Stanford University identifies one causal chain for Sudden Onset Cardiac death after getting the Clot Shot

The Mainstream Media told us that sudden heart attacks after the clot-shot were all in our imagination.

Stanford is a first-tier University. So far, I have not seen this reported in the Mainstream Media.

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Stanford Medicine investigators have unearthed the biological process by which mRNA-based vaccines for COVID-19 can cause heart damage in some young men and adolescents.

...the researchers identified a two-step sequence in which these vaccines activate a certain type of immune cell, in turn riling up another type of immune cell. The resulting inflammatory activity directly injures heart muscle cells, while triggering further inflammatory damage.

One rare but real risk of the mRNA-based COVID-19 vaccines is myocarditis, or inflammation of heart tissue. Symptoms — chest pain, shortness of breath, fever and palpitations — appear in the absence of any viral infection. And they happen quickly: within one to three days after a shot.

(Not all who have these symptoms die) 

Vaccine-associated myocarditis occurs in about one in every 140,000 vaccinees after a first dose and rises to one in 32,000 after a second dose. For reasons that aren’t clear, incidence peaks among male vaccinees age 30 or below, at one in 16,750 vaccinees.

Translated, approximately 1/3 of the men have a 6/100k chance of developing cardiac disease after taking the shot. I used cases-per-100k because that is the standard unit for reporting mortality data. 

Pruning notes, mice and a Christmas toy idea

 

A pear tree after pruning on the left. An unpruned apple tree on the right.

I grafted four branches last spring into the pear tree and this year I pruned out nearly all of the growth that was NOT from those grafts.

The down-sized bucket-o-mice.

It is in a pole-barn that is cat-proof but not mouse proof. I wanted to prove that the smaller size could still work and that the mice could not hop out.

The peanut butter bait flaked off in the cold weather. I will spread the peanut butter on a strip of gauze and wrap that around spinner-bottle.

A new toy for Quicksilver

Quicksilver really likes Grandma's "Bissell".

She will be getting her very own this Christmas.

That is a lot of money for a 3 year-old's toy but I am willing to spend extra for tools that get used.
 

Priorities, priorities, priorities.

 

Kudos to University of Michigan for doing "the right thing" even when it is painful and inconvenient.

The University of Michigan fired their head football coach after an internal investigation revealed that he was having "an inappropriate relationship" with a staff member. It comes at an inconvenient time as the team prepares for a highly anticipated bowl game. 

Having a sexual relationship with somebody underneath you in the organization chart is considered de facto sexual discrimination for two reasons.

Due to the imbalance of power, the partner who is lower on the org-chart is under some level of coercion to accept sexual advances.

The other reason is that all of the other people...the one's not in the relationship...are now at a disadvantage for any kind of promotion or when giving advice.

Football and basketball bring a lot of money into major universities and create a lot of awareness among potential students. Unfortunately, too many schools turned a blind-eye to behaviors by team members and coaching staff that would not be tolerated in others.

Assuming that the investigation was thorough and even-handed, good job U-of-Michigan! 

Side story

I worked in an auto factory where one of the other supervisors was a young man who was a "Hi-Po" or High Potential employee. His folder had been tagged. He was given choice "developmental" assignments. Even though he was only 25(ish) years old, management had already decided that he was going places.

He had a temporary employee who was making about half of what the regular employees were making. The Hi-Po supervisor over-rode her pay-code in the computer to give her the highest pay-rate he was authorized for. He bumped her pay up to Team Leader pay, a dollar-an-hour more than what most of the regular employees were paid.

HR investigated. It quickly came to light that they were having sex.

The Hi-Po supervisor was directed to break off the relationship and a letter was put in his file (typically to be purged after one year).

The next pay-cycle the Hi-Po supervisor over-rode her pay code again.

He was released, with-cause, the next business day.

Yes, he was that stupid and so sure of the protection being a Hi-Po. 

Don't assume that this was the U-of-M coach's first transgression. 

Just for fun

This is a short video of about 2-1/2 minutes. I did not expect the voices that came out of these singers, nor did I expect the joy in their facial expressions.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed it. Turn up the speakers and watch their facial expressions.

Who is your customer?

I heard this story in (Juran) Quality Training in 1985. It was presented as a true story that happened in the 1948-1950 timeframe.

The setting was post-war Japan in a textile mill that spun yarn and thread and knit them into consumer products. The United States paid for automated equipment to lift Japan's economy out of the basement. The equipment was not placed in a purpose-built building but was shoe-horned into a multistory factory.

The problem was that every so often, a skein or spool would come into a station that fed into one of the automated looms and loom would lock-up into a giant rat's nest that took an hour to disassemble and clear out.

The problem was traced back to an operator on a lower floor who removed skeins from a winder and placed them on spindles on a roller-rack. When the rack was full she had a minute to stretch her back before the next rack replaced it.

She was not using the knot that she had been trained to use because she had found a quicker, "better" way to knot them. When the loom operator tied the tag-end of one of her skeins onto the tag of the skein that was almost used up, it did not untie the knot but, instead, resulted in the entire hank being gobbled up by the machine in one big chunk.

Rather than summarily firing the operator, the Quality Manager waited for the next train-wreck and then he directed the repairmen to not touch the machine until he returned.

He plucked the prideful worker out of her downstairs job and escorted her up to the behemoth (compared to the stature of a typical Japanese woman of the time) loom and then directed the repairmen to begin.

She knew that they knew that she was the cause of the problem. The entire factory ground to a halt as material backed up behind the loom. An hour later, they were able to restart the loom at low speed and it took another hour before the loom's timing was dialed in enough that they could run at full speed.

The woman burst into tears "I had no idea!" she gasped, sure that she was about to be fired.

The Quality Manager shook his head "No".

"Go back to your department and tell them that the roller-rack is not your customer. Everybody down-line of your station is. The rack, the shunter (who moved the racks from one floor to the next), the loom operator, the repairmen, the store that buys our sweaters and even the customer who ultimately purchases our products." 

"Tell them to follow their written instructions exactly they way they are trained...even if it seems stupid or like it is make-work."

"Gleece"

I was watching Townsend's Youtube channel and he was talking about "Hasty Puddings".

That brought back a memory that I thought was worth recording.

Background

My father's father's people were from just north of the Balkans and his mother's people were from just east of the Baltic. In spite of his origins, he tanned very, very quickly and was short and stocky.

His mother never heard a word of English until she went to school at the age of five in Allegan County, Michigan.

His mother was widowed when he was nine or ten and she was 33. That was in 1936. Times were tough. 

When Dad was 18, he went to Detroit to register for the draft. It was during WWII and gas and tires were scarce. He hitchhiked since nobody in the family had a car.

A young man stopped and gave him a ride. That man was also going to register for the draft. They were both deferred (my dad because he was the sole support of a widow and Adam because he was born in Canada).

They became friends. Adam had a business and hired Dad. In time, Adam offered Dad the chance to purchase some swampland in Michigan that had a 12'-by-20' shack on it.

Fast-forward 25 years...

The shack was expanded as finances allowed. Cabinets and indoor plumbing was installed. It graduated from a "shack" to a "cottage".

Early one spring, I (and a spare brother or two) assisted Dad in opening up the "cottage" for the season. Time got away from us and there was nothing to eat. Dad solved the problem by dredging up memories of when he was a kid and the cupboard was bare. He made us something he called "Gleece".

An image from the internet.

He mixed flour and eggs and maybe some water together to the consistency of pancake batter. Then he loaded up a large spoon with the batter and holding the bowl of the spoon just above the boiling water, he dribbled-and-drooled a stream of it into a pan of boiling water.

Half-hearted attempts to find a recipe met a stone-wall. I assumed it was just something he made up on-the-spot or it was something that only his family did.

God Bless the Internet

Guess what, "Gleece" is real. 

Gleece/Glace

Ingredients for One Generous Serving

1 egg beaten
1/2 cup all purpose flour (not self rising)
1/4 cup (scant) water

Start with boiling salted water in a pot. Beat together ingredients and drop by small spoonfuls into the boiling salted water. Gleece are done when they rise to the top of the water. They do expand in size. Let them boil for an additional minute or two and then drain off the water.

Gleece can be used in chicken broth or green bean soup. They can also be fried with sliced potatoes (or boil your potatoes ahead of time and fry the boiled potato slices with the gleece). Season to your taste. They can be added to mashed potatoes and a little butter or put sour cream, butter and onion slivers on the boiled gleece.

Dad's versions were more icicle/round-noodle shaped than than dumpling-like. But the name is identical and the provenance matches.

Cheap. Quick. Simple. Easy. Very filling. Cheap.

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