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The workouts continue. Does everyone get a weird burning "please stop this now" feeling in their shins after ten to fifteen minutes of fast walking, or is it just me?
Planning for The Game continues. I can't say more, as there are other Tech Band Alums with journals here, and they can make educated guesses as to my handle.
Yesterday's topic for Lunch'n'Learn at the office? Automated External Defibrillators. Apparently the American Red Cross is making a push to have one in every workplace in the event of Sudden Cardiac Arrest, which can strike anyone at any age, regardless of physical condition, cholesterol, or annoying clients. Because the average 911 response time in this area (if not nationwide) is over ten minutes, these devices can save a life before EMS arrives.
I'm not saying this is a bad thing. But when you start talking about powerful electronic devices in front of a bunch of engineers, the first thing they think about is "how can I shock my boss". After being told that the device will only work if it detects a specific type of fluttering rhythm in the heartbeat, the engineers' next thought will be "how can I fake that rhythm so I can then fool the machine into shocking my boss".
After the workplace, public schools are next on their list, in the event that a seven-year-old has an emergency (which can and does happen - I'm not trying to be sarcastic here). I'm just concerned because I've had some good teachers and some bad teachers, and if the nurse goes down (or the school doesn't even have one), I'm not sure I could trust every teacher to use it properly.
It was one of the few Lunch'n'Learns where I had no difficulty staying awake. All we need now is a refresher course in CPR so we can make sure we've diagnosed the situation correctly while we wait for EMS to arrive.
Back on Monday, one of my teammates found a cicada and brought in to Twains for Trivia. We all watched it come out of its shell, spread its wings, and get used to the world around it. Due to the environment (and the lack of other cicadas around it), I strongly suspect we've warped that sucker for life and prevented it from reproducing. Anyway . . . the thing was almost cute. They grow up so fast.
I wonder if, due to being "born" in a bar, this cicada will create a whole new breed that comes around every thirteen or seventeen beers.
Planning for The Game continues. I can't say more, as there are other Tech Band Alums with journals here, and they can make educated guesses as to my handle.
Yesterday's topic for Lunch'n'Learn at the office? Automated External Defibrillators. Apparently the American Red Cross is making a push to have one in every workplace in the event of Sudden Cardiac Arrest, which can strike anyone at any age, regardless of physical condition, cholesterol, or annoying clients. Because the average 911 response time in this area (if not nationwide) is over ten minutes, these devices can save a life before EMS arrives.
I'm not saying this is a bad thing. But when you start talking about powerful electronic devices in front of a bunch of engineers, the first thing they think about is "how can I shock my boss". After being told that the device will only work if it detects a specific type of fluttering rhythm in the heartbeat, the engineers' next thought will be "how can I fake that rhythm so I can then fool the machine into shocking my boss".
After the workplace, public schools are next on their list, in the event that a seven-year-old has an emergency (which can and does happen - I'm not trying to be sarcastic here). I'm just concerned because I've had some good teachers and some bad teachers, and if the nurse goes down (or the school doesn't even have one), I'm not sure I could trust every teacher to use it properly.
It was one of the few Lunch'n'Learns where I had no difficulty staying awake. All we need now is a refresher course in CPR so we can make sure we've diagnosed the situation correctly while we wait for EMS to arrive.
Back on Monday, one of my teammates found a cicada and brought in to Twains for Trivia. We all watched it come out of its shell, spread its wings, and get used to the world around it. Due to the environment (and the lack of other cicadas around it), I strongly suspect we've warped that sucker for life and prevented it from reproducing. Anyway . . . the thing was almost cute. They grow up so fast.
I wonder if, due to being "born" in a bar, this cicada will create a whole new breed that comes around every thirteen or seventeen beers.