Oh the things you find when packing up your desk after 7 years.
Like....
1 pirate eye patch;
1 crazy quiz you and your best friend made up for your co-workers in celebration of Canada Day titled "Canadian, Eh or Nay";
1 pack of mustache clips; and
1 pen that has apparently been stolen from Federal Court.
I think I may qualify as a hoarder, so expect to see me on an exploitative A&E show real real soon.
* not pictured, 2 flying monkeys, 3 boxes of half empty Christmas cards, a Langley Schools Music Project CD and uka million paperclips.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
And the final tally is....
Bruises-25
Scrapes-4
Jacked up Ankles-1
Turkey Legs Consumed-1/4
Warrior Dash's Completed-1
Naps Taken-Also 1
Warrior Dash 2012, you sure did kick my butt.
Here are some photos. The one of Heather and I crossing the finish line is care of the Star-Advertiser. I guess they thought it was amusing that we finished the Dash, too.
More photos here:
http://www.honolulupulse.com/events/pics-warrior-dash-at-dillingham-ranch?pid=53916#pulse-gallery
Scrapes-4
Jacked up Ankles-1
Turkey Legs Consumed-1/4
Warrior Dash's Completed-1
Naps Taken-Also 1
Warrior Dash 2012, you sure did kick my butt.
Here are some photos. The one of Heather and I crossing the finish line is care of the Star-Advertiser. I guess they thought it was amusing that we finished the Dash, too.
More photos here:
http://www.honolulupulse.com/events/pics-warrior-dash-at-dillingham-ranch?pid=53916#pulse-gallery
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Warriors Come Out to Plaaaaaay
And so the next adventure begins. March 24, 2012, Hawaii's first Warrior Dash. So far I know about 20 people who have registered. The organizers have staggered start times from 9:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m. Remarkably, although each slot is open to 500 people, several time slots have already been filled. Me and my crew were lucky enough to sign up early and got a cushy 9:30 start time.
My main motivation for running the race, finishers get a fuzzy viking hat and viking shaped metal! Personally, I consider fuzzy viking hats appropriate for all seasons so next summer expect it to be part of my daily garb.
I can't wait until March!
My main motivation for running the race, finishers get a fuzzy viking hat and viking shaped metal! Personally, I consider fuzzy viking hats appropriate for all seasons so next summer expect it to be part of my daily garb.
I can't wait until March!
ps: Did I mention you get to jump over fire!!!
Monday, November 7, 2011
Thats Me!!
Here is the
video of my rappel. Watch from 2:24 to 2:35
of segment 1. That's me in the jeans!! (You have to watch an advertisement
before the video starts-sorry)
Sunday, November 6, 2011
GOONIES NEVER SAY DIE
So yesterday it happened, I went through with my goal and dangled 31 stories above the ground.
I arrived at the Sheraton at about 9:20. I was given a 10:42 rappel time and instructed to be there an hour early to sign the necessary forms, get geared up and perform a short practice run. Since I was still 20 minutes early I took a peak around the building so I could see some of the rappels that were already underway. In the days leading up to the event, as expected, everyone asked me the same question "are you nervous?" Surprisingly, for the most part, I was not nervous. I had a strange sense of calm about things. When I turned the corner and saw the rappel site, however, I got my first taste of fear. It is one thing to be familiar with the building and imagine rappelling down the side. It is another thing, however, to see a tiny body way up top stepping over the edge and making her way down. The image is akin to taking a plastic toy soldier and dangling it off the top of a refrigerator (and not those small dorm sized ones either). Crap, I thought, what did I do to myself?
Time was a tickin', so I decided to head up to the mezzanine level of the hotel and sign-in. When I got to the sign-in room, there was a panel of about 8 people waiting to give me instructions. Initial this form, fill out this questionnaire, put this name badge on your right arm and this number on your left, give me everything in your pockets, etc... After about 10 minutes everything that I needed to do in room 1 was taken care of. I was then to go to room 2, the staging area where I would be outfitted with all the necessary rappel gear. They were running behind though and the group currently being geared up had not yet finished. I ended up waiting on the lanai with some of the volunteers.
One thing I have to say about the Over The Edge event, their volunteers were super fantastic. Everyone I encountered was very friendly,supportive and informative. I gather that some of the group was from the Special Olympics, others from the rappel company, and they also had a group from the military that were there to assist. I talked to a few of the guys on the balcony who were in the marines and they explained they rappelled frequently as part of their training. Their advice to me, don't look down.
As I waited on the lanai, other rappellers began to show up. It is a strange bond you start to form with people who are about to experience the same fate as you. There was a helicopter engineer, a guy from Queens hospital, an attorney from legal aide (coincidentally, we knew several of the same people), and another couple signed up to rappel simultaneously. As we talked, none of us had a clear reason for signing up to do this. The consensus was more of a why NOT do it. Eventually, room 2 was ready for the 6 of us and we were geared up as a group. Harness, check. Gloves, check. Helmet, check.
Next, we were escorted to a small lanai that was set up for our practice run. We were given some instructions on how to maneuver the rappel trigger and how to unlock the apparatus should we go too fast causing the automatic locking mechanism to kick in. I was praying my mind would not go blank and I would remember all of the instructions. It was now time for the practice run. No one stepped up so I volunteered to go first. Generally, I don't mind going first. I'd rather get it over with and besides, people give you some leeway if you mess up. As a practice, we were to rappel down about 3 stories so we could get the feel for things. The distance is a fairly small one and standing on the edge you almost fee safe. A fall from that height I guessed would hurt, but would not kill me. Overall, the practice went well. The only difficult part was when he ledge ends and you have to shift from walking down the wall to merely hanging. Of course, my super ungraceful self managed to mess things up and slam into the wall. It was more embarrassing than anything else. I don't think anyone noticed, however. They had their own safety to worry about.
At this point, I was on my own while the rest of the group practiced. I was taken by a volunteer up to the roof. In situations like these I usually set a point of no return for myself, a point where I decide I will succumb to whatever happens and not turn back. There is a saying I am fond of, "don't look back unless you plan on going that way". For this adventure my point of no return was the elevator. Once I got in that elevator, the only way down would be on the exterior of the building, I was not about to ride the elevator back down.
The roof of the Sheraton was a lot different than I expected. It is totally barricaded on the perimeter, so you cannot see off the building. The only time you actually see what you are doing is once you climb the scaffolding set up for the event. Three rappellers were already in decent when I arrived on the roof so I waited to be called to climb up the scaffolding onto the platform. I tried to think of something inspirational to calm my nerves. Something that would encompass the adventure I was about to have. The only thing that came to mind, however, was GOONIES NEVER SAY DIE. From that point on, GOONIES NEVER SAY DIE was my mantra.
They were finally ready for me and I climbed the small ramp and metal ladder leading up to the platform. Standing atop the scaffolding was the most terrifying part of the experience. I was firmly gripping one of the metal poles on the landing as I was tied to the ropes and given further instructions. I briefly imagined a scenario where they would have to pry my hands from the pole, but then I thought of my mantra. Finally, I had to pull myself up and over the railing and lean back into the harness. There was a photographer there to take photos and he instructed me to let go with both hands. Are you crazy I first thought, but after being reassured that it was safe, I complied.
The actual decent was not as bad as I thought it would be. I decided for the first half I would not look down. I would concentrate on the task ahead of me and deal with pulling the trigger. That totally worked. At the half way point I began to get braver. I looked around briefly and was able to make eye contact with the family and friends there to support me. I even went faster. Unfortunately, at one point I went too fast and locked up. I had to signal the guys up top to give me some slack so I could unlock the mechanism. Until that happened, however, I just dangled there.
Eventually I made it to the bottom! I then did a quick interview with the announcer. I was surprised to learn that they had a large number of people logging onto the live stream to watch me. I hope I did not make too much of a fool of myself.
All in all, it was a great experience. I am not ashamed to say I am very proud of myself. It was actually fun and I would definitely do it again. Hopefully next time someone will be waiting at the bottom of the rope prepared to do the truffle shuffle in celebration.
I arrived at the Sheraton at about 9:20. I was given a 10:42 rappel time and instructed to be there an hour early to sign the necessary forms, get geared up and perform a short practice run. Since I was still 20 minutes early I took a peak around the building so I could see some of the rappels that were already underway. In the days leading up to the event, as expected, everyone asked me the same question "are you nervous?" Surprisingly, for the most part, I was not nervous. I had a strange sense of calm about things. When I turned the corner and saw the rappel site, however, I got my first taste of fear. It is one thing to be familiar with the building and imagine rappelling down the side. It is another thing, however, to see a tiny body way up top stepping over the edge and making her way down. The image is akin to taking a plastic toy soldier and dangling it off the top of a refrigerator (and not those small dorm sized ones either). Crap, I thought, what did I do to myself?
Time was a tickin', so I decided to head up to the mezzanine level of the hotel and sign-in. When I got to the sign-in room, there was a panel of about 8 people waiting to give me instructions. Initial this form, fill out this questionnaire, put this name badge on your right arm and this number on your left, give me everything in your pockets, etc... After about 10 minutes everything that I needed to do in room 1 was taken care of. I was then to go to room 2, the staging area where I would be outfitted with all the necessary rappel gear. They were running behind though and the group currently being geared up had not yet finished. I ended up waiting on the lanai with some of the volunteers.
One thing I have to say about the Over The Edge event, their volunteers were super fantastic. Everyone I encountered was very friendly,supportive and informative. I gather that some of the group was from the Special Olympics, others from the rappel company, and they also had a group from the military that were there to assist. I talked to a few of the guys on the balcony who were in the marines and they explained they rappelled frequently as part of their training. Their advice to me, don't look down.
As I waited on the lanai, other rappellers began to show up. It is a strange bond you start to form with people who are about to experience the same fate as you. There was a helicopter engineer, a guy from Queens hospital, an attorney from legal aide (coincidentally, we knew several of the same people), and another couple signed up to rappel simultaneously. As we talked, none of us had a clear reason for signing up to do this. The consensus was more of a why NOT do it. Eventually, room 2 was ready for the 6 of us and we were geared up as a group. Harness, check. Gloves, check. Helmet, check.
Next, we were escorted to a small lanai that was set up for our practice run. We were given some instructions on how to maneuver the rappel trigger and how to unlock the apparatus should we go too fast causing the automatic locking mechanism to kick in. I was praying my mind would not go blank and I would remember all of the instructions. It was now time for the practice run. No one stepped up so I volunteered to go first. Generally, I don't mind going first. I'd rather get it over with and besides, people give you some leeway if you mess up. As a practice, we were to rappel down about 3 stories so we could get the feel for things. The distance is a fairly small one and standing on the edge you almost fee safe. A fall from that height I guessed would hurt, but would not kill me. Overall, the practice went well. The only difficult part was when he ledge ends and you have to shift from walking down the wall to merely hanging. Of course, my super ungraceful self managed to mess things up and slam into the wall. It was more embarrassing than anything else. I don't think anyone noticed, however. They had their own safety to worry about.
At this point, I was on my own while the rest of the group practiced. I was taken by a volunteer up to the roof. In situations like these I usually set a point of no return for myself, a point where I decide I will succumb to whatever happens and not turn back. There is a saying I am fond of, "don't look back unless you plan on going that way". For this adventure my point of no return was the elevator. Once I got in that elevator, the only way down would be on the exterior of the building, I was not about to ride the elevator back down.
The roof of the Sheraton was a lot different than I expected. It is totally barricaded on the perimeter, so you cannot see off the building. The only time you actually see what you are doing is once you climb the scaffolding set up for the event. Three rappellers were already in decent when I arrived on the roof so I waited to be called to climb up the scaffolding onto the platform. I tried to think of something inspirational to calm my nerves. Something that would encompass the adventure I was about to have. The only thing that came to mind, however, was GOONIES NEVER SAY DIE. From that point on, GOONIES NEVER SAY DIE was my mantra.
They were finally ready for me and I climbed the small ramp and metal ladder leading up to the platform. Standing atop the scaffolding was the most terrifying part of the experience. I was firmly gripping one of the metal poles on the landing as I was tied to the ropes and given further instructions. I briefly imagined a scenario where they would have to pry my hands from the pole, but then I thought of my mantra. Finally, I had to pull myself up and over the railing and lean back into the harness. There was a photographer there to take photos and he instructed me to let go with both hands. Are you crazy I first thought, but after being reassured that it was safe, I complied.
The actual decent was not as bad as I thought it would be. I decided for the first half I would not look down. I would concentrate on the task ahead of me and deal with pulling the trigger. That totally worked. At the half way point I began to get braver. I looked around briefly and was able to make eye contact with the family and friends there to support me. I even went faster. Unfortunately, at one point I went too fast and locked up. I had to signal the guys up top to give me some slack so I could unlock the mechanism. Until that happened, however, I just dangled there.
Eventually I made it to the bottom! I then did a quick interview with the announcer. I was surprised to learn that they had a large number of people logging onto the live stream to watch me. I hope I did not make too much of a fool of myself.
All in all, it was a great experience. I am not ashamed to say I am very proud of myself. It was actually fun and I would definitely do it again. Hopefully next time someone will be waiting at the bottom of the rope prepared to do the truffle shuffle in celebration.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
You Might Think I'm Foolish (But Baby It's Untrue)
$1,000 in the tank. It is officially on. I am going to hover 31 stories in the air!! The reality of which is starting to sink in. My apartment building is 9 stories tall, my office building is 23 stories tall. That means I am basically rappeling the distance of the two structures stacked on top of each other. Yikes!! But once I get something in my brain I need to commit to doing it. Like how I got it into my brain it would be a good idea to run 26.2 miles, ride a mechanical bull, jump out of a plane or go to a bootcamp and get yelled at a few times a week. Genius!! This one is a little different though, I'm going to have to sike myself up. So, I started making a mix of uber cheesy rappel related songs to listen to during the coming month. Here is what I have so far:
Baby Hold On- Eddie Money (only as an adult did I realize this song is awesome)
Hanging Tough- New Kids On The Block
Fly Like An Eagle- Steve Miller Band
Living On A Prayer- Bon Jovi
Sponji Reggae- Black Uhuru (only because I can't get this song out of my head)
Too High- Stevie Wonder
Eye In The Sky- Alan Parsons Project
You Might Think- The Cars
Hang On- Teenage Fanclub
Such Great Heights-Iron and Wine (cover)
Crazy- 27 (cover)
One more thing, I got my official rappelling info packet, which indicates once you are in the air you can do what you want. Hang upside down-yes. Dangle in the air-yup. Take photos-sure. They even encourage you to look into the guestroom windows. After thinking about it, any charity that encourages peeping toms has to be cool, right?
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Here Goes Nothin'
So I am pretty sure I did something crazy. Crazy awesome that is. For some reason I got it into my brain that dangling from a rope 31 stories off the ground would be a good idea. Therefore, I have officially volunteered to rappel down the side of a building, the Sheraton Waikiki to be exact. No, the economy has not gotten so bad that I had to take a side job as a window washer! It's for charity. And there is no certainty that this will actually happen. First, I need to raise $1,000 which goes towards the Special Olympics. I started my fundraising efforts about 48 hours ago and am a little over half way there thanks to my family, friends and co-workers. If I can raise the remainder of the money by November 5, 2011, over the edge I shall go. If anyone is interested in donating the link to my fundraising page is below:
http://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/sarahcornell/overtheedgeofwaikiki2011
From what I can tell this will either be completely awesome, or a disaster that completely bites. More to follow...
http://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/sarahcornell/overtheedgeofwaikiki2011
From what I can tell this will either be completely awesome, or a disaster that completely bites. More to follow...
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
NYC Marathon
This past Sunday morning I caught the NYC marathon on television. I don't recall ever seeing a marathon televised before, but hope they keep it up. I had not expected much from the broadcast, my thinking being that running, like golf, is an activity to be performed rather than watched. Happily, I was wrong. It was an emotional roller coaster. Probably the best thing I have seen on TV all year.
My favorite parts:
- Hearing them start each wave of runners off with a gunshot and Frank Sinatra's New York, New York.
- The profiles of some of the athletes. These were akin to those profiles they do during the Olympics, you know the ones that make you feel like a jerk for having indoor plumbing.
- Haile Gebrselassie ("Geb"). Geb is one of, if not THE greatest long distance runners of all time. He holds the current world record for marathon running, which he set by beating his own prior record. Despite his awesomeness he has never run NYC. This was supposed to be his year, if he won NYC he solidifies his greatness. All the other runners knew this, but what they did not know was that he had a swollen knee. As the race started, an elite pack of about 15 male runners keep Geb's pace. A strangely slow pace, but no one seemed to dare challenge Geb. Then comes mile 17, Geb in agonizing pain slows to a walk, then finally stops. He pulls out of the race just before 1st Avenue. The sound and the feel of the crowd at 1st avenue is why athletes want to run NYC. It's supposed to be overwhelmingly emotional and Geb just missed it. Following the race, Geb announced he was retiring from running. Whoa. Pass the tissue...
- Watching one of the Cuban miners run the race (an ice pack on each knee at one point) and cross the finish line. NYC race officials were waiting for him with a medal and the Cuban flag. More tissue please...
Can't wait til next year.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Vake up and Smell Zie Muscles
It's that time of year again, Halloween. One of my biggest annoyances with Halloween is that for some reason many women think of Halloween as a time to wear a costume that is as skimpy as possible. Heather and I went as far left of that as we could. We decided on the old SNL characters Hans and Franz. Hear me now and believe me later, it was a big hit! Although, the young'ins in the office did not know who the heck we were. Oh well.
One more thing, for some reason the most popular comments we get about our costumes are completely out of the blue. When we dressed as tutus, everyone wanted to know where we got our gorgeous muu from. This year, the top comment was: you should cut your hair short, it looks really good. Really? This crazy Davey Crockett look is better than what I got going on normally? Not encouraging...
Monday, October 11, 2010
What you talkin' bout' Haruki Murakami?
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I am not a fan of Haruki Murakami. I read the Wind-Up Bird Chronicles in college and was not impressed. Generally, I thought he was a weirdo. Still do. But now I know he is a weirdo and a runner. For me, the running part kind of negates everything else.
My favorite part of Runner's World magazine is always the final page, the article called "I'm A Runner". Which is an interview with someone of notoriety who happens to run. Even if I don't particularly care for the interviewee (ehem, Sarah Palin) I can still respect the fact that they run and am immensely curious as to why they run, what they think about when the run, what music motivates them, etc. Murakami's memoir is an extended version of that article. It gets repetitive at points, but it is still an enjoyable read if you are a running enthusiast. Actually, if you have enthusiasm for any sport or hobby, you can find enjoyment in the book. It's really more about finding something you love to do and the journey that it takes you on.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Takara Grapefruit Chu-Hi- A Review

I am no alcohol connoisseur or anything, but here is my review of the Takara brand grapefruit chu-hi I recently purchased from Marukai.
This Japanese malt beverage is akin to a light effervescent paint thinner with a twist of grapefruit. More of a dessert beverage, it pairs well with Krylon, Behr or any commercial grade primer. Serve chilled.
Also, there may have been berry undertones and something about tannins. But there were no grapes, so prolly not.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Still Awesome
This video is from 1998, which was before I could legally drink. It is still completely fantastic, but it makes me think several things:
1) Dude, this video is old;
2) Dude, I'M old;
3) Maybe I should get drunk and watch this again. You know, now that the option is available to me.
You gotta love those crazy Finn brothers....
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Honolulu Marathon 2010
Back in June I officially signed up for the 2010 Honolulu Marathon. The special early registration discount for local runners was too good to pass up. As I get older I become more of a sucker for "a good deal". Save about $100 by signing up early? You got me. Uncle. Unfortunately, I am still on the fence about whether I am actually gonna run this year. So I decided to make a pro and con list. Here it is:
Pro: The feeling of accomplishment after running 26.2.
Con: Porta potties
Pro: The starting line. Feeling the nervous excitement of all the runners. Hearing the gun sound and the explosion of the fireworks.
Con: Blisters
Pro: Early morning downtown Honolulu in all of its Christmas time glory. The giant Christmas tree at Honolulu Hale and festive Bishop Square (they decorate the trees with red, white and green lights, which turns the square into a forest of giant cauliflower, broccoli and evil broccoli).
Con: Having to run almost every day from here to the end of November to get where I need to be.
Pro: The crowd of people lining the streets and cheering you on. These people did not have to wake up at 5:00 to stand on the side lines to encourage you. But they did. Because they are that nice.
Con: The heat. My god, the heat.
Pro: Ice cold Gatorade and water soaked sponges right when you need it.
Con: Finding out they serve the Gatorade by scooping it out of what looks to be a giant trash can. And that the sponges are used.
Pro: Playlists! And skipping to Eminem's Lose Yourself to get you through a rough patch.
Con: Ipod dead. Silence.
Pro: The final 200 meter stretch.
Con: The final 2 miles leading up to the 200 meter stretch.
Pro: Picking up the shirt given only to HM finishers.
Con: Picking up the BRIGHT NEON GREEN shirt given only to HM finishers.
Pro: The excitement of the night before.
Con: The feeling of the week after. The feeling immediately after the marathon reminds me of lyrics from the song Accidental Death by Rilo Kiley, "You're lying motionless on your back, And your legs aren't taking anymore requests".
Still undecided. Mainly, it's the porta potties that get me.
Pro: The feeling of accomplishment after running 26.2.
Con: Porta potties
Pro: The starting line. Feeling the nervous excitement of all the runners. Hearing the gun sound and the explosion of the fireworks.
Con: Blisters
Pro: Early morning downtown Honolulu in all of its Christmas time glory. The giant Christmas tree at Honolulu Hale and festive Bishop Square (they decorate the trees with red, white and green lights, which turns the square into a forest of giant cauliflower, broccoli and evil broccoli).
Con: Having to run almost every day from here to the end of November to get where I need to be.
Pro: The crowd of people lining the streets and cheering you on. These people did not have to wake up at 5:00 to stand on the side lines to encourage you. But they did. Because they are that nice.
Con: The heat. My god, the heat.
Pro: Ice cold Gatorade and water soaked sponges right when you need it.
Con: Finding out they serve the Gatorade by scooping it out of what looks to be a giant trash can. And that the sponges are used.
Pro: Playlists! And skipping to Eminem's Lose Yourself to get you through a rough patch.
Con: Ipod dead. Silence.
Pro: The final 200 meter stretch.
Con: The final 2 miles leading up to the 200 meter stretch.
Pro: Picking up the shirt given only to HM finishers.
Con: Picking up the BRIGHT NEON GREEN shirt given only to HM finishers.
Pro: The excitement of the night before.
Con: The feeling of the week after. The feeling immediately after the marathon reminds me of lyrics from the song Accidental Death by Rilo Kiley, "You're lying motionless on your back, And your legs aren't taking anymore requests".
Still undecided. Mainly, it's the porta potties that get me.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Awesome Sighting Of The Day
This morning I spotted a gentlemen, probably in his 50's or 60's, and of some sort of middle eastern decent. His head was shaved bald and he had tied a colorful sports bandanna across his forehead. He wore running shoes and track pants and covered his slightly protruding belly with a Gold's Gym T-shirt. He also sported a well-worn backpack. The awesome part? In his right hand he carried a Trapper Keeper style folder adorned with the most adorably sad kitten face you can imagine.
I'd like to think he is some kind of fitness guru who keeps his business records in his kitten folder.
Totally makes me smile :)
I'd like to think he is some kind of fitness guru who keeps his business records in his kitten folder.
Totally makes me smile :)
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
David Sedaris
Just got tickets to see David Sedaris. Orchestra seats. Third row from the front and right smack dab in the middle.
So excited!
So excited!
Friday, September 11, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Everyone's a Collector
I got my degree in Anthropology with an emphasis in Physical Anthropology. Which basically means many hours of looking at bones. That little bump on the inside of your ankle, that's your Medial Malleolus (that's probably the extent of what I remember).
Anyway, this article that ran over the weekend reminded me of when I visited the Hickam identification lab (then known as CILHI) way back when. The lab does the identification of all recovered remains of soldiers lost abroad. I'm not sure how things are setup now, but back then there was a series of about 6 tables each laid with the remains of what was thought to be a recovered soldier. Essentially, it's a big puzzle. Not only do you need to piece together the fractured remains, but once you do you need to look at the structural indicators on the bones and the overall body to help you identify (in general terms) who you are looking at. Male or Female? How old? What build/stature? etc. They also have a separate odontology department that helps more specifically identify remains when teeth are available. Pretty fascinating to see one of these labs in operation.
The one thing that really stands out in my mind though was not related to the actual identification process at all. Apparently HPD had uncovered a special little find when it had to remove an unstable older woman from her home. What they had found they turned over to the lab. The prize? Several sets of woman's pantyhose filled with patella. Patella is the proper name for your knee cap bones. There were probably between 20 or 30 patella in all. All neatly tied up and organized. Everyone assumed she unearthed them from a graveyard. But you have to wonder. I guess we all have hobbies, some more morbid than others.
Anyway, this article that ran over the weekend reminded me of when I visited the Hickam identification lab (then known as CILHI) way back when. The lab does the identification of all recovered remains of soldiers lost abroad. I'm not sure how things are setup now, but back then there was a series of about 6 tables each laid with the remains of what was thought to be a recovered soldier. Essentially, it's a big puzzle. Not only do you need to piece together the fractured remains, but once you do you need to look at the structural indicators on the bones and the overall body to help you identify (in general terms) who you are looking at. Male or Female? How old? What build/stature? etc. They also have a separate odontology department that helps more specifically identify remains when teeth are available. Pretty fascinating to see one of these labs in operation.
The one thing that really stands out in my mind though was not related to the actual identification process at all. Apparently HPD had uncovered a special little find when it had to remove an unstable older woman from her home. What they had found they turned over to the lab. The prize? Several sets of woman's pantyhose filled with patella. Patella is the proper name for your knee cap bones. There were probably between 20 or 30 patella in all. All neatly tied up and organized. Everyone assumed she unearthed them from a graveyard. But you have to wonder. I guess we all have hobbies, some more morbid than others.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Scents in the City
Really like this article from the NYT.
For me, scent is the strongest sense linked to memory. On my grandma's last trip to Japan she brought back my great grandpa's Yashica camera for my mom. It's older than I am. The first thing I did when I saw it was take a wiff. I realize, totally weird, but I had an overwehlming urge to smell it. He passed away when I was pretty young, but the camera still smells exactly like he did. I got independent confirmation from my mom (who I encouraged to sniff the camera as well) that it indeed carried his scent.
The NYT map is also a great way to determine what areas to hit in the city. Yorkville, yes. Civic Center, no.
For me, scent is the strongest sense linked to memory. On my grandma's last trip to Japan she brought back my great grandpa's Yashica camera for my mom. It's older than I am. The first thing I did when I saw it was take a wiff. I realize, totally weird, but I had an overwehlming urge to smell it. He passed away when I was pretty young, but the camera still smells exactly like he did. I got independent confirmation from my mom (who I encouraged to sniff the camera as well) that it indeed carried his scent.
The NYT map is also a great way to determine what areas to hit in the city. Yorkville, yes. Civic Center, no.
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