Friday night – fell

(sorry folks.. my blog post got ‘eaten’ three times last night… here’s what I was trying to say)

Been at the Vermont Open Data Hackathon all evening which was such a great scene.. back there tomorrow… I’ll describe it for you then !.

 

Here was the other big news for the day.. remember that beaver-eaten tree that Diane showed me on Thursday ? ..


Well.. This (Friday) morning, Diane called me outside…to see what had happened in the night.. Pretty cool, no ?

 



Too late to type – ipad lost my post 3 times.. arggg..
Nite all, nite sam
-me

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Thursday night – timber

Long hard day of work.. was just wrapping up when Diane called me outside.. she wanted me to see something.. .. but she wanted it to be a surprise.. She walked us (dogs too) across into the field across the street to where the field hist the river.. This is what she wanted to show me.. .. she wanted to make sure I saw it .. because one more night of gnawing and this might topple over. We’ve had beavers here for years.. but I don’t ever recall seeing them this close to finishing off such big tree. The chewing was fresh today.. it’s so amazing to watch this happen.. even more amazing to wonder what they will do when they bring down a tree that weighs several tons. How do they do it without talking.. how do they do it without getting smooshed ?

the area is covered with fresh stumps.. they must be reading their den for winter.

it was nice being outside.. I hadn’t been out since my run early this am.. there are still a few leaves turning up on the hill.. the house looked cool in front of them.

ok.. gotta go do some recreational programming to relax..

nite all, nite sam

-me

 

Wednesday night – make my day

Very good day, I had a pretty full day work wise, but also made time to go to a kick off ceremony for the Vermont Open Data Hackathon that my friend Tim at My Web Grocer  is leading this weekend. Governor Shumlin kicked it off for us. it made me feel really good to hear our state’s Gov talking about the high tech job growth in Vermont and saying the words ‘open data hackathon’ .. In a very strange way .. this all grew out of something I’m doing as part of my day job at work..  The  idea is that teams will spend 24 hours creating apps for the state of Vermont from the states open data resources..

 

Anyway.. the real fun starts on Friday night .. 24 hours of open data hacking fun.. I’ll keep you posted from then

 

Then .. back to work.. at 7 i was back on stage curating the High Voltage meetup for the Vermont Makers .

I had coordinated a bunch of High voltage hobbyists to come show a crowd of about 70 folks the ins and outs of the high voltage hobby ..It a great hobby.. it extends from simple experiments of rubbing your feet on the carpet to huge deadly sparks.. whats not to like in that. Makers Scott, Chuck, Dave H, Richard, Dave H (the Uvm) one , Erc and myself did a sequence of experiments from friction machines, to influence machines, induction machines and pulsed power.. lots of sparks a few shocks,, a and really good fun.


the finale was David H’s can crusher.. sounded like a rifle shot.. and here’s the poor can that was the target

I just love this whole maker mindset that would have me at a hackathon kickoff at lunch and a maker meeting at night.. this is the world I want to be in !

 

nite all, nite sam

-me

 

Tuesday night – counting on Jim

A few weeks ago you all heard that my good friend Jim was ina bad car wreck.. and was in a coma. He spent several weeks in and out of the coma…Last I reported here he could recognize people but not speak. He wasn’t able to do anything when I went and visited him a few weeks back.. Since then . Jim has improved steadily. He’s in a rehabilitation center just outside of NYC now.. I got a letter from my good friend Bill last night that really made me feel hopeful. Jim is up and able to move around a little in a wheel chair. he recognizes people and can say heir names. He can read words put in from of him too!.. The most interesting thing is.. he counts… constantly I’m told..

Here’s the way Bill tells the story:

 

.. Jim recognized me when I walked in, saying “Bill”, and even did his best to introduce me
to the nurse sitting with him by taking my hand and her hand and putting them together.
He started really fidgeting around quite a bit in his wheelchair, (where he spends much of his time seat belted in),
as though he wanted to get up, and then his deliberate counting continued: “17, 18, 19, 20,…”

The nurse encouraged him to talk to me more, but it was mostly anxious fidgeting and counting, “35, 36, 37, 38,…”
She decided to let me take him for a stroll around the wing in the wheelchair which definitely calmed the fidgeting.
The change of scenery was what he wanted/needed, but the counting still proceeded, “7, 8, 9, 10…”

We tried to change the topic to colors.  “Jim what color shirt am I wearing?”  “20, orange, 21, 22, 23…”
“What color shirt are you wearing?”   “28, blue, 29, 30…”  and he waved me off, seemingly annoyed that my
simple questions were breaking his concentration over his counting.  (By the way, his answers were correct,
and his numbers and words were fairly clear and easy to understand during all of this.)
However, when you were able to break him off the counting for longer periods, his words would become
more difficult to understand and disjointed.

Then I went after the alphabet with him, which he fairly successfully recited a couple of times,
but then it was back to the numbers, as there are many more of them to explore than letters…
More simple questions:  “Your dog is so friendly, can you tell me his name?”  “44, Charlie, 45, 46,…”
“What street do you live on?”  “420, Oxford, 422, 424,…”
But again, these trivial questions weren’t of interest to him and he would only quickly slip these
short answers in between his streams of numbers.

The nurse left me to continue my laps around the 4th floor wings with Jim alone.

I began to realize that maybe Jim was deliberately using the counting as a tool to maintain a continuous
stream of thought.  He could count for long continuous strings of numbers, but sentences without numbers
could only go for a few words before they became jumbled, mumbled and disjointed.
…OK, no more simple questions, just regular conversation, and don’t get distracted by his counting…
(or sometimes just count right along with him…)

“Jim, I came here from my daughters’ volleyball game in Cold Spring tonight.”
“Nice.”
“Which one?”
“Both, Katie and Julia.”
“What grades?”
“Katie is in 11th.”
“What grade Julia?”
“Julia is in 9th.”
“Wow.”
…and back to the counting….

We had some more limited success with this and then Jim started to ease up a bit on the counting and
started trying to read some of the things on the walls of the hallways.  His reading is actually pretty good,
and relatively easy to understand.  Again, I think focusing on a number of written words in a row helps him
to keep his stream of thought going and he’s able to do it without jumbling his speech vs. a full conversation.

So as we did our hallway “laps”, we’d read some of the things on the doors and walls along the way.
Sometimes I’d just read them aloud as we went by, if Jim wasn’t up to it.
Along the therapy wing hallway loop there were also these solid Red 1970’s vintage phones on the walls.
So, along the loop, I’d be calling out:

“Speech Therapy…”
“Housekeeping Closet…”
“Bat Phone…”
“Laundry Chute…”
“Equipment Room…”
“Elevators…”
“Bat Phone…”
“Training Classroom…”
“Dining Room….”

…and on around the loop for a 2nd lap…

But this time Jim stopped the wheelchair just after the Elevators and rolled it over to the red phone there.
Before I could stop him, he reached out, pulled the corded handset to his ear and said “Batman?” into the phone.

 

It’s so cool to hear him making this progress.. it’s also very cool to hear how the brain works in such strange ways..   This al ounds like good news to me…

 

OK.. I gotta sleep..

 

OH.. don’t forget.. I’m helping run a maker  meetup  on the High Voltage hobby tomorrow at 7PM at Alumni Hall of Champlain College.. you can read about it here.   Come whatch us ZAP ourselves !

nte all, nite sam

-me