Needs facial features. Halo = Young Jack F
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Friday, April 29, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Invention for getting the grocery dividers to the back of the conveyor, where they're needed
Invention for getting the grocery dividers to the back of the conveyor, where they're needed, originally uploaded by dumbeast.
This invention is mine and it belongs to me because I invented it my self, by me.
Stupid Fucking Broken Root Canal Tooth
Stupid Fucking Broken Root Canal Tooth, originally uploaded by dumbeast.
Dying cat
And a tooth extraction
I can't get no
Satisfaction.
#DidntIJustGoThruThisLastYear? #ISayBooToThat #MiddleAgeSucks
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Ray On the Roof :(
That's the last time I cheap out and use ketchup rather than blood to mark the door.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
This Cloud
...used to be shaped like a Julia Set, but I was on the F-Train, and we rode past a building, and by the time the cloud had reappeared, it wasn't anymore, but I took a picture of it anyways.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
Who's on First Fast
Who's on First Fast a video by dumbeast on Flickr.
Monday, April 04, 2011
RocketGirl
Somebody heteronormative for RocketBoy to play with. Crochet nylon cord, Barbie head. For Adam Green.
Saturday, April 02, 2011
what r4th5e sa5d [What Ruthie Said]
B KNXJHU98UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUBut that's not all. This morning, I tried to type "what ruthie said". But what appeared onscreen was "what r4th5e sa5d". I figured my keyboard had somehow gotten cat-butt knackered. I wanted to look up my warranty and see about getting it fixed, but as some important keys seemed to be out of commission (u=4, i=5) it was going to be hard to search & navigate. An online chat with the Geek Squad seemed to be out of the question. I decided to see what other keys were compromised. Typed out a keymap:
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUU//06191N
`123456789/-=A metaphorical lightbulb flickered on. Those numbers looked like a familiar pattern. I eventually discovered the numlock configuration (she must have simultaneously hit Fn and F11), and toggled it off.
qwerty456*[]\
asdfgh123-'
zxcvbn0,.+
I'm thinking that maybe Ruthie shouldn't be allowed on the keyboard any more. That'll be an interesting project. Cat doesn't really understand the concept of "no."
Thank you for Everything
Photo by Meghan Forsyth
Lord, I can be such a shit-heel.
Michael came to HAP in January 2010, referred by his therapist at South of Market Mental Health. I did his Intake, and immediately recognized him as one of our clients. Very paranoid, schizophrenic and druggy. Long history of suicide attempts. “I don’t abuse substances, I experiment.” Big anger and violence issues—“My friend wouldn't let me borrow his gun. I would have done it right, with a silencer.” He said he had an active SSI case at Recon, and we decided to help him.The next week, after inquiring at SSA, we learned that his Recon had been denied the previous month. His next step in the process would be to appeal that decision before an Administrative Law Judge at the San Francisco Office of Disability Adjudication and Review. As our office normally only handles initial applications and first appeals (Reconsiderations), I referred him to a private attorney who does that kind of work, made sure that he knew how to get to her office, and wished him well. I was kind of sorry to see him go. I liked the little dude. I would miss him.Seven months later, Michael showed up at our office. I tried to put him off until the next day, as it was Tuesday afternoon. We do intakes on Tuesdays, and it had been hellish. He was insistent though, so we went to my desk. He told me that his attorney had fired him, and his hearing was coming up the following Wednesday. He said that he had gotten upset in his lawyer's office, he might have pounded on a desk with his fist. She told him that she couldn't work with him any more. Since then, he'd been 5150'd, and he brought the hospital record to show me.I called his attorney. Her story was a little different. She said that Michael hadn't been compliant with treatment, his doctor was unsupportive of his claim, she just didn't have anything to build a case on, and felt that she had to withdraw. I asked her if she'd mind if I went to the hearing with Michael. I hate to send him in there all alone, and what could it hurt? She had no problem with that. She'd be interested to hear how it worked out.The following Wednesday, we met at the Office of Adjudication and Review. I had about ten minutes to go over Michael's case. I submitted the evidence of the 5150. The hearing started. The judge took his time, elicited Michael's story from him. Grew up in Nevada with his uncle's family, was sent to the Philippines for a while when he got too hard to handle, lived with another uncle there. Never worked. Judge Riety had spent some time in the Philippines himself, and could relate with Michael on that level, was able to verify his story against his experience there. He could see how disabled Michael was, wanted to grant his claim, but was bound by Social Security's rules about documenting disability. Michael didn't have any evidence that his insanity wasn't purely drug fueled. Social Security demands that a claimant's conditions be disabling regardless of substance abuse. I asked the judge to keep the record open for six weeks so that Michael could get into a treatment program where he'd have no access to street drugs, get some clean drug tests under his belt, and still come up (I was confident) stone crazy I mean psychologically disabled.For the next few weeks, his caseworker at The Treatment Access Program (TAP) Mental Health Central Access, his therapist at South of Market Mental Health, a social worker at Asian American Recovery Services -- Project Adapt and I worked together to get Michael into residential treatment. Given the limited capacity of public health resources and Michael’s reluctance to give up the freedom he had on the street, it was slow going. Before anybody would talk to him, he had to get out to SF General for a TB test, wait three days, and go back to have it read. We’d get him an intake interview somewhere, and he’d balk at not being able to smoke. “I don't wanna go to that place. They didn't like my attitude. Then I ran out onto the freeway, but the cars stopped and wouldn't hit me, ha-ha-ha-ha?”. Eventually we got him a slot at Robertson Place, a residential drug treatment program across the street from Golden Gate Park.Michael liked it there, mostly. When I spoke to him on the phone, he told me enthusiastically about the “flummingbirds” in the garden outside his room. I was working with his counselors there, making sure that they understood what kind if evidence we needed to show the judge. I went to visit him one rainy Friday in November, but he had been taken to the hospital that morning because of an overdose of psych meds that he’d somehow gotten his hands on. I’m sure it isn’t the case that they have a big bowl full of risperdal tablets in the day room with a sign that says “Be Nice.. Just Take ONE!” He was eventually 86’d from the program for an incident involving a cheese knife and a hole punched in a wall.Back on the street, Michael struggled to comply with his sobriety. He got a psych eval in December at South of Market Mental Health which I forwarded to the judge. He kept going in to get his urine tested and coming up clean. In January, out of the blue, I got a call from ODAR. Michael received a fully favorable decision, and should start receiving checks next month. He was overjoyed when I told him. I sat him down, and we called his old lawyer to thank her for the help he received from her on his case.Michael is trying to find housing. I haven’t actually told him that he can stop getting tested for drugs. He seems to be doing so much better sticking to that regimen. He’s still in treatment, and Medi-Cal is now picking up the tab.
Friday, April 01, 2011
Bongo Burger
in Berkeley. Hi, Bruce (Bursten). An earlier version of this joint figured into Bruce's Highschool Math Camp, if I'm remembering that correctly.
Penzias
From Bell Labs "The Big Bounce", a short film about the Echo 1 satellite, 1962. isn't this the horn that Arno Penzias and Robert Wilson were using when they discovered the Cosmic Background Microwave Radiation in a couple years later?
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