I Too Google Myself

I’ve seen this exercise performed on some other blogs and decided to give it a try. Go to Google, type in your name with the word “wants” or “needs” or anything else creative after it and see what comes back.

Snaars wants …
… you.
… to meet 2 people.
… to kill me.
… Lebanon to pay an onerous price for its ambiguity on Hezbollah.
… the $60 he claims C*****d owes him.
… you to tell your paper what you thought of his movie.
… to kill me. Again. [I did not make this up, it really said “Again.”]
… to break free.
… to move to Ireland to meet leprechauns.
… to share with the world.

Snaars needs …
… photographs of both sides of the animal.
… Mum to be present all the time.
… to go on with his life and let Terri's family take care of her.
… to leave the security of his personal isolation.
… brotherly love.
… to learn about language.
… to be ridiculed.
… a physics 1 book social talk.
… work.
… two operations.

Snaars gets …
… a hearing reprieve.
… the boat and Walt.
… a police caution for possessing Cannabis after being found asleep in his car.
… zoped up.
… to play four roles this time.
… around.
… suspended.
… fired for blogging.
… high marks.
… blown up in Iraq.
… stalked.

All untrue!

False Alarm

Here’s the short version of the story, nerve-wracking as it is: Michelle’s labor stalled out yesterday afternoon.

I was surprised even though I should not have been. We have a history of prodromal labor, long labor, and long terms. Simcha was in the womb for 43 weeks. Although she had complications, none of them were associated with the long pregnancy. She had none of the symptoms that doctors worry about with a long pregnancy.

Saadia is still moving a lot, which means she is not too big and that the placenta is still healthy. Her heart rate is good. She seems perfectly fine.

Michelle is also fine, apart from some edema (swelling) around her ankles - but that’s not dangerous, by itself. It means she has to keep her feet up as much as possible when she is not walking. We have to watch to make sure the swelling does not rise or spread up her legs. If it does, it could be a signal that something is wrong.

After my parents came to get the kids yesterday, I thought it would speed things up, but it didn’t. Ah well, the real thing will happen soon. If it doesn’t happen over the next few days we will review our options, in terms of induction.

Havilah and Simcha will have to stay with my parents for a few days because of everyone’s schedules. Michelle and I will be able to spend some quality time together.

I’ll post again when something happens.

Happy birthday and happy birthday, maybe?

Michelle started her labor last night. If this labor is like the previous ones, she may still have a loooong way to go.

I learned a new term: prodromal labor. Sometimes referred to as "false" labor, there is nothing false about the way prodromal labor feels to the mother! It differs from active labor only in the respect that it does not progress continuously and without a break to the birth of the baby.

In all of her pregnancies, Michelle has experienced cramping and other labor symptoms months early, with increasing frequency and duration toward the end of each pregnancy.

Michelle had contractions most of the day yesterday. Last night they were frequent: between 1.5 and 2.5 minutes apart, lasting 30 to 60 seconds, over a period of several hours. Some were intense, requiring all her attention, while most of them were "mild," in the sense that she could get through them fairly easily by pausing and breathing carefully for a few seconds at the high point.

Michelle slept fitfully and woke up tired. I stayed at home today and took care of her and the girls. Havilah and Simcha understand that all this means the baby is coming soon. They got excited when our midwife came to visit.

All the girls' excitement was not good in terms of labor progression. They kept demanding attention from Michelle and from me. Although we don't mind giving them attention, it takes Michelle's focus away, adds tension, and inhibits labor progression. I called my parents, they came and got the girls and will keep them for a couple of days.

I didn't feel at all emotional, until I put them in the car and kissed them goodbye.

Michelle is more rested now, and seems ready, but her labor has slacked off again. I believe Saadia will be born tomorrow morning, but I hope she will be born tonight. That way, she and Michelle will share the same birthday!

Snaars Collegiate Philosophy Dictionary, part 1

Culled from various non-copyrighted sources on the internet, with some modifications here and there by yours truly ...

• Abnormal: <Ambrose Bierce> not conforming to standard. In matters of thought and conduct, to be independent is to be abnormal, therefore detested.


• Abstract logic: 1 see definition two 2 see definition one. See also Recursive


• Accountability: the mother of caution


• Anarchy: such a good idea, it should be the law


• Annoying: two people who go right on talking after you’ve interrupted


• A Priori: we’ll just assume I am right


• A Posteriori: having seen who won, I can assure you I was on that side the whole time


• Analytic: occurring once yearly


• Bachelor: a man who Mrs. nothing


• Education - 1 <Ambrose Bierce> that which discloses to the wise and disguises from the foolish their lack of understanding 2 [Politics] proof positive that government can do some things more economically than private enterprise 3 <B. F. Skinner> what survives when what has been learned has been forgotten


• Fallacy: why even you don’t know why you’re wrong


• False consciousness: deep down, you know I’m right


• Income: you try to make it first, then you try to make it last


• Recursive: Referring back to itself. See recursive. See also Abstract Logic


• Syntax: money collected at church


• Synthetic: I am so not-right that I can’t be wrong


• Time: 1 an illusion perpetrated by the makers of space 2 a way of preventing everything from happening simultaneously


• Truth: the actual state of things, insofar as they conform to what seems self-evident to me


• University: a modern post-secondary school where football is taught

To Thine Own Self Be True

This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
- William Shakespeare

I dont want to be

I don't want to be (song title)
Artist(Band):Gavin DeGraw

I don't need to be anything other than a prison guard's son
I don't need to be anything other than a specialist's son
I don't have to be anyone other than a birth of two souls in one
Part of where I'm going is knowing where I'm coming from
I don't want to be anything other than what I've been tryin to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I've peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me
I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn
Am I the only one to notice
I can't be the only one who's learned
I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I've peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me
Can I have everyone's attention please
If you're not like this and that
You're gonna have to leave
I came from the mountains
The crust of creation
My whole situation made from clay dust stone
And now I'm telling everybody
I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I've peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me
I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I've peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me
I DONT WANNA BE...
I DONT WANNA BE...
I DONT WANNA BE....
I DONT WANNA BE....