Repetitive stress injuries

pawsore

My Aussie friend Sian told me a few years back that the difference between the Aussie (& British, no doubt Commonwealth) usage whinge & the word more commonly used by Americans, whine, is that to whine is simply to complain, whereas to whinge is to complain about something that you are justified in complaining about.  Though either one can, of course, be annoying to the ears of those in proximity.  (But maybe those are just her own connotations.  Interestingly, though, turns out the two words have different etymologies, which may also be read into what follows.)

I have no idea if my recent whinges about RSIs on Twitter have been annoying to anyone.  If anything, followers of my tweets have possibly been annoyed by not knowing what in heck an RSI is.  They’re more likely to know the term carpal tunnel syndrome (CTS), identified in Wikipedia as “median neuropathy at the wrist” which is

a medical condition in which the median nerve is compressed at the wrist, leading to paresthesias, numbness and muscle weakness in the hand. The diagnosis of CTS is often misapplied to patients who have activity-related arm pain.

I’ve never definitively been told I’ve got CTS, but then I tend to be shy of accepting diagnoses in the first place, since they are so often lead to boxing people into thinking that whatever diagnosis has been applied to them is a permanent condition of their lives.  To a lot of people, carpal tunnel syndrome leads automatically to the advice that “you need an operation on your wrist,” just as gall bladder attack means “you need to have your gall bladder removed” or depression means “you need to take antidepressants.”

Well, in some cases.  But not in others.  For me, having suffered from depression off & on all my adult life, having had the at least one gall bladder attack that landed me in the emergency room at Providence Hospital, & having suffered from RSIs — which I will now tell you (as if you haven’t already gotten it from the title of this post) stands for repetitive stress injuries or repetitive strain injuries — for about 15 years, off & on, I have in fact subjected myself to none of those treatments.

I first started having problems with RSIs around 1995, primarily because of my job, which involved not simply working on a computer all day but of doing a lot of fine-tuned mouse-work editing documents, doing document layout, creating tables & charts.  That year — I think it was summer — I was working on a particularly huge pile of tables & charts belonging to an annual report, & I was simultaneously creating some complex templates to keep the formatting standard from year to year.

It killed my hands.  Especially my right hand, which, since I’m a northpaw, is my mouse-hand.  And the pain was not only in my hand, but traveled up my arm, all the way up into my right shoulder.  It felt sometimes as if my bones had been twisted into pretzels inside my arms — a kind of pain both chronic & excruciating.

Nowadays it’s not usually so exruciating, but it’s still chronic. How else could it be, given I still work the same job?  But thanks to my ergonomic split keyboard (I was the first in my office to get one), thumb trackball, the right chair, exercises to keep my wrist open, occasional visits to a chiropractor or massage therapist, aspirin or other anti-inflammatories, & Mineral Ice — in general, I manage quite well.

But sometimes the pain flares up, and then I don’t want to write — whether with keyboard & computer, or pen & paper, it hurts.

That’s a part of why I’ve been less verbose as of lately.

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The Daily Tweets, 2009-06-29

  • Working to arrest a slide into the grey…. #
  • Blast from the past: Why did Phelps’ “godhatesfags.com” people picket antigay Anchorage Baptist Temple in 2003? http://tinyurl.com/nbgys7 #
  • A day of layout: another evening of achy hands & Mineral Ice. #
  • Best thing for the grey & my hands: veg, good food, good friend, good beer, & Buffy. Jenny Calendar is so hot, mmmmmm hmmm. #

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The Daily Tweets, 2009-06-27

  • Sunny beautiful day in Anchorage. Shower, dog walk, & bus: gotta head up to Side Street to write! #
  • Found Saturday Artists Market along G St. by Side Street today. Bought a cool salmon w/ driftwood ribs, pic later. http://tinyurl.com/la77w9 #
  • Happy wedding! to friends/allies Heather & John of SOSAnchorage.net & Alaska Commons. http://bit.ly/uzHZu #anclgbt #
  • Hanging at Side Street doing some writing/blogging, & listening to Judy Garland. (Deb & George always play great music.) #
  • Caught a few pics just now of a very tall woman — a woman on stilts — at the Artists Fair going on outside Side Street today. #
  • What is it w/ your wifi today, Kaladi? Slooooooowwww! #
  • Kaladi’s wifi uncooperative earlier today. Came home, watched “Bound” w/ Barb. Now gonna veg more – hands too sore for writing. RSIs suck. #
  • Mineral Ice is my friend. #

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Happy wedding! (for John & Heather)

Last week at the PrideFest parade, I spotted my two recently-met friends John & Heather marching with the ACLU & Equality Works. Here they are looking all properly festive:

John Aronno and Heather James marching with ACLU & Equality Works

Now, I’m a little fuzzy on if it’s today or tomorrow that they’re getting married — but last Saturday after the parade, when I ran into them at the PrideFest picnic on the Delaney Park Strip, I said, hey, I need to get a picture in honor of your wedding. Here it is:

John Aronno and Heather James at Pride picnic

Besides being two really cool people who love each other, Heather & John are also two really cool people who are committed to equality. Together they created the website SOSAnchorage.net to counter & factcheck the lies of the Jerry Prevo/Anchorage Baptist Temple antigay site SOSAnchorage.com (a site I will not, sorry, directly link to); John also has another blog called Alaska Commons, where he also writes a lot about the Anchorage equal rights ordinance. The two nights at the Anchorage Assembly that I sat through the entirety of the evening of public testimony — June 9 & June 16 — were made tolerable in no small part because I was sitting next to them.

Throughout this ordinance fight, I’ve several times found myself thanking straight allies for their testimony at the Assembly, for waving signs outside the Loussac, for being present in the parade. Something always has seemed a little awkward about that, & I finally figured out why [banging side of head with palm of hand in realization: duh!!!!]: they don’t need that kind of thanks. They’re sitting beside us through those long hours of testimony & turning out with us on the Loussac Library lawn & along 36th Avenue with signs, they’re coming to celebrate with us in the PrideFest parade & picnic not just as some kind of favor they’re doing for us. They’re doing it because they are our friends & families, because they care about & love us, they care about justice & fairness for not only their own sisters & brothers & daughters & sons & mothers & fathers, but for everyone’s. Just like I do.  They’re doing it because it’s just part of who they are.

So  you’re not going to hear me saying “Thank you” anymore for testifying or turning out on our behalf.  Instead I’ll be saying, I’m glad to know you, & count you as one of my friends.

In this case, two friends.  Have a beautiful wedding, John & Heather. Have a beautiful honeymoon too.  I’ll look forward to seeing you when you’re back.

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The Daily Tweets, 2009-06-26

  • Andrew Sullivan on Michael Jackson. You said it, brother. http://tinyurl.com/nubpcy #
  • @VintageRedhead Thank you. Condolences on your own father’s death. May he have peace, & your family have comfort. in reply to VintageRedhead #
  • Too early for the Starbucks downstairs to be open. Dang. #
  • Ta-Nehisi Coates on the child molestation charges against Michael Jackson. http://tinyurl.com/odfzn9 #
  • A little quake just now. Maybe 3-5 seconds, very light. #
  • Music to do publication layout by: not Michael Jackson. Can only listen to him when I can get up & dance! #
  • NPR just played portions of Michael Jackson 911 call, which did not ID MJ as person being called about. #
  • Dan Froomkin’s last White House Watch for WaPo, WaPo’s credibility diminished thereby. http://tinyurl.com/ln3dcu #
  • Diane Benson’s testimony from Weds. June 17 at the Anchorage Assembly on equal rights ordinance 64 #anclgbt http://tinyurl.com/nwpvgn #
  • The finest photo of Mt. Susitna I’ve ever seen, from Janson Jones of Floridana Alaskiana v2.5. http://tinyurl.com/pcknzk #
  • I am pawsore. Need to get some mineral ice for my poor mouse-tired hand. And arm. RSIs. #
  • Done my duty by the web tonight; finally I can kick back. An ep of “Angel” on DVD, then to bed. My hand, though, hurts. #

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Lessons from Froomkin

Dan Froomkin, formerly of WashingtonPost.com, where he wrote a web-only column from January 2004 to June 2009 called White House Watch (originally White House Briefing). Modified from an original photograph by JD Lasica (jdlasica); used under a Creative Commons license. Click on photo to get full licensing info.

Dan Froomkin, formerly of WashingtonPost.com, where he wrote a web-only column from January 2004 to June 2009 called White House Watch (originally White House Briefing). Modified from an original photograph by JD Lasica (jdlasica); used under a Creative Commons license. Click on photo to get full licensing info.

I’ve been catching up somewhat on stuff in the wider political world outside the Anchorage equal rights ordinance battle. Having been so focused on AO 2009-64, it wasn’t until early this morning that I learned Dan Froomkin had been fired from the Washington Post — more properly, from its online version at washingtonpost.com —  & wrote his last White House Watch web column today.

I’ve followed Froomkin’s column, originally called White House Briefing, off & on since it started in January 2004, especially in the run-up to the November 2004 presidential election .  I’m sad to see it go. White House Briefing/White House Watch was one of the most important watchdogs & fact-checkers on the numerous abuses and lies of the Bush Administration, & that kind of work is still needed.  As Froomkin wrote in his final column,

Obama is nowhere in Bush’s league when it comes to issues of credibility, but his every action nevertheless needs to be carefully scrutinized by the media, and he must be held accountable. We should be holding him to the highest standards – and there are plenty of places where we should be pushing back. Just for starters, there are a lot of hugely important but unanswered questions about his Afghanistan policy, his financial rescue plans, and his turnaround on transparency.

There’s some disagreement as to why WaPo dumped Froomkin — with some saying it was for political/ideological reasons, & others say for economic reasons.  The latter is the opinion of Erik Wemple of the Washington City Paper — Froomkin just hasn’t been generating enough hits since the end of the Bush Administration.  Wemple writes:

The Obama administration has offered a less juicy target, in part because it hasn’t had quite as much time to screw things up. In the past six months, accordingly, hits on White House Watch have dropped to the point that Post officials cite traffic as a reason for bagging the column.

Though Wemple goes on to say,

The Froomkin axing is a red-letter event in Post history because it’s the first time that a major personnel decision has hinged so squarely on Web hits. For years, the orthodoxy from Post leaders is that the paper produces journalism that it believes in—mass popularity be damned. Perhaps that’s no longer the case. Questions on this matter were sent to newspaper spokesperson Kris Coratti but went unanswered.

So maybe Froomkin’s column was no longer journalism that WaPo believes in? — or at least not enough to overcome the paper’s economic considerations.  If so, that argues for ideology being a component, if perhaps not the biggest component, behind WaPo’s decision to sack Froomkin.

Regardless, it wouldn’t be the first time that a newspaper’s overall excellence in journalism has leaked away due to decisions that are based in some part on economics.  Witness our own paper-of-record, the Anchorage Daily News, which has lost a lot of ground both economically & in overall quality of coverage over the past few years.  From stuff I’ve read over the last several months, both about the ADN in particular & the newspapers in general, the papers are being hit hard by loss of revenues from classified ads as more people turn to free online ad solutions like Craigslist, not to mention the public’s increasing dependence upon online sources — including blogs — to get their news.  And then there’s just the economic downturn itself.  And there’s blogs, many of which have stepped into the journalistic realm formerly reserved for traditional media like newspapers and broadcast news to take on stories that traditional media either don’t know enough about or don’t dare to report on.  Think: who first broke the story last year about what became known as Troopergate?  Not any of Alaska’s newspapers or news stations: it was Andrew Halcro on his blog.  Who took the lead in giving the rest of the country needed perspective on Sarah Palin when she became John McCain’s running mate?  It wasn’t the Alaska mainstream press: it was Alaska’s progressive bloggers. It’s been an adjustment, & the traditional media are still adjusting.

But wait: I was talking about Froomkin.  “I remain a big believer in the ‘traditional media,'” he wrote in his final column,  “especially when it sticks to traditional journalistic values.” But he also gave every evidence of respecting & making use of the new (blogger) media — at least when it adhered to the same values, identified in his essay Why “playing it safe” is killing American newspapers thusly:

The right way to reinvent ourselves online would be to do precisely what journalists were put on this green earth to do: Seek the truth, hold the powerful accountable, expose the B.S., explain how things really work, introduce people to each other, and tell compelling stories. And we should do all those things passionately and courageously — not hiding who we are, but rather engaging in a very public expression of our journalistic values.

His entire series for Niemen Journalism Lab on the future of news journalism is worth a read.  For political bloggers, too.

Some quotes about Froomkin from other people:

Equivocation, hedging, shading, tiptoeing—none of those turn up in Froomkin’s toolkit.

— Erik Wemple, “Why Did the Washington Post Sack Dan Froomkin?” (Washington City Paper)

Providing ample proof of why he couldn’t coexist with the go-along ethos of High Broderism. He reads, and links to, bloggers! He’s intellectually consistent, willing to criticize both Republicans and Democrats! That’s perhaps the rarest commodity in a Village that seeks at all times a political equilibrium that won’t endanger its cocktail circuit invite.

— McJoan,  “Froomkin’s Last WaPo Stand” (DailyKOS)

Hopefully, the next time the nation faces a grave national security crisis, we will listen to the people who were right, not the people who were wrong, and heed those who reported the truth, not those who served as stenographers to liars.

— Dan Froomkin himself, “White House Watched”, his last “White House Watch” column for WashingtonPost.com

What I found in Froomkin’s work was:

  • He researched thoroughly, gave his sources, & based his opinions on facts;
  • He was, as McJoan on DailyKOS said, intellectually consistent, & didn’t pull punches with what he saw.

Nor do I expect he’ll change in the future (he’ll be taking some time off, then launching in some new direction he’ll announce at whitehousewatch.com).

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Plenty of lessons in how Froomkin for Alaska, I think.

For one: the Anchorage Daily News is Alaska’s principal statewide newspaper-of-record — Anchorage’s Washington Post, if you will.  But for whatever reasons — & it seems ever more so over the past few months & years — the ADN  often acts as the same kind of “stenographer to liars” that Froomkin criticized in his final column.  Which isn’t to say the ADN is all bad — but it’s struggling in this environment, & all-too-obviously doesn’t have the first idea of what to do about the independent bloggers springing up all around it, or how to balance its own strengths with theirs.

Which is why, for Anchorage, the Anchorage Press, web-based newspapers like the Alaska Dispatch & Alaska Report and independent bloggers like the Mudflats, Celtic Diva’s Blue Oasis, Progressive Alaska, Shannyn Moore: Just a Girl from Homer, Immoral Minority, Alaska Commons, SOSAnchorage.net (the factchecker version) — just to names some of those I follow — are so very crucial.  Especially if they do their jobs wisely & well, with the same kind of integrity that Froomkin displayed in his column.

I should say, if we do our jobs wisely & well, because I’ve become part of it too, at least when the public sphere of the polis is what I’m writing about, as with Wayne Anthony Ross’ nomination for Alaska attorney general back in April, as with the Anchorage equal rights ordinance & the activities of Jerry Prevo now.  As I wrote in the introduction to my anti-WAR letter to Alaska legislators,

I’m a writer-blogger, not a political blogger — though I did try it out a little last fall after Palin became a vice-presidential candidate. But it proved too emotionally exhausting for me, & other Alaska progressive bloggers were doing it better. Sometimes, though, you gotta take a stand on something.

But I want to be honest & based in factual reality when I do.

Integrity is a big word with me — central to my own spiritual worldview. It’s what Job had when his friends so-called were “comforting” him in his losses by telling him that the horrible things that happened to the people he cared about, & to himself, wouldn’t have come down on him if he hadn’t sinned. Except that he hadn’t. I often think of integrity as being like a pole at the center of oneself — in one part a navigational aid, in another something to hang tightly to in the midst of the storm. If you let go of your integrity, you lose your way, you lose your Self. If you hold to it, you always know where you are & who you are. It can still be plenty damn painful, but it’s far less painful then letting go & losing your Self.

The hard part of doing what any of us who write about the stuff  in the political world is knowing when to withhold judgment — because we don’t know all the facts — & when to apply judgment. “Stenographer” reporting is not so much reporting as simply copying: dutifully getting on record “both sides” of any question, but never having the moral courage to go in there & make a judgment: are the sources reliable? what might their agendas be? what’s the context, what else is in play? But then there’s the other bad way to do it: judging willy-nilly, without ever bothering to seek out the facts, depending only on what what feels or believes: truthiness not truth.

But then there’s what I believe Dan Froomkin did, & what we are all called to do: to ask questions.  And, if necessary, to make judgments.  To hold those who claim authority over our lives accountable.  No matter how damn painful it is — holding on to our integrity all the way.

Here’s some good stuff I know about because of Dan Froomkin:

  • Niemen Watchdog: Questions the press should ask. A site for & about watchdog journalism, from the Nieman Foundation for Journalism at Harvard University. Froomkin is deputy editor of this site.
  • Niemen Journalism Lab. “a collaborative attempt to figure out how quality journalism can survive and thrive in the Internet age.” Also from the Nieman Foundation’s
  • whitehousewatch.com. The site where Froomkin will announce what he’s going to do next. Also links to archives of his columns on the Bush Administration and Obama Administration.

Tip o’ the nib to Amanda Coyne of Alaska Dispatch, relevant discussion with whom coincided with news of Froomkin’s firing.

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The Daily Tweets, 2009-06-25

  • Haven’t even had time to think about Claman’s proposed antisdiscrim charter amendments yet http://bit.ly/vhOK9 #anclgbt #
  • What in heck does “You’re amdist many trees” mean?… uh okay, a typo on “amidst.” Good grief, learn to spell. FB quizzes [rolling eyes] #
  • RT: @lastrealpoet: Share some poetry someone? — Did you see the one I posted yesterday? “No Questions, Questions” — http://bit.ly/2mOVfm #
  • @tonei Good job! in reply to tonei #
  • One of our profs has been in Argentina for a few days. We were all just wondering if she ran into Sanford. #
  • Blast from the past: Sarah Palin & intermittent Gunderson syndrome. http://tinyurl.com/m667tx #
  • Another post from the past: Sarah Palin & the rape kit controversy (had to readd YouTube code). http://tinyurl.com/mugp9w #
  • @pepitap He’s died now. Obit at USA Today: http://bit.ly/14ksk8 in reply to pepitap #
  • @pepitap I told my supervisor: she just said “weird!” Well, guy did have a strange life. RIP all the same. He gave me some good dancing. in reply to pepitap #
  • Explaining Farrah Fawcett & Ryan O’Neal to my 20-something coworker, too young to remember Charlie’s Angels & Love Story. RIP Farrah. #
  • @pepitap No kidding ancient. And MJ – I was in mid-20s sweating in queer bars to the songs of “Thriller” when she was just a biddy kid. in reply to pepitap #
  • Michael Jackson & “Thriller” reminded me of Vincent Price, that song’s great horror voice. He died in ’93. http://tinyurl.com/mlwx8j #
  • Steven Colbert, I love you: tonight’s “The Word” & earlier commentary about the creeps who did the homosexual exorcism. Embed tomorrow. #
  • Now Colbert Report is interviewing a guy about Stonewall. Colbert, you rock! This is our history. Pride! #
  • No, I don’t think I need to follow a tweeter whose following 12,000 people. Another marketing site. Booooring. #
  • Also no need to follow someone following 210 people with 8 followers, no tweets, & bio “If U want 2 know anything about me just ask me.” No. #
  • @Chris411 good to hear, out of the woods low mood-wise? #

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Ode to Alcohol (poem)

Yes, sloth seems a suitable way to begin the holiday season (030/365)

I’m a safe drinker nowadays (& besides, I love this photo, & Midnight Sun Brewery makes some good stuff!), but back in the day I drank waaaaay too much. Yet it played a role in my letting go, eventually, of self-hatred. It, & my friends.  Same poem I mentioned in my last post.

Prosody geeks: this is in the form of a pantoum (albeit a loose use of the form).  Gonna have to get around to getting a new WordPress theme. This one isn’t wide enough for this poem’s longer lines, & WordPress doesn’t seem to permit hanging indents.  Bugga.

Ode to Alcohol

O Alcohol, you were an instrument of my deliverance.
In that long-ago dormitory room with Heidi and Julie
you loosed my tight fist of self.
Words came, however slurred, however slow.

In that long-ago dormitory room with Heidi and Julie,
in a Boston bar, a bar in Anchorage, an East Anchorage trailer with Lori and Sharon,
words came, however slurred, however slow.
You were like grease, like WD-40 on an old tight rusted bolt.

In a Boston bar, a bar in Anchorage, an East Anchorage trailer with Lori and Sharon,
my flesh stank of liquor and self-condemnation.
You were like grease, like WD-40 on an old tight rusted bolt —
it took the weight of all friends, all love leaning on the wrench of me to break it loose.

My flesh stank of liquor and self-condemnation.
When the gaping space between stars swallowed me,
it took the weight of all friends, all love straining on the rope of me to pull me back.
I woke to late August snow on the mountains.

When the gaping space between stars swallowed me,
my drunkenness boiled away into the vacuum.
I woke to late August snow on the mountains.
All friends, all love stood at ease with me, regarding them.

My despair boiled away into the vacuum.
You loosed my tight fist of self.
All friends, all love stood at ease, rejoicing with me.
O Alcohol, you were an instrument of my deliverance.

[November 16, 1995]

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Bar Fragments (poem)

Sweat, after some hard dancing

Sweat, after some hard dancing

This is the series of couplets that includes the lines about Michael Jackson included in my last post. Though written in 1995, the experiences date from 1983-84, when I was in my 20s & often went out dancing (& drinking & smoking) as many as three or four nights of the week to the Village Lounge & Disco, a gay/lesbian bar on Anchorage’s 5th Avenue (same building as the present-day Kodiak Bar). Not the best poetry in the world, but at least catches the flavor of the time for me… I was working toward something bigger about what was going on for me in those days, which ultimately led to another poem called “Ode to Alcohol.” Gee, might as well post that next.

But first —

Bar Fragments

Catching air on 5th Ave., in front of the bar. A guy jumps out from the wall.
Wild-eyed: “You mean, I been standing in front of a goddamn QUEER bar?”

A bank shot — so of course I miss, in fact drop the cue ball in.
“I’m bad at banks. That’s why I joined a credit union.”

We get sick of the straight couple dry-fucking on the dance floor.
I lean over, tell the woman, “It’s more fun with a woman,” and they stop.

“C’mon, hurry, gotta unload some beer!” Finally she comes out.
No, he — you can’t get those drag queens to use the men’s room.

They leave their coats at the coatroom and walk in, eyes wide:
tourists — straight folks slumming at the queer bar, the zoo.

Smoke, sweat, the glitter ball, Donna Summers, Michael Jackson —
make your fun, but I lost 20 pounds there one summer, dancing.

The sign said drug dealers would be 86ed,
but I know the coke she ODed on she scored from a bartender.

Dead drunk, she pretends her pager’s called her back to work
to escape the woman she’s flirted herself into a corner with.

[11/13/95]

(Oh yeah… & before those Christianist anti-ordinance zealots leap on the lines about the drag queen in the women’s room, let me do some preventative connecting of the dots for you: this was a queer bar! Duh.)

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