There is something special and unusual about this time of year.  I've always loved the Fall; Halloween in particular.  The child in me relishes in any opportunity for dressup and mischief.  However, lately I've thought  more deeply about these feelings and want to share.

The Halloween we know in the USA means costumes, candy, toilet paper and shaving cream to most.  In other cultures the holiday is tempered and is a prelude to the celebration of All Saints' Day.  However, the fact that other, non-Christian cultures and religions have many sacred days during this time speaks to the distinction of this transition from Summer to Winter.

Something else I've noted about the Fall relates to my work.  I am an Orthopedic Surgeon and take ER call at some community hospitals.  Beginning in late September, I see a spike in the number of older folks who break their bones.  Most of the fractures are hip fractures which occur with very little trauma.  It's well-known in my field that a hip fracture is "the harbinger of death,"  meaning that about 30% of older people who have a low-energy hip fracture will die within the year afterwards.  Before people like me were around to fix hip fractures, mortality would be closer to 100% for this population.  

Makes sense:  in the Fall the weaker animals in any society will pass on as they might not survive the tough Winter months.  Humans are animals, after all.  Why shouldn't this rule apply to us?

But I believe there is something more to this.  Our weather right now is not brutal. There's little difference inside the home of the 90 year-old woman between late August and early October.  So why does her hip break now?  What force has called this woman to her death sentence? And does she want to go?

In my yoga studio we have a "focus of the month."  For October we discuss Halloween and it's implications.  The Yogic philosophies, too, bring forward the increased spiritual presence of this time.  We are taught that there are forces larger than us who work with us through our practice and allow us to do things we did not think we could not in our conscious mind.  There are things we cannot see which support and help us.  And, in turn, we as spiritual beings support and help others through the energy we create in our practice.

This season electrifies me.  I feel a vibration in the air that does not exist at other times.  

Are all of these separate things linked?  Yes.  Does the tilt of the Earth during the Autumnal Equinox do something to us that creates this energy?  Do things happen here on Earth for reasons we cannot explain?  I believe so.

The fabric between our tangible, touchable existence and the strong spiritual world becomes thinned during this time.  The spirits that hover around us can touch us and move us to do things we might not be able to do at other times.  These same spirits might be calling to my older fracture patients, telling them to come up and join them.  And some of these ghosts tell us to dress up and eat candy.

Perhaps they are the lucky and blessed ones who are called away from our world at this time.  I know that my Aunt Odette, who died today, is a pure soul whose life was lived in simplicity and innocence.  And she is called to be with her mother and the other nurturing spirits just on the other side of that fabric.  And in my heart I know she is at peace.

Namaste and Happy Halloween.

Last month, my brother was working late and did not attend Burger Club. But our little group has now expanded to include friends from work and from life. In November, Joyce, Trey and Rob join me at J.G. Melon on Third Avenue. I'm biased since these are my favourite burgers in the city. Smaller than those found in many other places, these little gems make up for their size with their incredible taste and texture. The beef is juicy but not greasy, perfectly seasoned and meant to be savored. The J.G. Melon burger is served simply, with pickle and onion. Their chip-style fries are crispy and have just enough potato for a great mouth feel.
Conversation on this day ranges from the lighthearted and fun to somber. We choose a middle name for Rob, who does not have one. We talk about relationships and family. Trey just lost his younger brother in a horrible motorcycle accident in Texas. We discuss loss and grief and how this season magnifies all of these feelings.
This December 21 marks the third anniversary of my mother's death from pancreatic cancer. It's no coincidence that she died on the darkest day of the year. Even now I find myself reaching to call her on the phone to ask her advice or to share good news. She loved hamburgers and I'm sure would have made a fine addition to our Burger Club.

My friend, Helen, is about three weeks into her "name tag" experiement. Every day, she wears a stick-on name tag that reads "Hello. My Name is Helen." She had the idea from a website where a man writes about his doing this for years.

Helen is an outgoing person to begin with. I met her more than 10 years ago when I lived and worked in Philadelphia. We were volleyball partners and became friends. She is an extremely positive, high energy person who brings a smile to practically every situation. The name tag element just adds spice to the pot.

At first, I thought she was nuts. Why would anyone want to look like a lost conventioneer? But she's found that folks are more likely to talk to her and to introduce themselves to her. Her experiences made me think about the first impressions we all make and create about others.

Folks who are on the far end of the spectrum on the quiet side might be viewed as "snobs." The most outgoing people could be seen as brash or overbearing. These behaviors are most likely manifestations of nervous energy; "How do I start a conversation? What do I talk about?" The name tag is a brilliant equalizer here. It creates a sense of comfort and approachability.

I'm eager to learn of Helen's adventures (and misadventures) with her name tag. What are your thoughts?

Thank goodness for nail salons and haircuts. If it was not for those two venues, I would never read Cosmopolitan magazine. Their tagline "fun fearless female" is one I live by, but in general their target audience is a bit younger than I am.

Imagine my surprise when on the subway last night my boyfriend and I are seated next to a pleasant, well-built man who asks me which stop will take him to SoHo. Turns out he is Chris Jones, one of the 2007 Cosmopolitan magazine's "50 Hottest Bachelors." He's from Montana and is here in New York for the magazine launch this month.

We only speak for a couple of minutes. He seems to be an intelligent, earnest guy. He tells us about the fun he's had here in New York, about how surprised he is that he made the top 50. Apparently, some co-workers of his nominated him for the honor.

At the Spring Street station, we get off of the subway and part ways, but not before I ask my boyfriend to snap a photograph of us in front of one of the omnipresent "iPod" billboards. The Cosmo website contains a link so that interested women can write to Chris. Sure, he's a great-looking man (the photos do not do him justice) but from our short interaction I can tell he is much more than that.

Congratulations, Chris. Happy you are enjoying your time in our great city.\
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This week the Women's Sports Foundation held it's 28th annual Salute to Women in Sports at the Waldorf-Astoria in New York.  The mission of this excellent organization is to encourage women to be active in sport or any kind of physical activity.  The group has far-reaching influence over the lives of young people.  They support a number of community programs which give young girls the chance to play sports in their communities. Also, the foundation has assisted individual athletes in their training and competition at higher levels.

I attended the event with friends and mentors from my training years at Mayo.  The evening is an inspiration to men and women alike, as it celebrates the female athlete.

This year, the Rutgers Women's Basketball team received the Wilma Rudolph Courage Award for their overcoming adversity to reach the NCAA finals.  Even after their stunning Cinderella story, they were still judged not on their hard work and incredible achievement, but on their appearance during play.  The now-famous comments by Don Imus (who, despite medial portrayal, is not an evil man; just misguided and insensitive) about their lack of grooming is certainly a wake-up call to all females in competitive jobs or sports.  Imus' comments put a finger on something which is terribly wrpng with the way women are viewed in society.  It sends the message that no matter what we as females achieve through our determination and effort, we will still be judged on our appearance.

So here's to you, Lady Scarlet Knights.  Not only can you teachus all about teamwork, how to play basketball and overcome tremendous odds; you all look gorgeous.  Too bad those evening dresses don't work on the court. 

First of all, there are far worse words that one can use if one has bad feelings about someone. The word itself is rather benign. The Oxford English Dictionary gives the following:
1) a. The female of the dog;
b. The female of the fox, wolf, and occasionally other beasts.
2) a. applied opprobriously to a woman; strictly, a lewd or sensual woman. Not now in decent use but common in literature. In modern use especially a malicious or treacherous woman; of things: something outstandingly difficult or unpleasant ("son of a bitch.");
b. Applied to a man (not common);
c. A primitive form of lamp used in Alaska and Canada.
3) Combinations and attributes, as (sense 1) bitch-puppy, -whelp; (sense 2) bitch-baby, -clout, -daughter, -hunter, -son; bitch-daughter (obs.), the nightmare; bitch-fou a. (Sc.), as drunk and sick as a bitch, `beastly' drunk; bitch-goddess, in William James's phr. (see quot. 1906); cf. success sb. 3.
4) A mining instrument used for unscrewing rods or recovery of broken rods.
verb
1) a. To frequent the company of lewd women;
b. To call anyone "bitch;"
c. To behave bitchily towards.
2) a. To hang back (rare);
b. To spoil, to bungle. Also as "botch;"
c. To grumble, to complain.

Of course, the "lewd or sensual woman" definition is the source of the sexual harassment suit against Isiah. However, my bet is that his use of the word about Ms. Sanders in reality was as a "malicious or treacherous woman."

What does Al Sharpton have to do with any of this? Besides to ride on the coattails of a public spectacle and create more public anger than already exists?

In the late 1980's and 1990's Sharpton's presence was important in bringing justice to Brooklyn gang members who took part in racially-motivated beatings. Sharpton played a critical role in the way hate crimes are viewed and managed in this country. His experience as manager for James Brown gives Sharpton a public marketing angle in trying to raise public awareness. He was instrumental in the 1986 Howard Beach protests when three African-American men were assaulted by a white mob. Sharpton also raised awareness and staged protest in the 1989 Bensonhurst attacks on four African-American teenagers and the subsequent shooting of one of them.

His methods, however, sometimes create more public unrest, anger and violence. It is common for him to accuse his target first in the public eye without having investigated to see if there is validity to his accusation. This type of "trial by press" incites rage and sometimes violence.

Perhaps the most famous of these is the 1987 case of Tawana Brawley, the then 15 year old woman from Wappinger's Falls who fabricated an elaborate racially-motivated abduction and sexual assault. There was glaring evidence that she had not been kidnapped or harmed. In fact, witnesses saw Brawley at parties during the time that she was ostensibly "missing." Under the leadership of Rev. Sharpton, the investigation became a witch hunt against members of the police and local government. Given the nature of the evidence, it is likely Sharpton and his team suspected the abduction was a fake. Yet, they pressed on, harming many innocent people in the process.

The incident did catapult Sharpton's public image and made him the celebrity he is today.

So why does this man now choose largely benign name calling as his rally point for action? Is the use of words like "bitch" and "ho" cause for public demonstration and outrage? Are there so few issues deserving of our attention that we must get riled up over this?

Or is Sharpton merely coasting? He thrives on media attention and seeks it wherever he can find it. But, perhaps our dear Reverend is no longer courageous enough to tackle the larger issues which gave him that celebrity in the first place.

Sad News

Last week I received an email and a phone calll from Tom Shives, my former professor at Mayo who is still a friend and mentor.  "Danny," whose real name is Jared W., had a recurrence of his osteosarcoma a few months ago.  He had to have the leg amputated above the knee.  He underwent more chemotherapy but this time, the cancer did not respond.

Jared  died on July 31, 2007, two weeks after his seventeenth birthday.  He had developed uncontrollable metastatic disease.  This news saddens me more than I can express.

I have spoken with Jared's family and they have indicated that any correspondence or donations to the family can be sent to the attention of Ms. Adeline Smoker, P.O. Box 322, Frazer MT 59225.  ]]>Heroes?http://hesdeadjim.squarespace.com/journal/2007/7/25/heroes.htmlClaudette Lajam2007-07-25T12:27:07ZSelf Improvement cycling sports

Disillusionment has been a common feeling for me of late.  Having recently become involved in the sport of cycling and racing, I look up to those with enough talent and strength to compete in contests like the Tour de France.  This year, two incredible athletes were removed from competition based on suspicion of their use of "banned substances." 

It's unclear to me whether I am supposed to feel outrage at this.  Are the truly awesome performances of these two men attributible only to their alleged  pharmacologic enhancement? Would I be just as inspired to have seen them perform without having used these illicit substances?  Nobody knows. 

The bigger question is whether viewership would be the same if these athletes could not pull off stunning performances and blowout comebacks.  Would anyone watch?  Are we as a World audience so accustomed to superhuman exploits that we no longer care to be reminded of our mortality?

Another recent discovery of mine is the "reality" show Man vs. Wild,  featuring Bear Gryllis, survival expert.  He is dropped off in remote areas and must battle the wilderness, the elements and sometimes wild animals in order to reach safety.  The show touts the fact that Bear does not receive assistance from the camera crew or from others.  He is provisioned only with a canteen, a knife and a flint.  He eats bugs.  He wrestles fish from the ocean and eats them raw.  He wards off bears.  He fends off exhaustion, extremes of temperature and hunger.  Or does he? 

Turns out he stays in motels sometimes during his adventures.  He has assistance with the building of shelters and rafts.  He has more to eat than the flora and fauna of the region.   The media are up in arms about this.

Do I care?  Not really.  Am I still entertained by his adventures? Yes.  Will I continue to view the show?  Of course.  It's a TV show for goodness' sake!  I have little interest in seeing someone freeze to death or pass out from exhaustion in the name of television. 

But where do we draw the line between entertainment and sport?  Is there any such thing as pure sport anymore or has our commercial interest superceded our interest in testing the  limits of unenhanced human power?

Not everybody has the strength of character

 to say no
 

to something he or she truly wants

in order to say yes

to something that truly matters.

 If you recall, my niece, Sophia,  has another doll, "Dolly," who has been with her for almost 2 years.  Dolly no longer has much hair to speak of and she has undergone surgery after a blowdryer, um, incident.  But she is still the favorite of the ever-growing, non-human contingency of companions for Sophia.  My niece has an extensive wardrobe for Dolly, which includes her "borrowing" diapers from my brand new nephew.

 Sparkilina is new.  She is the Gina Glocksen of Cabbage Patch Kids, complete with the shocking red hair stripe.  My niece surely loves her.  She's held a few birthday parties for Sparkilina (we had to bake a cake for each one).

Stories about Sophia and her little friends have given us hours of entertainment.  During our long training rides, my teammates and I talk about everything; cycling, clothes, food, family.  When Sparkilina's name came up, Cassie decided adopt it during the dance-off last night.

Sparkilina the dancer was a big hit!  Congratulations to Cassie and her friends for a fun, successful event.