larranaga, and Jim Calhoun, while former Michigan coach Bill Freider was just wandering around aimlessly; players being honored included Grant Hill, Alonzo Mourning, and several other, anonymous ones (yes, there are famous sports figures even I don't recognize!); NBA legends glad-handing in the VIP section (which led to such surreal experiences as a giant presence looming over my shoulder and in a deep voice insisting I take a picture with him. I turned around to see Bill Walton sitting down next to me. I meekly told him I enjoyed his broadcasting, which was literally the first thing to come to my mind, and he retorted that I might be the only one who does. He then chased down fellow Hall of Famer Artis Gilmore to join the two of us in a photo. As we were leaving the VIP to navigate our way back to our seats across the stadium, another large man flagged me down and insisted I take a photo with him. He turned out to be Hall of Famer Moses Malone. Like I said, surreal.)

Moses Malone

Other celebrities in attendance: Kentucky super-fan and extremely famous rapper Drake was sitting approximately 15 feet from us. Phil Knight, the founder of Nike, was also right there in the Kentucky section. Marcus Camby, who played for Kentucky coach John Calipari at UMass in the mid-90s, was sitting right behind us, looking about 40 pounds heavier than his playing days...which ended last year. Other former Calipari mercenaries, er, players were there - John Wall, Anthony Davis. The UConn section featured Ray Allen and Rip Hamilton. On the big screen they showed Johnny Manzeil, who elicited a chorus of boos, and Bill Clinton sitting next to George W. Bush in a luxury suite, which elicited a chorus of cheers. Sitting in front of Clinton and Dubya was Cowboys quarterback Tony Romo; amateur lip-reading determined that Clinton quipped, "They're clapping for you, Tony", when that motley trio was on the forty-yard wide screen. A welcome change, I'm sure, for Mr. Romo, after the last few Cowboys seasons.

Did I mention we sat court-side?

Nice seats!

The entire experience was supremely memorable. My lone gripe - c'mon, Michigan! Don't lose the game before! I want it to be maize and blue confetti next time I'm lucky enough to attend.

Phil Knight...could I get some free Nikes?


Court-side


What up Grant!


Drake in the building



Congrats to UConn, my adopted team for the weekend and 2014 National Champions




Sunday, April 20, 2014

Richard Leakey at the World Affairs Council of West Michigan

Richard Leakey, the Kenyan paleoanthropologist, conservationist and politician, gave an engaging, hour-long lecture Wednesday night at Aquinas College. Leakey, who along with his archaeologist parents Louis and Mary Leakey was selected as one of Time Magazine's 100 Most Influential People of the 20th Century, was the guest of the World Affairs Council of West Michigan, and the much anticipated presentation did not disappoint.

Leakey's talk focused on a similar topic as his seminal 1995 book The Sixth Extinction: Patterns of Life and the Future of Humankind: Earth has had five major extinctions in its existence, and is currently in the midst of its sixth thanks in large part to man-made environmental degradation and climate change. He defined an extinction as at least 80% of plant and animal species ceasing to exist; at the rate it is occurring now, a unique species dies out every 20 minutes. Climate and environmental changes are happening faster than their inhabitants can evolve, making it impossible for some to survive.

Regardless of the inherent and controversial politics of the topic, by using a potent mix of scientific fact and emotional appeals to the packed house's common sense and decency, Leakey made a compelling argument. He told the story of a pride of lions that experienced a huge decline in numbers, a die-off that was eventually linked to a pesticide working its way from crops to smaller animals to the lions. It turns out that that particular pesticide had previously been banned in North America and Europe, but with laxer regulations in Africa, the manufacturer was able to sell it there. Only when the infected meat of chickens and ducks started showing up in village markets and killing people did the government eventually act to ban it. But wouldn't you know it, that exact same pesticide is now back in Kenya, only under a different brand name. Mitt Romney would say corporations are people, but in this specific instance, those people don't seem very nice.

Turkana Boy, the most complete early human
skeleton ever found, was discovered by Leakey's
team in 1984. It is 1.5 million years old.
He joked that he is comforted by his own mortality, because he won't have to deal with these huge problems the world face. Another example - he explained how one hundred years ago, the amount of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere hovered around 250-280 parts per million; now, in 2014, that number is around 400 parts per million. At 450 parts per million, the wheat crops growing in our fields, the basis of most diets around the world, will begin to suffer a precipitous decline in its nutrition and caloric value. So we've got that going for us...which is nice.

He was quick to add that it's not too late to reverse this trend, but that it will require a combination of strong leadership at the top of government and a democratic, grass roots-led movement to demand tougher, smarter decisions from our elected officials. So far, we have neither. And with the third-world undergoing their own industrial revolutions, on an even quicker scale, these emissions stand to increase even more without some sort of drastic action. 

An audience member asked him during the Q&A if the great asteroid that struck down in the Yucatan 65 million years ago, wiping out the dinosaurs with its resulting changes in climate and environment, was an analog for the situation we find ourselves in today. Leakey replied that the analogy only worked if you consider the human race an asteroid with no means of changing its collision course. Our crash landing is not inevitable, even as it grows more and more likely.

He shared one last example of the negative effects of these environmental changes. Malaria, even with everything we know about it and the strides we've taken to eradicate it, is spreading across the Atlantic into the equatorial areas of South America. The high altitude areas there, which used to get cold enough to kill off mosquitoes, now serve as an ideal breeding ground during the rainy season. 

Leakey's advocacy hasn't come without a price. As he ambled up to the podium Wednesday night, I noticed he had an odd gait, kind of rocking back and forth as he walked forward. In 1993, a plane he was piloting crashed, crushing his lower legs beneath him and requiring their amputation. Foul play has long been suspected, but never proven. Undeterred, Leakey goes on sharing his message, trying to get the world to wake up before it's too late.

Monday, April 14, 2014

A Dispatch from the Desert

In the middle of March, we escaped the never-ending Michigan winter, fleeing south for a much-needed week in Tucson, also known as The Land with No Grass. Although there are many bikers. And at least one bear. I'll explain.


At the Desert Museum.


The first thing you notice when you touch ground in the desert is that it is flat. We're talking see-your-destination-when-you're-still-60-miles-away kind of flat. It's very disorienting. We emerged from the Mesa airport (yes, the Mesa airport - apparently discount airliner Allegiant, which charges $2.00 for a can of Coke (credit only!!!!!) isn't bourgeoisie enough to fly into the highfalutin Phoenix airport) into the sunshine we had nearly lost faith actually existed, jumped on the highway and headed south. But to the right and left of us weren't trees or hedges or subdivisions; geez, even a curve in the road would've been a welcome relief. Nope: in Arizona there's no mystery. You can see exactly where you're going, making your destination seem so tantalizingly close when it's really no closer than it was when you last looked 10 seconds ago. It's the ultimate buzzkill. As they say, a watched pot never boils. But even the person who said that has never driven sixty miles in a perfectly straight line behind a car of retirees from Milwaukee with only misshapen cacti for entertainment.

At least we could listen to March Madness on the radio. That was the theme of the first four days of the trip, Thursday thru Sunday: non-stop hoops. With the occasional Fox News program thrown in for educational purposes (Fair and Balanced!). But after dissecting every possible lead and theory related to Malaysian Flight 370 ad nauseum, mercifully it was back to basketball. Both Michigan and Arizona won their two games of the tournament, ensuring pleasant moods for the balance of the trip, although the Geezer Squeezer's beloved Oklahoma State Cowboys dropped their second round tilt to the plucky Gonzaga Bulldogs. (Sorry Thelma!)

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If I may make one suggestion: don't travel directly from a wintry hellscape to the sunniest place on Earth without packing some industrial strength suntan lotion, and then, when presented with the available suntan lotion options, turn them down in order to "get some color". Upon arriving back in said wintry hellscape, you will acquire the nastiest, itchiest case of sun poisoning the world has ever known, requiring gallons upon gallons of Cortizone. This happened to a guy I know. What a dumbass.

Don't worry: this bear is dead.

On two occasions we braved the disorienting Tucson streets for excursions, the first a winding jaunt up the Santa Catalina Mountains to the top of Mount Lemmon, the second a trip across town to the Desert Museum, which is basically a zoo. But a fun one!


But first we stopped for the best fast food in the land, In-N-Out.

The scenic drive to the top of Mount Lemmon took us from around 2500 feet up to nearly 9000 over the course of thirty minutes of switchbacks, roller-coaster worthy inclines and declines, and intrepid bikers who were in the mood for some serious cardio. Every thousand feet or so we would enter a new ecological band, starting with the majestic saguaro cacti and continuing into small and large conifers and what seemed like never-ending varieties of shrubbery. My favorite road sign came just after the 8000 ft. mark, and indicated an alternate route of descending the mountain: "Caution: Primitive Road Ahead". Not wanting to put our acrophobic (look it up) driver (my dad) or our rickety rented Dodge Caravan (no power doors or windows? C'mon - this is 'Merica!) through what the swashbuckling locals would deem to be primitive road conditions, we decided to descend via the civilized route. 

Our adventure to the Desert Museum involved much smaller changes in elevation, but similar amounts of gawking at the scenery. The saguaros in Saguaro National Park line up like soldiers marching up and done the various ridges and hills, making the smaller, rounder, fuzzier prickly pear and teddy bear cholla cacti...the soldier's dogs? We experienced the flora of Arizona up close and personal during a "short cut" we took through the park, a seven mile long slice of hell Google erroneously convinced us was a good idea. Fifteen miles per hour on a gravel rumble strip can darken even the brightest of desert suns. Those German tourists who said we were almost there when we most certainly were not did not help matters. Danka schoen, Rolf and Helga!

Looking on the bright side, our interminable journey through the national park felt almost nostalgic, like a cowboy experiencing the wild Sonoran desert in its original state. Until of course we arrived at the museum and emerged into a crowd of yelling schoolchildren. That broke the illusion pretty quickly.

Our trip back to The House on the Hill (aka Thelma's Palace) was less eventful and thankfully more direct. (When told by our navigator that she had everything under control, I should have dropped a classic Geezer line: "That's deja poo." (Translation: Shit I've heard before.)) The ride home offered even better vistas of the thousands of saguaros lined up in formation, and the frustrations of the heat, the circuitous route, and the clueless Germans melted away as we headed back across town toward the mountains.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

The Oscar's are Tonight!

This will remind you of some crucial scenes in the best movies of the year, in a slightly cuter way than the original:



I think 12 Years A Slave will take home the big prize, with Cate Blanchett and Matthew McConaughey taking the major acting awards. What was your favorite movie of the year?

Friday, February 21, 2014

Heartwarming Story About A Boy and His Dog



This is pretty touching. Eight-year-old Owen Hopkins has Schwartz-Jamel syndrome, an extremely rare disorder that causes his muscles to constantly be tense and flexed. Ignoring the silver lining of such impressive biceps for an eight year old, his condition is debilitating, painful, and has resulted in an understandable lack of comfortableness in public. Enter Haatchi, a three-legged dog Owen's parents fell in love with and adopted.

It never, ever gets old seeing the remarkable bonds that can develop between humans and animals, especially dogs. Cats always seem like they're plotting our assassination, but dogs will be your friend until the end of time for seemingly no reason at all.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

An Afternoon (Ok, More Like an Hour) with Gen. David Petraeus

On Friday January 31st, I had the pleasure of attending the World Affairs Council of West Michigan’s 64th Anniversary lunch, where the guest of honor was General David Petraeus. (Here is MLive's recap of the event.) Petraeus, not undeservedly, is filling his financial coffers after concluding a distinguished career in public service last year (no, the reason for the abrupt end to said distinguished career didn't come up) by jet-setting around the globe, consulting and giving talks much like this one. I doubt he was thrilled to trek up to Grand Rapids after a few days spent in sunny Abu Dhabi, but hey, tough stuff. Army Strong, right?

His remarks, formatted as a conversation with Dr. Lori Murray, the Distinguished Chair for National Security at the US Naval Academy and former chair of the World Affairs Councils of America, were free-flowing but centered around six crucial issues facing the national security of the United States today: cybersecurity, energy, education, the US’ economic competitiveness, the Middle East, and, last but not least, dysfunction in Washington.

The most encouraging thing he said during his remarks was that he thinks the world is on the cusp of a sustained period of American excellence, what he termed a 'North American decade'. Thanks to innovations in energy technology, in which the US far outpaces the rest of the world, we are now a net exporter of energy for the first time in decades. Fracking technology, of which he displayed a deep, technical knowledge and deemed 'able to be done safely' (though there are skeptics), has made natural gas once thought unreachable able to be easily extracted. This and increased drilling elsewhere places the US on the precipice of what he calls 'the single biggest development in geopolitics in decades'.

This wouldn't totally insulate the US from market interruptions thanks to Middle East unrest or Venezuelan craziness, but would certainly allow more flexibility and a more hands-off approach to the Middle East. With the basic functioning of our economy not beholden to the whims of, ahem, let's call them 'unstable' regimes, suddenly freed up are a lot of time and resources to be redirected domestically. What a concept. (In the middle of his piece in the latest TIME magazine on the wily Hamid Karzai, Fareed Zakaria points out that, in 2009, the US military was pumping $4 billion per month into Afghanistan. For comparison, the entire GDP of Afghanistan, after taking out foreign aid and the production of opium and subsequent export of heroin, is a paltry $1 billion. Per year. Kudos.)

The lone pause in the conversation came when one intrepid audience member, who we would soon find out was born and bred in West Michigan before attending Calvin College (she informed us, yelling loudly), began heckling Petraeus, calling him ‘a war criminal’ and ‘guilty of slaughtering innocent Iraqis’. He paused long enough for her to be escorted out, and continued as if nothing had happened. Apparently, after a lifetime of dodging IEDs and suicide bombers, a crazed 20-something in the Bible Belt is not so bad.

He was an impressive speaker, with a fluid grasp of an extremely wide array of topics. It will be interesting to see what he does now in civilian life, because from the level of expertise he had retained on what seemed like every relevant topic out there, he won't be on the sidelines for too long.