footprint on the moon

At 4:17:40 PM Eastern time today, it was the 32nd anniversary of the first manned landing on the Moon. At 10:56:15 PM Eastern time tonight, it will be the 32nd anniversary of the first human step onto an extraterrestrial body. The fact that we, as a species, managed to fly to the moon, putter around a bit, and then come back to Earth still amazes me every time I think about it.

Why do I have a feeling that there are a ton of scandals, of more consequence than Whitewater ever had a chance of being, lurking in the Bush Administration? You have Cheney denying all access to records of the people and companies who lobbied and met with the Administration while the current energy policy was being shaped; likewise, you have Karl Rove meeting with companies about policy decisions when he owns stock in those very same companies. How much is lurking under the surface?

What a great, great photo. (I actually wonder how the photographer got the shot.)

About the only way I can stomach writing about the violent protests and the death at the G8 summit in Genoa is by simply linking to the MetaFilter thread on it, and letting people form their own conclusions.

Come on, is there anyone who would think that I’d pass up the opportunity to link to a news story entitled “Wild asses struggle for life in Iran”?

Scott Shuger, normally the author of the Today’s Papers feature in Slate, has a column in the online mag talking about the irresponsibility of having septuplets in today’s world. There are a lot of good points in the column — like, for example, that the one family of septuplets born in Washington, D.C. will cost over $2 million before they even leave the hospital. Wow.

If you haven’t heard about it elsewhere, then hear it here: if you run IIS 4.0 or 5.0 on Windows NT or Windows 2000, there’s a security patch you should probably install.


Today, I covered the neonatal ICU for a friend, making it my first inpatient day in the hospital in over a month and a half. Not surprisingly, my body had gotten used to outpatient and shift work; I now feel like I’ve been run through a wringer. But on the flip side, I got to spend all day taking care of the smallest of the small, and the sickest of the small, which is a pretty damn good day. And, making my day that much better, I was able to do all my own blood drawing today — a pretty great feat when we’re talking about veins the size of strands of hair, and test tubes that, at times, seem like they’d take the baby’s entire blood volume and then some.