Month: February 2011
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Gettng my head (and my data) out of the Clouds
I’m a bit of an early adopter. I’m not on the bleeding edge of technology, but I’m out in front of many people. I’ve been into Gmail for years, since back when you needed an invitation to get an account. I know the dangers of cloud computing; namely that your data is at the mercy […]
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Wordle 2011
I fed the blog to Wordle.net this evening: I like 2011’s version better than last year’s.
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Medic 14
Silently it waits. In the back of the garage, unloved and unnoticed; biding its time. A Sunday shift in the Witch City; my usual Medic 9 is missing. It has already pounced on the unsuspecting crew before me. Friday in Sin City – it’s there waiting for me. No Medic 9 for me today. Thursday […]
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Savoring the moment
0300 hours finds me seated on the foot of the stretcher, resting my feet on the rear bumper of Medic 9. The empty ambulance bay at Local Suburban is framed in the rear doors as a few snowflakes drift gently past. For once things are quiet, and I am alone as my partner finishes her […]
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Riding with Jim
For the first time this year the weathermen have missed. The predicted snow has materialized as rain. The Duramax rumbles along beneath my right foot, its sound largely lost in the hiss of water. The pair of small plow lights spear into the wet night, trying and failing to push back the darkness. Steaming banks […]
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Furmily update
While scrolling back through the blog this morning, I realized I’ve been remiss. Back on 11/18 I introduced Jasmine to the Interwebz as a foster cat in need of a Forever Home. As alluded in my year-end post, Jasmine no longer needs a new home. My Christmas gifts to Mrs. Mack505 included one Certified Preowned […]
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Quiet
A busy afternoon turns to evening. The television is off. The Modine heaters click and whir in the garage, spreading their friendly warmth across the bays. Outside the evening is cold and calm. For once there is no snow, no wind, no nastiness. The city holds its breath. Radio speakers murmur with the sounds of […]
Notes from Mosquito Hill 