Pride 2019

God the Father was there
in the earth she created
the sun on this summer day,
solstice, the river warm,
all the bright people,
the old and the young.

The wind blowing through the flags
making the rainbows dance,
breezes a-skimming the shining blue water,
we felt her surrounding us,
sweet Holy Spirit
this day in the park.

Of course we met Jesus
our brother, our savior,
we met him in old ones,
in young ones,
in scared ones,
in jubilant celebrants
of who we are.

But mostly, we felt him
embracing us warmly,
holding us graciously
telling us we are loved
we are glorious
we are cared for
we are precious
we are perfect
who we are is all that matters
being us, being seen, being proud.
Jesus found us
in the arms of the women
wearing shirts that said
FREE
MOM
HUGS.

All around us, we found God
in the park, on this solstice
with the people, by the river
in the welcome, with the warmth
in the love, in the love, in the love.

Photo: Living Local by WAVY. “Pride on the Peninsula” event at Carousel Park in Hampton in 2018. WAVY Photo, Taylor O’Bier
https://www.wavy.com/living-local/jojo-crystal-waters-headlining-annual-pridefest-in-norfolk/

nerd thoughts

In tonight’s lecture on time series analysis, my brain keeps seeing capital-phi

Capital letter Phi from the Greek alphabet

and interpreting it as the Deathly Hallows symbol.

The Deathly Hallows symbol: an equilateral triangle, with a circle inscribed, and a vertical line from the top to the bottom.

That’s all. Nothing earth-shaking tonight, just nerd thoughts.

statistics is/are beautiful #5

I can’t really lay claim to this one. A student in my Design & Analysis of Experiments class gave this answer tonight. I’ll have to ask my professor who it was, so that appropriate credit can be given.  🙂

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gearing up for the holidays at work

‘Twas two days before Christmas, when all thro’ Web Teks
Not a worker was working, not Tom and not Zack;
vacation requests had been duly considered
in hopes that somebody would do something billable;

the workers were tapping away at their desks,
while daydreams of holidays danced in their heads;
and Sarah in her Ugg boots and John in his sweater,
wishing their employees would do something better;

when in the cafe there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the glass door I flew like a flash,
To see several pans falling down with a crash;

the sun shining brightly this Chesapeake morn–
bet you thought I would rhyme that line with the word ‘pr0n’–
illumined the car of our great boss Dyanne,
its trunk open, showing lots of food and some pans;

And there she stood, Dyanne, her hands on her hips,
“Could you help me?” she asked, and I jumped to assist;
More rapid than eagles she tossed me her tools,
and she named ev’ry one as to my arms it flew:

“Now, Toaster! now, Hot Plate! now, OJ and Cups!
On, Pancake Mix! Butter! on, Bread! Knife that cuts!
To our cafe please take them, and carry them well,
Then send out the guys to give me a spell.”

All laden we carried in food and supplies
equipping Dyanne to cook before our eyes;
so into the cafe went her griddles and meats,
to make us a holiday breakfast replete

with omelettes to order–cheese, ham, peppers, too–
fresh pancakes, hot bacon, and toast made just so.
As I went to my desk and I sat down to write,
Dyanne started to mix a meal sure to delight.

She was dressed in her apron from ECPI,
and her smile was clear on her face and her eyes.
a whisk for the eggs she held loose in her hand,
a spatula near to flip cakes in the pan.

Then she called out our names: “Karim! Charles! and Jeff! too,
come down and get breakfast: I’ve finished your food!”
As co-workers arrived, they joined in on the fun,
and placing their orders, each and every one,

The omelettes were awesome, the pancakes divine,
and the bacon and sausage were  certainly fine;
with syrup, toast, butter we garnished our plates,
then we sat down for breakfast: we ate and we ate!

After all had completed and eaten our fill,
we thanked our kind boss, praising her chef-ing skill.
And we heard her exclaim, as she cleaned up from brunch:
Happy Christmas to all! In two hours, it’s lunch!”

mathematics is beautiful #4: chronic pain

Tonight’s infographic is all about chronic pain. Note the visualization in the center, where only one little person out of more than 7,300 is highlighted, and compare it to the visualization above it, where it shows one person out of three. For every person who dies due to an overdose of opioid pain medications, another 3,029 Americans are suffering from chronic pain.

Those 3,029 people have to give a urine sample each time they need to see their pain management specialist. When they experience excruciating breakthrough pain, they are turned away at the emergency room as drug-seekers. Most of their doctors don’t know how to help them, and so these patients come to believe at least once in their journey that their pain and disability are their own fault. We need to change this conversation.

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mathematics is beautiful #3

Just a silly one that was shared with me… I can’t take credit for it, but it made me laugh out loud.

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say THIS not THAT

What a workweek!  Last week I got a new project assignment, and have spent most of the weekend, workdays, and worknights crafting a slide deck for a software pitch, including making lots of graphics.  So these statistics infographics I’d been making every day — suddenly I had no creative energy left in my body, heart, and mind.

Tonight’s offering is, instead of a stats graphic, a chronic illness graphic. You can be equipped with better words, instead of saying frustrating or offensive things to a friend who has a disability, a chronic condition, an invisible illness.

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