<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35518889</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:11:25.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yellow curtains</title><subtitle type='html'>an amalgamy of thoughts and degrees of madness</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowcurtains.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35518889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowcurtains.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>andytiedeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627229488485844285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35518889.post-8482799860069011471</id><published>2006-11-21T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T18:52:12.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Laughing Matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6569/4335/1600/DSCN0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6569/4335/400/DSCN0206.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Howdy y'all... this here is a piece I just put together and am planning to submit to a few places including Dodingdiabetes.org and Cozmore.com. I wanted this to be both silly (freakin funny) and informative, so enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;My name is Andy Tiedeman; I  am 25 years old and have had type I (juvenile) diabetes for over 12  years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;      &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;It  doesn’t seem all that long ago that I took a late night trip to the  emergency room at Children’s hospital and was told by a doctor with  a half-smile that I either had diabetes or someone had switched my blood  sample with blueberry syrup. I remember laughing at that and figured  that he was joking, what a comedian. Earlier that evening my family  and I had gone out to a local diner and I had already decided in advance  that I would order a chocolate milkshake. I had an upset stomach on  the way to the diner and so we had headed home instead and finally to  Children’s hospital. How long, I asked the doctor, until I could get  out of here and get that milkshake. Well, he said, you’ll be here  for at least another day, and as for the milkshake, that will have to  wait a bit longer. How much longer, I asked, a few hours, a few days?  No, he said, more like a few months, or quite possibly a few years.  He said I would have to learn how to balance my body’s blood sugar  levels first by using insulin injections and that it would take time  before I could eat something with that much sugar. He said that from  now on I would have to limit the sweets and other carbohydrates that  I ate to be based on the amount of insulin I was taking. You’re joking,  I said, no one person could do such a balancing act on a daily basis  for every meal that they ate. No, he said, if I was joking I would have  said that a horse walks into a bar and the bartender asks why the long  face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;      &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Okay,  so maybe that’s not exactly what happened the day that I was diagnosed,  but the important thing that I remember is how ridiculous the whole  experience felt. Here I was a confused twelve year-old barely able to  pass algebra 1 and all of a sudden I was saddled with the responsibility  of having to measure ratios of insulin and carbohydrates just to drink  a glass of milk or eat a piece of toast. The difficulty of measuring  insulin to carbohydrates on a day-to-day basis is why I am so excited  to start treatment using a device called the &lt;a href="http://www.cozmore.com/"&gt;CozMore&lt;/a&gt; insulin pump. An  insulin pump is a small mechanism about the size of a cell phone that  delivers insulin via a plastic catheter placed underneath the skin.  The CozMore, made by Smiths Medical, has the ability for the user to  input the carbohydrate amounts either manually or by using the on-board  food database and the user’s blood sugar levels and, based on this  information, calculates and delivers the required amount of insulin.  Advances such as this give hope to people with diabetes like me who  think that a brain freeze from a chocolate milkshake is bad enough,  never mind a headache from the math!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cozmore.com/ImagesUpload/3pumps_animation.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 210px;" src="http://www.cozmore.com/ImagesUpload/3pumps_animation.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35518889-8482799860069011471?l=yellowcurtains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowcurtains.blogspot.com/feeds/8482799860069011471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35518889&amp;postID=8482799860069011471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35518889/posts/default/8482799860069011471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35518889/posts/default/8482799860069011471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowcurtains.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-laughing-matter.html' title='No Laughing Matter'/><author><name>andytiedeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627229488485844285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35518889.post-2091414882052754768</id><published>2006-10-12T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:27:40.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6569/4335/1600/5b_1_b.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6569/4335/320/5b_1_b.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, let me explain the origins of this fine blog... The name comes from a poem I wrote some time ago, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yellow curtains set ablaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like contrary emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set slightly out of phase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they twist and turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bend and fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like elderly people lost in a mall"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35518889-2091414882052754768?l=yellowcurtains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowcurtains.blogspot.com/feeds/2091414882052754768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35518889&amp;postID=2091414882052754768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35518889/posts/default/2091414882052754768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35518889/posts/default/2091414882052754768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowcurtains.blogspot.com/2006/10/mathematical-mind.html' title='blazing'/><author><name>andytiedeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627229488485844285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35518889.post-116000346877080152</id><published>2006-10-04T18:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:45:59.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>diamond sutra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6569/4335/1600/country12-front.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6569/4335/400/country12-front.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wednesday people, its hump day now so get your &lt;a href="http://www.moonamtrak.org/"&gt;arses&lt;/a&gt; in gear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm new to this here blogging thing but since I'm up I wanted to share some shocking news about our friends &lt;a href="http://www.stereogum.com/archives/003505.html"&gt;Screech&lt;/a&gt; (aka Dustin Diamond) and Mike D (is your name Michael Diamond? nah, my name's Clarence... aka &lt;a href="http://www.beastiemania.com/whois/country_mike/"&gt;Country Mike&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to clear the air of another urban legend now people, the fraternal bond many had assumed existed between these 1980s icons is just that I'm afraid... a myth. Ch-ch-check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Diamond, a.k.a. Mike D (born November 20, 1965), is a founding member of New York hip hop trio the Beastie Boys. Mike D raps, sings punk rock, and plays drums alongside fellow members Adrock and MCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike D was the founder and president of Grand Royal Records, the Beastie Boys' own record company. Along with the Latch Brothers, Mike D created the soundtrack for Jet Set Radio Future for Xbox. He appeared on the U.N.K.L.E. album "Psyence Fiction" in 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He attended Vassar College in Poughkeepsie, New York for six months. It is rumored that he was expelled after throwing a keg from the 9th floor of Jewett tower. It is the common consensus that this is a myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike D. is married to Tamra Davis, director of the film Half Baked starring Dave Chappelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to the persistent rumors, Mike D. is not the elder brother of Dustin Diamond, better known to most as Screech from "Saved By The Bell".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lizard_people"&gt;Lizard People&lt;/a&gt;... the vote is still out on that one it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Later taters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/415/3954/1600/Reptoid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/415/3954/320/Reptoid2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35518889-116000346877080152?l=yellowcurtains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowcurtains.blogspot.com/feeds/116000346877080152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35518889&amp;postID=116000346877080152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35518889/posts/default/116000346877080152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35518889/posts/default/116000346877080152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowcurtains.blogspot.com/2006/10/diamond-sutra_04.html' title='diamond sutra'/><author><name>andytiedeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627229488485844285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
