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captainsblogOur church just ran its first blood drive in, far as anyone knows, forever.
An' we hepped!
Initially, with a donation. The Red Cross ran the one our Pastoral Assistant set up; I've been going with the Other Suckas in recent years, and these guys seem to have the screening procedure more streamlined- you do the questions on a laptop, so they don't have to read your handwritten chickenscratch or re-ask them all over again. The actual donation was quick and painless, and the after-snacks were om nom nommier.
Then I worked greeting the incoming donors for the last two hours. The techs outnumbered the donors and hosts at all times, and barely missed matching the total headcount for the four-hour day. We got 11 units out of the whole thing, which isn't much but, (a) as the charge nurse told us, the average for first-time donation sites is seven, and we'll be doing this again; and (b) as a starfish on the beach once said, it made a difference to the recipients of those 11 units.
Only downer is I forgot to leave with my lousy t-shirt. Contrary to some reports, it was not a red shirt, so even if I'd remembered it, I still could've beamed down to the planet's surface later this afternoon.
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Since I spent the whole two-hour downtime mostly spamming Facebook, I won't repeat any of those goofy stories here. Suffice it, there's plenty of stupid to go around in the world.
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I keep forgetting to mention how much I enjoy getting within range of WRUR when I'm heading east of here. Between their own local free-form programming ("Open Tunings" after the Morning Edition simulcast ends at 9, then the "All-Weather Lunch" after that) and their carriage of NPR music stuff that our locals won't carry, mainly World Cafe in the afternoons and Mountain Stage on the weekends.
From those, I've heard some amazaling things in the past few days. One is a group called Boy With A Fish, which is Ithaca based and formed mostly from the remaining members of the longtime band from down there called the Horseflies. Later, I discovered that Aimee Mann has done some collaborating with Death Cab for Cutie's Ben Gibbard. Here, have some:
Bigger Than Love; Scroll down; damn Java won't let me link to the audio clip:P
Then, the other day, they highlighted the most recent Chieftains Make Music With Everybody album. We've loved their stuff with the likes of Nanci Griffith and Roger Daltrey from years past, but their latest compilation, Voice of Ages, contains this collaboration with The Decemberists, called "When the Ship Comes In."
Maybe when the Magliazzis' dipsticks finally fall off, we'll have some time slots and money for a couple of these programs.
An' we hepped!
Initially, with a donation. The Red Cross ran the one our Pastoral Assistant set up; I've been going with the Other Suckas in recent years, and these guys seem to have the screening procedure more streamlined- you do the questions on a laptop, so they don't have to read your handwritten chickenscratch or re-ask them all over again. The actual donation was quick and painless, and the after-snacks were om nom nommier.
Then I worked greeting the incoming donors for the last two hours. The techs outnumbered the donors and hosts at all times, and barely missed matching the total headcount for the four-hour day. We got 11 units out of the whole thing, which isn't much but, (a) as the charge nurse told us, the average for first-time donation sites is seven, and we'll be doing this again; and (b) as a starfish on the beach once said, it made a difference to the recipients of those 11 units.
Only downer is I forgot to leave with my lousy t-shirt. Contrary to some reports, it was not a red shirt, so even if I'd remembered it, I still could've beamed down to the planet's surface later this afternoon.
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Since I spent the whole two-hour downtime mostly spamming Facebook, I won't repeat any of those goofy stories here. Suffice it, there's plenty of stupid to go around in the world.
----
I keep forgetting to mention how much I enjoy getting within range of WRUR when I'm heading east of here. Between their own local free-form programming ("Open Tunings" after the Morning Edition simulcast ends at 9, then the "All-Weather Lunch" after that) and their carriage of NPR music stuff that our locals won't carry, mainly World Cafe in the afternoons and Mountain Stage on the weekends.
From those, I've heard some amazaling things in the past few days. One is a group called Boy With A Fish, which is Ithaca based and formed mostly from the remaining members of the longtime band from down there called the Horseflies. Later, I discovered that Aimee Mann has done some collaborating with Death Cab for Cutie's Ben Gibbard. Here, have some:
Bigger Than Love; Scroll down; damn Java won't let me link to the audio clip:P
Then, the other day, they highlighted the most recent Chieftains Make Music With Everybody album. We've loved their stuff with the likes of Nanci Griffith and Roger Daltrey from years past, but their latest compilation, Voice of Ages, contains this collaboration with The Decemberists, called "When the Ship Comes In."
Maybe when the Magliazzis' dipsticks finally fall off, we'll have some time slots and money for a couple of these programs.
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Date: 2012-12-09 02:28 pm (UTC)http://youtu.be/utkMQJeiK50
The Magliazzis now practically have their own channel on XM Satellite. It's Bob Edwards all the morning and the Tappet Brothers all afternoon.