Monday, December 24, 2007

The Eve of Christmas Eve

In exhibit A at the left you can see Olivia doing her best Zack de la Rocha impersonation and giving a 'power to the people' fist in the air, and you can also see Dizzle's enthusiasm as well.

In Exhibit B, Daisy and Olivia are having a contest to see who's longer. Daisy still wins. For now.

Elf? Sailor? Colorful Inmate? Regardless, a cute little peach.

On a random side note, since Cory does a great job of doing movie and game reviews I am going to just give a shout out to the few recents I have seen, and will highly recommend both of these to Cory and Chad as well. For my other readers, for example, mom, I would say not so much.

Movie #1: A Boy and His Dog- A 1975 film that developed a little cult following. I had heard of it, but never watched it until Netflix recommended it to me by my selections. At times a little sophmoric, but it's set in a post-apocalyptic world, and the ending is charming.

Movie #2: The City of God- 8.8 on IMDB, that is tough to beat. Other than subtitles, no qualms from me. Gangs, drugs, revenge, struggle between right and wrong in a different way. Gotta watch it.

Also, after years of Chad hinting at me to read Dune, I just finished it. It was my favorite sci-fi book I have ever read, edging out Ender's Game. I am hooked and want more of Paul Atreides and the Fremen people of Arrakis.
Once again, Merry Christmas, I hope you all have safe travels and good eats.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Merry Christmas!!!

I need to get a few new pics of Olivia and get a firewire PCI card so I can get my movies of Olivia on the computer. In the meantime I wanted to say Merry Christmas. Cory has a post that he mentions one of my favorite holiday shows, Rudolph. I still like it, and we even had an interesting discussion the other night in the ER, mainly about Hermie.

I am pretty sure most people our age know that Hermie, the toy maker turned independent dentist elf was unique. What most people don't know is that Yukon and Hermie moved to the Netherlands after the shooting of the film, and have lived there together unoficially betrothed to one another since. Hermie fulfilled his dream of dental work, mostly catering to the red light district, and Yukon opened a jewelry store, aptly titled, 'Yukon's Silver and Gold'

He recently had Pharell do a promo for him. You can view it here.

Merry Christmas to all of you and your families!

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

The First of Olivia's Christmas Gear

Olivia got dressed up in a little Christmas dress for a pic or two. Don't worry Mom and Dad, you will see her in the Santa outfit too. I really liked this picture of her, though it got vetoed for the Christmas card by Nicole. I think it is one of the best pics I have taken of her, minus the left foot movement. I think the lighting is good, and she is a peach in that outfit by the tree.
Anyway, she is doing much better now that we got her milk allergy figured out and put her on a special formula. She inherited that from her dad. We had to take her to a Peds GI specialist in Omaha and he put her on Neocate, hella expensive, but works, and now we have a happy baby. In Omaha last week we stopped by Von Maur, were there about an hour, and walked out of the store moments before the shooting started. Surreal moment, and lots of what ifs run through your head.
Ok, I have to get up in 3 hours for an ER shift, and I need a wee bit o sleep. I have to show you, and proudly so, why sleep will be uncomfortable and I will be walking around like an old man tomorrow....

Wednesday, December 05, 2007


Since moving to Sioux City, I have heard this phrase often on the other end of the line in the ER, "Dr. Brownell, transfer call from Winnebago, 96"... I pick up and accept whatever patient needs to head our way from the small Indian Reservation just south of Sioux City. I hear they have a brand new hospital, yet they transfer everything to us, which is great for us, but I wonder why? I meet many of the Winnebago tribe in our ER and begin to learn bits and pieces of what they are like, at least the ones who come to the ER, and what is going on in this little land of its own.

I decided to find out a little more. Yesterday morning I found myself at a 630 am mass at the St. Augustine Indian Mission. There were 6 of us in attendance, 4 nuns, one Winnebago Indian who was very nice, and me. After mass, I met up with Father Dave, and had coffee at the rectory, where I met the Priest's dog Duncan, and was slightly surprised at his array of hunting gets, including turkey and deer with his bow. Not your everyday Priest.

In a short hour and a half, with a tour of the St Augustine Indian Mission, school and town I was astonished at some of the things I learned. How dependent the reservations had made the Native American people, a truly oppressive system. How after generations of dependence, you will be chastised for success. Some times when kids do well, give a right answer, they may hear the cat call of "What do you think you are, white?". In 2007, 20 miles away. Seriously?

I learned of the brand new hospital, with xray and lab, but nobody to run the machines for much of the time. I learned of the rampant health problems of the Winnebago and Omaha tribe, with the mainstays of alcoholism and diabetes afflicting many. It truly is a fascinating culture, with many sad stories of the tragic inevitability of their future, though this may be changing. I hope to learn some more about them in the next months.

I will be getting more involved with the Mission over the next few months, and will share any interesting stories I find. The first of those being the story of a small Winnebago Indian child, raised by his dad crippled with Polio. The short of it is a story of a kid raised by an incredible and loving father, who used to play catch with his son, and from a 3 dollar box of balls, bats and gloves from the Sacred Heart garage sale, a future star born. He barely made varsity in high school, got offered not one scholarship to college initially. Eventually landed on a smaller college team in Kearney, NE, and 2 years later was drafted to the Majors. In one year he jumped from Single A ball to the majors, and he strikes out 20 in his first 15 1/3 major league innings, all scoreless. He hits 100mph on the fastball. He finishes the regular season 2-0 with a 0.38 ERA, handing the ball Mariano Rivera with ninth-inning leads again and again and fueling New York's late surge to the wild card. His name? Joba Chamberlain.

The best story I have ever read in Sports Illustrated: Joba Chamberlain