Saturday, May 28, 2005
Hat saves impaled man from bleeding to death
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(thecouriermail.com.au)
BIGGENDEN farmer Keith Weinholz can thank his trusty hat for saving his life.
When his neighbour's cow kicked out and sent a 2m drafting stick spearing through his throat and shoulder, puncturing his jugular vein, it was the string and toggle from Mr Weinholz's Akubra that stopped him bleeding to death on the spot.
"The stick took the hat string with it and the toggle," said Mr Weinholz yesterday as he resumed light chores around his Boompa property, west of Maryborough.
"It (the toggle) went against the jugular vein and blocked the blood flow."
The accident happened on February 7 this year as Mr Weinholz, 66, helped draft a neighbour's pet Brahman-cross cow from calves in a small yard.
"As I reached through the rail, she must have been a bit anxious and she kicked out behind and my stick came flying back at me."
The stick pierced his throat, damaging his vocal cords, penetrated his rib cage and punctured a lung.
Mr Weinholz said he was conscious the whole time and remembers being given relief for the excruciating pain when an ambulance officer arrived.
His condition was so serious that the Energex rescue helicopter flew a retrieval team to Bundaberg from Brisbane to accompany him to the Royal Brisbane and Women's Hospital for surgery when the stick was removed.
He spent nine days in intensive care followed by stints in Bundaberg Base Hospital and then Biggenden hospital where physiotherapy was started to try to get his voice back. He is still a bit husky and still suffering the physical effects of his brush with death, including slivers of wood in his healing wounds, but reckons he's "getting along okay".
Mr Weinholz said he had been able to resume one of his favourite past-times - dancing with his wife Audrey.
And he still has that lucky hat.
"Although it's missing a bit of the string," he said.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Stem-Cell Research: Immoral and Unnecessary
I don't know a lot about stem-cell research, and I'm not sure what baby embryos have to do with discovering cures for diessaes. Although I have heard that stem-cells taken from livng adults are just as, if not more, effective than stem-cells taken from embryos. I do know that destroying life at any stage, even an embyonic stage, is murder, and if stem-cell research involves murder, then it's wrong.
I don't care if the end purpose is to save life. You're destroying life in the process---the opposite of what you say is the purpose. What if they discovered that blood sucked from one-year-olds is effective as a cure from cancer? Would people be supporing that? You bet not! Why? Because it's obvious that life is being destroyed in the process. Even though it's not as obvious, the embryos in stem-cell research are just as alive as a one-year-old baby. Besides, if adult stem cells are just as effective, why do we even need to involve embryos?
The bottom line is that I don't know very much about stem-cell reserach, but I know that it's wrong, and I support Bush's threat to veto the bill.
Edmond the Hun
More Opposition to Hardee's Commercial
Again, to contact Hardee's, go to: http://www.hardees.com/info/contact/ to ask them not to show this commercial.
Edmond the Hun
Current Events: Israel and Palestine
Mr. Bush, don't force Israel to give up more land that's not theirs. It will not cause peace. Radical Islamic groups are still sworn to wipe all of Israel off the map. Don't help them by wiping out part of it.
Edmond the Hun
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Strange News: the Piano Man
Unnamed guy shows up at a hospital wearing a soaked suit and tie, not saying a word. They take him in, check up on him, and he's physically generally alright, but he still won't say a word. They give him pencil and paper, and he draws a detailed sketch of a grand piano. They show him a piano, and he sits down and plays classical music for two hours. In six weeks, he still hasn't said anything and all he's done is play classical music on the piano. he seems vulnerable and agitated, and has even cried some, as if he has been through some great trauma. Almost like he lost all his memory, except for playing the piano...
Where did he come from? What happened to him? More importantly, why was his suit and tie soaked? This is like something out of a modern thriller...
Edmond the Hun
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Sex or Burgers: What Is Hardee's Really Trying to Sell?
I love Hardee's Thickburgers, and their loads of calories and fat. They are a little expensive, but they're delicious and large and filling! But sex and burgers are incompatible. Besides, even from a marketing standpoint, I don't see how they think this is going to help their sales. Young men aren't gonna see the commercial and go, "Wow, I wanna eat a new Thickburger cuz Paris Hilton was eating one." No, they're just gonna stare at her. If anything, she's a distraction from what they're really trying to sell: the burger. 'Course, who said the point of the commerical was to sell the burger anyway?
Click here to tell Hardee's to stop selling sex and return to the burgers.
At any rate, Hardee's is losing any respect and integrity I had for them. I still love their burgers, but there may come a point where I cannot support them. At least I don't go there often enough to worry about that yet.
Edmond the Hun
Troubled Writers - Another One Bites the Dust
Anyway, it's happened again. Some new dashing 33-year-old writer, Tristan Egolf, committed suicide last Saturday. His first novel caused critics to favorably compare his style to William Faulkner and John Steinbeck. Now I never heard of him while he was alive. But the point is: He was another writer, and he was another troubled writer.
I just can't figure out what writing novels has to do with living unhappy lives (or ending them)! It bothers me. Especially because I want to be an author. But more so because I love rationality and logic, and irrational things just bother me. If I had time I would research the lives of all these writers and isolate their forms of unhappiness. Some forms of unhappiness are unrelated to their actions---their parents dying, for instance. Some forms are related to their actions---getting drunk, or committing suicide. And of course there are many writers who didn't live such strikingly unhappy lives. But there are still too many that did.
I'm sure there's a logical reason for it. But until I figure out why, just memorize this axiom: Writers live unhappy lives.
I still want to be a writer, though. Now you know I'm crazy.
(Source: www.charlotte.com)
Edmond the Hun