Thursday, June 23, 2016

A Change of Hobbit

Homo floresiensis, AKA a hobbit.
Miracle Girl: A Change of Hobbit

I must've read at least a half dozen articles about Homo floresiensis when on the news about their discovery broke. In the months to follow, it grew to dozens.

And we're still learning more. And what we've found is further evidence that our lineage was far from immune to the creative whims of natural selection.

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Humpty Trumpty

Miracle Girl: Humpty Trumpty

It must be a heartbreaking time for mainstream Republicans. I'm seeing teeth gnashing portents of doom wherever I go on the internet and in the news.

On the one hand, I'm happy that it looks like campaign of the most dangerous candidate in living memory is imploding even before the GOP convention. But, if the Republican Party shatters after the November election, where will our democracy go from there?

Friday, June 17, 2016

The Times They Are A-Changin'...Again

Miracle Girl: The Times They Are A-Changin'...Again

I've long been a supporter of gay rights and gay marriage. But then I'm a liberal. Yet the revolution of attitudes about LGBT rights hasn't been among social liberals, but mainstream Americans.

Still, the Religious Right hasn't woken to the changes wrought in public attitudes. Unlike my awakening from my coma, they're still living in a state of unconsciousness.

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Democratic Doom

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Miracle Girl: Democratic Doom

Sad to say, the form of democracy practiced by the Etruscans contributed to their culture's extinction. And there's a warning their fate holds for us, handed down from their tombs.

Have I made it clear that I don't like term limits?

Monday, June 13, 2016

June Gloom

Miracle Girl: June Gloom

My mood usually lifts once we start out on our rehab hikes. But not yesterday. Not really. Yes, I always enjoy them, but I couldn't shake the pall that had fallen on me after I read about the Orlando massacre.

The dark cloud has yet to lift, as the names of the dead continue to roll out like the cloud banks over Southern California in June.

But will the pain and anger create lasting change?

Friday, June 10, 2016

The Limits of Term Limits

Miracle Girl: The Limits of Term Limits

I've always been against term limits. That's what elections are for. And people are always in favor of turning the bums out, though they love their own representatives. It's always those others that people want to kick out.

Meanwhile, politician play musical chairs with political offices. Lobbyists gain power from the politicians' inexperience.

And no one has an incentive to plan for the future.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

California: Never the Bride

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Miracle Girl: California: Never the Bride

I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. Something always gets in the way of California mattering in the primary election. Still, it looked like this time it would happen. But first the AP and then New Jersey were determined to steal our thunder.

Once again, the contest was decided before we could make our voices heard.

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In July of 2013, I fell into a six-week coma and nearly died. When I awoke from the coma, I could barely lift my head. It has been a hard road to recovery. The doctors advised my loved ones to give up all hope for my full recovery, but while they were shining lights in my eyes to gauge my level of consciousness, I was telling them grumpily to leave me alone because I was trying to get back to my coma-dream. I was experiencing covert cognition, and the coma-dream was my version of a near-death experience. I'm a skeptic, so I saw surreal images instead of spirits or dead loved ones. According to my research, as many as one in five people with consciousness disorders have covert cognition.

Not a miracle recovery, but a miracle of modern medicine

In 2013 I fell into a six-week coma and nearly died after I contracted legionella. The Legionnaire's disease was in turn triggered by immunosuppression caused by the prednisone I was taking for my rare autoimmune disease, dermatomyositis.

I suffered a series of strokes on both sides of my brain when the sepsis caused my blood pressure to plummet. I fell into a deep coma. My kidneys and lungs began to fail, as my body was began dying one organ at a time. My doctors told my loved ones to give up hope for my full recovery. They expected me to die, and even if I somehow lived, I would remain a vegetable or at best left so hopelessly brain-damaged that I would never be same. But unbeknownst to them, while they were shining lights in my eyes and shaking their heads, I was telling them in my coma-dream--my secular version of a near-death experience--to leave me alone because I was trying to get back to sleep. I was experiencing what is known as covert cognition, the subject of my Skeptical Inquirer article "Covert Cognition: My So-Called Near-Death Experience," which appeared in their July/August issue.

But it wasn't a miracle--despite what so many continue to believe--that I recovered so fully. I owe my life not to God, but the miracles of modern medicine, as well as the nature of the watershed-area brain damage I suffered, as I detailed in my article and in this blog.