warriorsavant: (Composite)
I think the Paw Patrol sticker looks very suave and professional on my shirt pocket. Let's see how many patients notice. Evil Secretary and T noticed, but I hadn't pulled on my lab coat yet. It just peeks out a tiny bit with the coat on.
warriorsavant: (Composite)
Before we went skiing, Nom & I got ski clothes. (The kids already had snow pants and jackets.) Basically very warm clothing that you can actually move around in. At least, that was the plan. Nom found jacket and pants. I managed pants. The jackets, despite being labeled XL, were clearing Vietnamese sizes (which works for Nom, what with her being VN). Although the jackets just about fit me, the arms were too binding. In the end, I used my old field jacket, with two layers of long underwear, both or which were also Army issue. (The theory is for mildy cold, wear the lighter one; for medium cold, wear the heavier one; for extreme cold, wear them both. Sleeping bags have a similar modular concept.) It worked well. There's a reason you often see ex-Soldiers wearing their old field jackets; they're warm, highly durable, and they already own them. Cheap, good, clothing, even if not high fashion. This concept goes back hundreds of years. The reason doormen and such wear what look like old-fashioned military great coats, is that they generally were veterans, and did wear their great coats. Again, practicality, not fashion.

On the fashion side, ravensron used to wear Dad's old Ike jacket, because they look really cool. They were phased out of the Army because they only look really cool if you have a slim waste, and the pudgy REMF's who make the decisions didn't look good in them.

On the practical-but-looks-cute side, when Nom was pregnant with Hedgefund, her 3rd trimester was in winter. One option was to buy a brand-new winter coat that she would wear for 3 months out of her entire life. Not a good use of money. Second option was to wear my old field jacket. Since she's slender, and a head shorter than I; her heavily pregnant, and me in fighting form, were the same size around. Fit her great, nice and warm, highly durable, we already owned it, and she did indeed make camou look cute.
warriorsavant: (Signpost Ft. Benning)
Alone, I’m more into doing than relaxing. I used to spend the first day just walking the downtown of a new city. I might spend 8 hours just walking. Then I’d see all the “sights”. I’d only eat in the best, or at least best-known, places (eg either Michelin-rated or Varsity Hotdog). Big on traveling light. Once went to Europe for weeks? months? and only took 1 flight bag that I packed 15 minutes before leaving for the airport. Three sets of underwear and washed them out in the sink at night. Oddly enough, when I was in the military, often had much more stuff. If I deployed, the Army was big on "making sure you have whatever you need, whatever happens. That means, in additon to field gear and body armor, carried both hot and cold weather stuff. I knew at least one doc who was initially deployed to somewhere very hot (Kuwait?); then got sub-deployed for some weeks to somewhere very cold (mountains of Afghanistan?) Bottom line, a rucksack and 4 duffel bags to go anywhere. What was even weirder, was going somewhere on a long weekend with the Reserves. I'd often need: working (field) uniform with boots, dress uniform with dress shoes, civilian clothing with casual shoes, and PT (workout) uniform with sneakers. All this (including the 4 sets of footware) for 3-4 days. I've been been a fashionista (*understatement*), but this masses of clothing luggage gives me some understanding into that life. This from a man who does own 3 pairs of shoes: all black, slip-ons, not quite identical, but close. (Never used to wear slip-on shoes, but since currently live under Asian household rules, much easier than lace-ups.)
With small kids, travel is still not Relaxing (note capital R). Just much slower. Pick up stuff at a local market supermarket to eat in the room (microwavable). Eat off-hours anywhere decent. If manage one tourist sight before kids crash/meltdown, then we’re doing well. Walk a bit, pushing stroller until kids nap. Much chilling in the room, or maybe poolside. Rinsing shirt in sink. Not underwear. Traveling light... except for all the stuff for kids. At some point it has been 1small suitcase for Nom and I, 2 large ones for kids stuff. And that's not even counting the stroller. Airlines love us. (I tend to head straight for the priority check-in. Maybe they don't like it, but will like 2 hyperactive kids running around check-in even less. They can bill me an extra 25-cents.) This last trip, Hedgefund decided that the ideal mix was 1 large suitcase for her, and 1 for everyone else together. Did I mention fashionista? We convinced her otherwise.
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
We just gave away some baby stuff to friends who are planning a family. ("Planning" is a fraught word, but no matter, the female half was Nom's bff from work.) We'd given away stuff to a neighbor some months back when they had their baby, but this was the first time giving away baby clothes. Nom was all misty-eyed, and I was all "yeah, whatever, let's just get it out of the condo now so one less thing to move"... until I saw Hedgefund's favorite little pink jacket. She only wore it for over half her short life. She still has her favorite little red and white dress, except now it's her favorite little red and white shirt. Mist.
warriorsavant: (Time)

The irony is palpable. The other morning had coffee with my friend who moved to Norway. (No, I didn't have coffee in Norway, she was back in town; doesn't entirely trust the doctors in Norway.) She had on a lovely watch, which I complemented her on, then mentionned that despite being raised in the 19th century, like many people today I used my cell phone as for timekeeping. It was also my highly flexible communications center, in that could phone, text, and email from it. (Highly relevant just then, as got a text from Evil Secretary saying the email was not working at the office (since fixed).) She admitted to the good functionality of it, but pointed out that the watch was on her wrist, whereas I risked leaving the phone somewhere.

 

Then went food shopping with the family, then went to teach. I put said phone on the podium so I could keep track of time. And left it there when I went back to my office. *Sigh.* (Addendum: emailed the admin at the Dean's office who went down and found it for me. Picked it up later that day, exclaiming, "my precious, my precious.")

 

BTW, part of why I no longer wear a wrist watch is that I find them uncomfortable, especially in summer when I'm sweaty. I also tend to always manage to snag it on things. You'd think I'd just wear a pocket watch (like we always used to in the 19th century). However, I don't wear a vest every day, and pants no longer have fob pockets. Well, most pants. The only pants that usually do have such a high-end elegant feature, are (one more minor bit of irony) jeans, the lowest-end, least elegant type of pants.

warriorsavant: (Cafe)
Got a new lining put in my old leather jacket. In the US and other places, leather jackets are for bikers and wannabes. In Montreal, they're for everybody. It's practically a civic uniform. Said jacket is probably 20 years old. The shell is in fine shape, but the lining was falling apart, the material too worn to even patch. Replacing it (tailor in the dry cleaner downstairs from my office) was way cheaper than a new jacket.

Our car is my late father's old Toyota Matrix, which is basically a small station wagon built on Corolla body. I thought it was large, until put two full-sized child seats in the back, leaving room enough for Nom to wedge herself between them only for short trips. I think she'd be more comfortable in one of the child seats. A friend gave me a lift somewhere the other day. He has 3 teenage children, and both a large SUV and a minivan. We were in the latter. I never claimed to be cool in the usual sense (in other senses, I'm the most interesting person I know), but at least I could comfort myself by knowing that I did not, and never would, drive a minivan. Gentle Readers, never say never. A chill wind blew across my soul, knowing that there is likely a minivan in my future. *Sigh* The sacrifices one makes to have children.
warriorsavant: (Composite)
What is the purpose of a doctor wearing a lab coat, you ask? Three reasons: gives you pockets to hold useful stuff (pen, prescription pad, dermatoscope, hand grenade cream), keeps blood off of your shirt and tie (sometimes), and mostly as a badge of office/presenting yourself as a professional in the eyes of the patients.

In an article in a recent journal, patient were asked their preferences of how they would prefer their Dermatologist to be dressed in different situations (eg Medical vs Surgical Dermatology) with the options being business attire (eg suit and tie), professional (eg lab coat), surgical (eg scrub suit), or casual (eg casual). For all situations, patients preferred professional dress; yes, even in modern, increasingly casual America. I'm pleased to see that my beliefs are validated. I've always worn a lab coat with shirt and tie (and yes, pants and socks and shoes, for the smart alecks in the crowd). My idea of "casual" is maybe once/month ditching the tie.

I didn't always do that, although I learned early on in my career. When I started out in practice, I was in the Navy, and I wore my uniform. When I was an intern, I wore either a lab coat over my uniform, or scrubs, depending on what service I was rotating through. That's how all the house staff dressed. When I was in practice in the Fleet and with the Marines, I just wore my uniform (there was a medical crest on the collar). That's how we all dressed. When I first got out of the Navy and was working in walk-in clinics and ER's, I decided not to be one of those dorks who wore a white lab coat. My g.f. at the time was the daughter of a small town GP, and her father never wore a lab coat, and she too made fun of those dorks who did so. What wasn't figured into the equation was that he practiced in a small town, and everyone know he was ole' doc XX. He'd delivered half the town - and their mothers - and didn't need a badge of office ("Badges? I don't need no stinkin' badges."). One day saw a patient in the ER. I introduced myself, did the exam, wrote out the prescription. Then the nurse came in to discharge him, and he asked, "but when am I going to be seen by the doctor?" In his mind, no white coat, no doctor. Easy to make fun of him, but in fact, I was at fault having not presented the image he was expecting, the simple sign saying MD (Me Doctor). I learned (I don't usually learn that fast about social clues, I guess I was having a good day).

I've been preaching the wearing of the white lab coat to students and residents since. Nice to have some office data behind what I say.
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
Hedgefund is able to at least partly dress herself, if you ignore details like putting her pants on backwards. Hey, kids' pants don't have flies, so doesn't really matter. She is even better at undressing herself, since snaps are easier to undo than to close. For some reason, after getting into her 'jamas (with some help), just before going to bed, she takes them off. I put them back on her after she's asleep. I wonder if she thinks there is some sort of Pajama Fairy who comes by and does it? Will that be a feature in a story she writes at some far future date?
warriorsavant: (Wedding/Romance)
There's something I don't understand about women. Okay, there's more than one thing. Frankly, there are a number of things. Well, a lot of things. Okay, I don't understand jack about women, which makes me on a par with every man who ever lived.

Now that we got that out of the way, there's one item came to mind recently that I can't even comprehend understanding. I mean all that other stuff I accept might make sense and be understandable in some parallel universe, but not this one item.

Socks. What's the deal with them? Why are women fascinated by socks? Why are socks regarded as wonderful, romantic presents? And why do women put on socks to go to sleep knowing that after a few minutes they will take them off?

Don't get me wrong, I wear socks. I even have a range of colors. For special use: white for exercising, white kilt hose (to wear with my kilt). For everyday wear: black, a few black with grey highlights, and even one all gray one (hey, I'm a rebel). No: flowers, snoopies, planets, dinosaurs, clever sayings, emoji, or any other such folly. It would be unmanly. If I'm gonna wear those, I might just as well wear fishnets. I could carry it off fishnets and still look manly. But not cutesy socks. I don't do cutesy. But even serious-minded, professional women and business women, who would cut your heart out for daring to suggest they'd like My Little Pony swoon over the thought of My Little Pony socks.
warriorsavant: (Computer-steampunk)
As I was heading out to meet a colleague, I saw a young man in a futuristic-looking silver jacket with a lightning bolt on it, and tights with garters. Say what?

Well, they are filming the latest X-men movie in Montreal. (BTW, if there another generation of X-men, will they be the Y-men? Millennial-persons? Probably not, it will more likely be called X-men Deep Space Nine.) Anyhow, he might have wandered off the set, but they usually don't do that, and besides, at closer look, the jacket looked a bit homemade. Very good for homemade, but not quite big-budget-Hollywood-movie.

Maybe there's a SciFi convention in town that I wasn't aware of? I generally don't pay attention to the "what's happening" section of the local papers, what with rarely reading the local papers.

As I was pondering this, I heard something on the radio about the Gay Pride Parade. Yeah, that was it; he'd wandered off from the Parade.

Hey, maybe it's a combination? Maybe he's part of a new generation of Gay Superheros: Mr. Gay, or the 46XY-men, or Homosexuality Lad. He wouldn't quite be the first. Many of you Gentle Readers already know Low Pressure Lad, who, disguised as [livejournal.com profile] oxymoron67 is a milder mannered blogger for a great metropolitan website. His superpowers include weather control and extreme sarcasm.

Anyhow, beastly hot weather for a parade. Maybe they should have had Low Pressure Lad as an honored special guest. Meeting with colleague was in an air conditioned restaurant; conversation and food both good.
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
We were running errands today. Which is to say, Nom & I were running errands; Hedgefund came along to charm everyone and supervise. We got down to the part of the festivities were Nom was shopping for clothes for Wallstreet. He can use a lot of Hedgefund's, but we want him to have some of his own, and besides, not going to be dressing him in pink. (Yeah, clichéd and stereotyping and all. Tough.) Nom was in seventh heaven, getting to shop and coo about babies. I have mentioned elsewhere my lack of enthusiasm for any shopping that involves anything more than quickly handing over money or plastic in exchange for goods or services. I sat myself down on the floor in a corner and took care of Hedgefund, who by this time was rather sleepy. (Despite being a girl, she has not yet seen the joy of shopping as recreation, much to her mother's distress.) I parked her in my lap, and took out my phone to get caught up on emails. It was cuddly with her sitting there. I had a warm feeling. A warm, wet feeling. Yup, she expressed her lack of joy in shopping by peeing in my lap. The store was quite blasé about it - I think they clean up baby pee - and worse - regularly. I was fairly blasé also. It's amazing how un-fastidious one becomes after having a kid. And I do need new jeans anyhow; just as soon as I can stomach the thought of shopping for them.

Camo

Mar. 4th, 2015 10:56 am
warriorsavant: (Sword & Microscope 1)
In response to widespread popular demand*

20150303 3rd generation Soldier

Really need a shirt that says "If I'm wearing camo, then Daddy dressed me."

I confess the camo onesie was meant as a joke, but then I thought, 'why not?' Looks good on her (says the entirely objective doting, ex-military, Daddy).

Actually, I'm not the only one in the family who ever wore camo; Nom has been known to do so also**


*Well, anyhow, [livejournal.com profile] michikatinski asked.
**Okay, only last year, when she was very pregnant. Wasn't going to go out and buy an expensive winter coat for 2 months of her life when I had some toasty warm, and very large (on her) field jackets. Sorry, don't have any pix of that, but she really looked much cuter in it than I ever did.
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
When my siblings and I were created out of divine will, primordial chaos, or random chance, a normal amount of cleanliness and orderliness was allocated for three people. Was allocated for three, but that doesn't mean we all got an equal share. Ravensron probably has an average amount, but since he frequently is partnered with those who value do not tidiness, not to mention his proclivity to take in strays, he seems substandard on that. WWC has a positive aversion to regularity. When she walks into a room, entropy goes up sharply. I've seen filing systems commit suicide just because of her presence.

I, on the other hand, am the family neat freak. My socks are aligned, my sheets are ironed, my dirt is raked, and I can always find north because the molecules in my body have their magnetic poles all aligned. Perhaps there are some slight exaggerations in that last sentence, but I'm a firm believer in, and practitioner of, "a place for everything and everything in its place." Then Hedgefund happened.

A SMALL BUT NOW-TYPICAL CORNER OF MY HOME )

The odd thing is that babies don't care about all these toys & clothes. They are bought by doting parents, family, friends, and well-wishers for their adult satisfaction. She probably needs about 3 onesies; she has more outfits than Nom & I combined. As for toys, she is happy playing with a piece of paper, waving it about, crumpling it, and tearing it to pieces. She is especially happy so playing with a piece of piece that is an important and valuable document. Or one on which I am trying to write. Or the pen that I'm trying to write with. Or the book that I'm trying to read. Or my glasses that I'm using to read it. Much like a cat (looping us back to the first paragraph), wherever the adult attention is, that must be the most interesting item in the universe, and therefore the thing she wants to grab.
warriorsavant: (Fatherhood (The Cos))
While trying to fall asleep last night, re-read my posts when Hedgefund was born. Got all misty-eyed (and BTW Gentle Readers, thanks for all the kind words). Had to laugh though, when noted that she was too small for even the smallest onesie. However, since she has large paws, I expect she'll grow quite large. Oh wait, that's a puppy. Hedgefund has lovely small hands (which currently tend to grab everything in reach then throw it on the floor). Anyhow, she does seem set to get my height, as at 6 months, she can only fit the 18-24 month onesies, which are the biggest size. {My baby's growing (up). *sniff*}

Maybe onesies are sized kind of the inverse of women's clothing. Women's clothing has been slowly undergoing a size-inflation. "Oh look, I'm still a size-4." Yeah, but 10 years ago, something that big was a size-6 or -8 or size-oxen. To make up for it, they created size-0 (which probably means you don't exist), not to mention double- and triple-0. For babies, they do the opposite; they tell you the onesies are for older babies than they actually are, so parents feel good about "how big my baby's growing."

As for Hedgefund, those long legs will stand her in good stead when she's a super model. Or Olympic Athlete. Or both. Neither of which will be her career, just a pleasant interlude before she goes to medical school and business school, en route to becoming CEO of a Fortune-500 company. But no pressure there, kid. We want you take enjoy life too. Take time out to smell the roses. Mom will put it on your agenda: Mondays 9:00-9:05 AM "smell roses."
warriorsavant: (Fatherhood (The Cos))
Today is her one-month birthday, so we dressed her up in a new outfit.
Click for pic )

The one-month mark is a big deal in Vietnamese culture, so Nom's family came over and had a brief ceremony. Nom's father is very precise about making sure everything is according to Hoyle, and brought all the accoutrements. It's all very symbolic. As best I understand what he was explaining
A few ceremonial details )

Afterwards we all went out to brunch at Spanel, our favorite creperie. It was her first outing in her stroller (partly b/c she's finally old enough, and partly b/c it's finally warm enough). She was very well behaved and enjoyed the crepes and cappuccino very much (which is to say that she slept through the whole thing).

She's added a few more tricks. She can roll over. Totally shocked both of us, more her. If her facial expressions mean anything, she was thinking, "OMG, I'm on my stomach. How-the-heck did that happen?" She's wriggling more too (which is how she accidentally ended up rolling over). I think that the wiggling, like her facial expressions, is aimless at this time. It's more that she's exploring using her body. At some point, she'll connect different actions with results: "hey, if I wiggle like this, I will end up on my stomached, and I want to do that."

She has definitely outgrown a few of her outfits, and sometimes drinks more than one (small) bottle at once. Both of which make us a tiny bit wistful for "the old days." She's growing up (surprise!). Life has now hit a certain steady state. Before everything was all new, now it's a kind of routine. That is not to say it's boring. We're very proud and happy of each moment with her.
warriorsavant: (Fatherhood (The Cos))
Two outings:
   Hedgefund is moving out into the world. Literally. Went out yesterday and today. Parents often make a big deal about having to pack a "diaper bag." To me, that is simple and easy. Must be my Army background: "keep your gear packed and ready at hand, when you have to go, just grab it and go." In this case, diapers, bottles, wipes, etc, not maps and ammo, but same principal.
   First outing was yesterday to the Pediatrician for the 1-week visit. (One week! My they grow up so fast. ^_^) All went well. The Ped made the appropriate noises about how cute she is and growing so well, etc. "I bet they say that to all the parents," but Nom very pleased. I was more pleased that exam was thorough and nothing heinous found.
   Today went to Club Prix. Seems we are now going to need the diapers, wipes, etc in industrial quantities, plus a few other items for general household use. Did she enjoy it? Of course. She's all girl; we were going shopping. (To be honest, she mostly slept through the experience.)
   Bottom line, managed to get her around locally and none of us died from it. Strangest thing was Nom getting into the back seat. Kept almost telling her to get into the front, then catching myself b/c of course she is getting into the back next to Hedgefund.

Clothes horse to be:
Hedgefund is rather small. Don't know if she'll get my height eventually, but for the moment, she has Nom's lovely petite frame. This is all fine and well, but even the smallest sized baby clothing is a bit too big for her. She squirms out of the arms and legs and gets tangled up. Maybe she's a future nudist*. Nom loved shopping for baby clothes for her, but we're fine with mostly having used clothes from family and friends. When she's older (girl? preteen? teen?) maybe she'll be all girly and Nom can enjoy going shopping with her. On the other hand, maybe her adolescent rebellion will be becoming a Tomboy. It's all good.


*LaJ, before you decide to celebrate, gotta warn you, she hates Led Zeppelin.
warriorsavant: (Infantry haircut)
When I was first on Active Duty with the Marines on Okinawa, camouflage had recently come in as standard for field uniforms (as opposed to the prior Olive Drab). When I got back to the US, there was a "fashion" of camouflage pattern clothing. I admit that it looked as better as tight jeans on a hot young women than as baggie pants on me, but I couldn't help but be a bit contemptuous. Wearing cammies as fashion statement? Oh puh-lease!

However, I am adjusting my view on that lately. "Someone," who is rather pregnant at the moment, no longer fits into her coat. The only thing that fits her is my old camouflage field jacket. It's fairly warm (not on a par with her top-of-the-line Canada Goose coat, but warm enough right now). It's an permissible as a fashion statement if it's your boyfriend's old field jacket (as opposed to paying way too much money in a boutique). Have to admit it looks way sexier on her than it does on me.
warriorsavant: (Me-cafe)
Just saw a cute little 3 year old. (Yeah, I've been getting gushy about kids past few months. Wonder why?) She was very good about holding still for something, and afterwards mom said they'd go out for a hot chocolate. (Hey, I did the work, how come I don't get the hot chocolate?) She thought a minute, and said "I'd rather have coffee."

I usually wear a tie to work (yes, I'm a dinosaur), but once in a while I walk on the wild side and don't (even we dinosaurs have our rebel moments). The other day, was thinking of going bare, but said to myself to stop being lax and wear it. Should have listened to that little voice that said not to wear it. Met Nom for lunch at an Indian restaurant for Thali plates, and promptly dipped my tie into the lentils. I jerked it back, and scattered lentils (and sauce) everywhere, including all over my shirt. Maybe I'll have to start keeping a spare tie in the office too. (And maybe spare pants for when I leave the house not noticing the baby puke on the pair I'm wearing.)

T-Shirts

Jan. 6th, 2014 07:19 pm
warriorsavant: (Couch camouflage)
T-Shirts. Mine seem to have multiplied. They used to fit neatly into the space I had for them. (Since you asked: 5th closet shelf, right-hand side, each folded into quarters, not that I'm hyper-organized or anything.) Now they don't. When Nom moved in, I did repatriate the few T-shirts I'd left at her place, but that was only 2-3.

Maybe that's what happens to the socks that go missing - they metamorphosize into T-shirts, or perhaps just some sort of exchange program like a junior year abroad in University. Or maybe a reverse burglar broke in and left me extra T-shirts. Any way, it's weird. Tried to report it to the Department Domestic Stuff, Division of Weird Occurrences, Section on Underwear and Lingerie, but got left on hold too long.
warriorsavant: (Sword & Microscope 1)
I noticed I had a stain on my shirt cuff, so during our lunch break, I took of the shirt and used a stain remover pen on it. (Those things are great to have around.) Evil Secretary asked why I had my shirt off.
"Thought I'd go casual today."
"Yeah right, you don't even go without a tie."

I figured as long as I had the shirt off, I might as well take all the junk out of my pockets, take my shoes off, and weigh myself ("slim and lovely," since you asked).
ES: "If you take your pants off too, I'm out of here."
Me: "Okay, I'll stop here, but post a sign 'no shirt, no shoes no service'."

Was properly attired by the time patients came in after lunch: stain-free shirt, shoes, necktie, labcoat, crown and sceptre.

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