Disco sucks…with one exception

Disco tune “Stayin’ Alive” could save your life

WASHINGTON (Reuters) – U.S. doctors have found the Bee Gees 1977 disco anthem “Stayin’ Alive” provides an ideal beat to follow while performing chest compressions as part of CPR on a heart attack victim.

The American Heart Association calls for chest compressions to be given at a rate of 100 per minute in cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR). “Stayin’ Alive” almost perfectly matches that, with 103 beats per minute.

CPR is a lifesaving technique involving chest compressions alone or with mouth-to-mouth rescue breathing. It is used in emergencies such as cardiac arrest in which a person’s breathing or heartbeat has stopped.

CPR can triple survival rates, but some people are reluctant to do it in part because they are unsure about the proper rhythm for chest compressions. But research has shown many people do chest compressions too slowly during CPR.

In a small study headed by Dr. David Matlock of the University of Illinois College of Medicine at Peoria, listening to “Stayin’ Alive” helped 15 doctors and medical students to perform chest compressions on dummies at the proper speed.

Five weeks after practicing with the music playing, they were asked to perform CPR again on dummies by keeping the song in their minds, and again they kept up a good pace.

“The theme ‘Stayin’ Alive’ is very appropriate for the situation,” Matlock said in a telephone interview on Thursday. “Everybody’s heard it at some point in their life. People know the song and can keep it in their head.”

The findings will be presented this month at a meeting of the American College of Emergency Physicians in Chicago.

(Writing by Will Dunham; Editing by David Storey)

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20081016/od_nm/us_heart_beegees

My First Post


There’s been a dramatic increase in the number of hits my blog is getting recently. Is it my sparkling wit? My lovely profile pic? Is Waiting For Spring finally bringing me widespread fame?

Nope. It’s that damned hippie sheep.

I started this blog back in January of 2006 as a fun outlet, shortly before I started writing WFS. My first post was not a typical introductory post, but rather a silly commentary about Shrek, the hippie sheep from New Zealand. Looking back, it actually screams “This is me!” in a way a “My name is…I live in…my hair is brown…” affair ever could have done. You can read it here.

For whatever reason, there has been a dramatic increase in interest in this sheep recently, and My Friend Google is leading searchers to my humble blog. It made me curious about the little guy. I wondered if something had happened to him. Another haircut, an accident, maybe a drug arrest. But no. There’s nothing new. I guess some things just have timeless appeal…

Disco sucks…with one exception

Disco tune “Stayin’ Alive” could save your life

WASHINGTON (Reuters) – U.S. doctors have found the Bee Gees 1977 disco anthem “Stayin’ Alive” provides an ideal beat to follow while performing chest compressions as part of CPR on a heart attack victim.

The American Heart Association calls for chest compressions to be given at a rate of 100 per minute in cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR). “Stayin’ Alive” almost perfectly matches that, with 103 beats per minute.

CPR is a lifesaving technique involving chest compressions alone or with mouth-to-mouth rescue breathing. It is used in emergencies such as cardiac arrest in which a person’s breathing or heartbeat has stopped.

CPR can triple survival rates, but some people are reluctant to do it in part because they are unsure about the proper rhythm for chest compressions. But research has shown many people do chest compressions too slowly during CPR.

In a small study headed by Dr. David Matlock of the University of Illinois College of Medicine at Peoria, listening to “Stayin’ Alive” helped 15 doctors and medical students to perform chest compressions on dummies at the proper speed.

Five weeks after practicing with the music playing, they were asked to perform CPR again on dummies by keeping the song in their minds, and again they kept up a good pace.

“The theme ‘Stayin’ Alive’ is very appropriate for the situation,” Matlock said in a telephone interview on Thursday. “Everybody’s heard it at some point in their life. People know the song and can keep it in their head.”

The findings will be presented this month at a meeting of the American College of Emergency Physicians in Chicago.

(Writing by Will Dunham; Editing by David Storey)

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20081016/od_nm/us_heart_beegees

Changes and Reflections


You may (or possibly may not) have noticed that my posting has been rather spotty here over the past month or so. One of the reasons for that is a lack of sleep due to my work schedule (I’ve been averaging about 2-3 hours a day on work days), and the resulting Slush Puppy Brain that results. Starting this weekend that will change. I’ll be working 2nd shift on weekends instead of 3rd shift during the week. In addition to the benefits that come with actually sleeping at night, it should mean a drastic increase in posts here (and comments on my buddy’s blogs). And–fear not!–even though customers typically wear their pants on 2nd shift, I should still see enough weirdness to keep this blog interesting.

In other news, I survived another week at Idol For Writers. This is my take on the assigned topic, Reflections:

~~~~~

An eight-year-old boy saunters down the street, smiling proudly, armed with a powerful new weapon, a gift from his father the evening before.

He slips open the schoolyard gate and surveys the crowd with his sharp, green eyes, so like his daddy’s: Girls skipping rope; boys shooting hoops; teachers chatting amongst themselves, tired and bored. And, sitting by himself, leaning against a solitary tree, reading a book, is his target.

He makes his way over, fists stuffed tightly into his pockets, twitching to keep the grin off his face until just the right moment. He comes to a stop directly in front a pair of white, spotless shoes, rolling the weapon around his tongue, savoring the jagged consonants and tangy vowels. His father’s voice echoes in his ears as he lets loose his grin, pulls the trigger, and fires the word directly into his target’s fragile, tender heart:

“Faggot!”

~~~~~

In other writing news, Chapters 40 and 41 of Waiting For Spring were posted at Readers and Writers Blog on Sunday. Tess is starting to heal…finally. Also new at R&W Blog is Chapters 16 and 17 of Ann M. Pino’s Steal Tomorrow. And Mr. Sid Leavitt has posted an excerpt of his very excellent book, Adrift in America. I’ve blogged about how much I enjoyed reading it before, and I’d like to recommend it to y’all again.

Changes and Reflections


You may (or possibly may not) have noticed that my posting has been rather spotty here over the past month or so. One of the reasons for that is a lack of sleep due to my work schedule (I’ve been averaging about 2-3 hours a day on work days), and the resulting Slush Puppy Brain that results. Starting this weekend that will change. I’ll be working 2nd shift on weekends instead of 3rd shift during the week. In addition to the benefits that come with actually sleeping at night, it should mean a drastic increase in posts here (and comments on my buddy’s blogs). And–fear not!–even though customers typically wear their pants on 2nd shift, I should still see enough weirdness to keep this blog interesting.

In other news, I survived another week at Idol For Writers. This is my take on the assigned topic, Reflections:

~~~~~

An eight-year-old boy saunters down the street, smiling proudly, armed with a powerful new weapon, a gift from his father the evening before.

He slips open the schoolyard gate and surveys the crowd with his sharp, green eyes, so like his daddy’s: Girls skipping rope; boys shooting hoops; teachers chatting amongst themselves, tired and bored. And, sitting by himself, leaning against a solitary tree, reading a book, is his target.

He makes his way over, fists stuffed tightly into his pockets, twitching to keep the grin off his face until just the right moment. He comes to a stop directly in front a pair of white, spotless shoes, rolling the weapon around his tongue, savoring the jagged consonants and tangy vowels. His father’s voice echoes in his ears as he lets loose his grin, pulls the trigger, and fires the word directly into his target’s fragile, tender heart:

“Faggot!”

~~~~~

In other writing news, Chapters 40 and 41 of Waiting For Spring were posted at Readers and Writers Blog on Sunday. Tess is starting to heal…finally. Also new at R&W Blog is Chapters 16 and 17 of Ann M. Pino’s Steal Tomorrow. And Mr. Sid Leavitt has posted an excerpt of his very excellent book, Adrift in America. I’ve blogged about how much I enjoyed reading it before, and I’d like to recommend it to y’all again.

Review time


Waiting For Spring recently received its first editorial review at Web Fiction Guide, as well as a review from a Guide member…both of them positive!

“Waiting for Spring is a very well-written, consistent story with a skillful eye for characterization. It’s not a showy fantasy or clever comedy or groundbreaking genre-maker — but it accomplishes something even better. It shows you a main character, and unfolding group of secondary characters, that live and breathe and reach out of the computer screen to touch the reader’s heart and mind.”

“…the story is real – it isn’t all rosebuds and champagne. Life is a struggle and the reader goes along for the ride with the characters as they work their way through the hard times.”

Read the full reviews here:

Waiting For Spring at Web Fiction Guide.

Review time


Waiting For Spring recently received its first editorial review at Web Fiction Guide, as well as a review from a Guide member…both of them positive!

“Waiting for Spring is a very well-written, consistent story with a skillful eye for characterization. It’s not a showy fantasy or clever comedy or groundbreaking genre-maker — but it accomplishes something even better. It shows you a main character, and unfolding group of secondary characters, that live and breathe and reach out of the computer screen to touch the reader’s heart and mind.”

“…the story is real – it isn’t all rosebuds and champagne. Life is a struggle and the reader goes along for the ride with the characters as they work their way through the hard times.”

Read the full reviews here:

Waiting For Spring at Web Fiction Guide.

Lost and Found

My boss found a dimebag by one of the gas pumps this morning. Apparently it fell out of someone’s car while they were fueling up.

If you think it’s yours, please send me an email (located in my blogger profile) or leave a comment here with your name, address, and telephone number. I’ll see that it gets back to you.

Thank you. And have a nice day.

Lost and Found

My boss found a dimebag by one of the gas pumps this morning. Apparently it fell out of someone’s car while they were fueling up.

If you think it’s yours, please send me an email (located in my blogger profile) or leave a comment here with your name, address, and telephone number. I’ll see that it gets back to you.

Thank you. And have a nice day.

Idol for Writers – Week 2 Entry


Voting for week two is now completed. Yours truly survived another week (seventh out of forty-one) with the following entry on the assigned topic, “Broken.”

~~~~~

He wasn’t surprised to hear the knock on his door, even though it was nearly midnight. He’d been expecting it for almost a month, half hoping each night that she’d work up the nerve so they could just get it over with.

She looked almost regal, standing there on his battered porch, dripping with wealth. She’d even had the audacity to wear her gaudy diamond wedding ring. He wasn’t irritated by it, though. It seemed fitting. She’d come here to proposition him, but she still needed to keep him in his place.

Finally she spoke. “I understand you’re finished with remodeling our kitchen.”

He nodded.

“I suppose that means we won’t be seeing you at the house again anytime soon.”

He nodded again, not giving her so much as a smile. If she wanted him, she’d have to come out with it. So she pressed on, annoyed, but too desperate to walk away.

“I…heard your girlfriend left you.”

It was actually the other way around, but he didn’t correct her. It didn’t matter. The result was the same. He was still left with nothing but a bruised ego, an empty heart, and something to prove.

And this rich, beautiful woman had knocked on his door, begging him to prove it.

But he’d been with this kind of woman before. She’d wasted her youth on a man who would toss her aside when Youth was gone. She knew it. And now she was empty, just like him. She practically reeked of it.

I need. I want. Give me.

Because she had nothing left to give.

Neither did he. So he closed the door without a word. Because he wasn’t that broken. Not yet.