Roots
US Army Image Archive

NCP 1603
National Museum of Health and Medicine
Emergency hospital during influenza epidemic, Camp Funston, Kansas.
Via BoingBoing, an archive of US Army medical illustrations is now available on Flickr. (And you know how I loves me some medical illustrations!) Right now, there are about 800 images, but I expect more will be added over time.
Weird Cookie
The department secretary brought treats to work, in honor of St. Patrick’s Day. Yum. Only, I took one of the chocolate chip cookies, and it tastes distinctly like ginger bread. With chocolate chips. I’m half-way through the cookie, and I still can’t decide if I love it or hate it.
In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, I’m making boxty tonight. I’ll probably have stir-fried cabbage, scallions, peppers, carrots, and whatever else is in my fridge, with it. The stir-fry isn’t especially Irish (especially not if I put Szechuan sauce on it!), but it will make a nice, bright complement to the potato pancakes.
That New Math
I started a new cat sitting job on Saturday, so I stopped by the bank on my way home from the first visit to deposit the $125 check. I just checked my account, and for some unfathomable reason, the deposit is showing up as only $100. It must be that new math, right?
Hopefully the deposit amount will be corrected, because I really don’t want to have to mess with going over there and arguing with them.
Gratuitous Ivy
My Flickr pro account expires tonight, and I’m once again waffling back and forth between renewing it and letting it revert to free status. The main problem with doing that is that I have not been uploading photos to my image gallery, so nothing on Flickr is backed up. (Well, the original untouched photos are, but not the post-processed ones.)
So, I thought I’d look around online for a tool to suck all my photos out of Flickr, preferably limited by date to just the span since I got lazy about uploading to my image gallery. And, I found Flickr Downloader. I’m giving it a test drive right now, but it seems to be working fine.
If all goes well, I’ll (finally!) update the image gallery, maybe even this weekend.
The other fun thing I came across is TuneFind.com. It isn’t always updated right away, but if you’re looking for the name of a song you heard on a TV show, it’s worth checking out (and checking back a few days after the show first airs). I’ve complained to a couple of networks for not providing song credits at the ends of the show, or at least on the shows’ websites. It seems to me that not making that information readily available to viewers isn’t very helpful to the artists, who surely would like the use of their music to generate some revenue.
That ivy is seriously tenacious. The grounds crew dug tore it off the walls and dug up the roots, but it’s still growing like crazy. I’m going to have a fun time pulling it out of the garden, but if I don’t, it will take over quickly.
How Does Your Garden Grow?
I was telling my mom this morning that I probably wouldn’t see any green in my garden for awhile, because it faces north and is really shady. I spoke too soon! The sedum is up, as are some of the irises. The coral bells don’t look like they ever fully died off, so they should be fine this year, too.
I think these are resurrection lilies, but I’m not sure. I would help if I’d make a garden plan, so I knew what was where.
Shimmy-shake
I just felt the whole building move. Don’t know if it was an earthquake or blasting at a quarry. We get a fair number of tremors here, but there’s nothing currently listed at USGS for the midwest. Whatever it was, it was a little disturbing, though!
Today
Have you seen the Visa commercial using the Smashing Pumpkins’ song Today? I would dearly love to have been a fly on the wall when the ad folks were coming up with the idea, and even more so, while they were pitching it to Visa. What on earth were they thinking?
They’re Reproducing
One of the coffee pots apparently died (I don’t drink work coffee, so I don’t know for sure). This sad event called for the creation of three new signs. As if we didn’t have enough of them to start with.
I hate going to the kitchen, because I feel the compulsive need to count the signs every damn time I do.






