I called my sister about 4 a.m., her time.
She was patient enough.
Hubby answered the phone and said, Doug, it’s 4 a.m.
I apologized.
A few hours later I called my partner, thinking it was evening; it was 5:30a.m.
She was not pleased.
We only get up that early for hockey.
Through the infrastucture of Brisbane (that’s in Queensland, Australia) I know I have people lined up to care for me.
Still, a brain is a terrible thing to lose. And I watched it in my grandfather and grandmother 40 years ago.
I don’t know where this stuff comes from (and I’d get someone to update the wiki entry but there’s enough barriers to editing that it slipped my mind).
Kansas State University professor, editor, and food safety expert.
Haven’t been at Kansas State since 2013.
Doug is one of the famous and trending celeb who is popular for being a Teacher. As of 2018 Doug Powell is 55 years old years old. Doug Powell is a member of famous Teacher list (one of you younger folks wanna tell me what the famous teacher list is, and I’d imagine I’m on it for the wrong reasons.
One of the precious celeb listed in Teacher list.
I am precious.
Not Much is known about Doug family and relationships. All information about his private life is concealed. We will update you soon.
Just read barfblog.com, my life is an open book, successes and failures, I own them all.
Estimated Net Worth in 2019: $100K-$1M (Approx.)
Really? Cool. Will the bank accept that?
This is the asset that matters most (upper left).
My eldest, 1-of-4 Canadian daughters (she’s 32 and has a 5-year-old son) was honest with me and said I shouldn’t travel to Ontario, even if there’s people I want to see (yes that’s her in this 1988 pic I took for my science column; I even remember developing film in the darkroom, and had sex there too along with the electron microcopy room.)
I have brain problems and cannot travel by myself.
My wife, who has power of attorney over my finances and death, says I can’t travel alone.
Yeah, looks like I’m fading fast
My best friend from high school has pancreatic cancer, so our friends are waging who will go first.
My brain hurts because I fall a lot, and Amy is going to break up with me.
But my life has been full of wonder, and I will keep being curious and keep writing.
It’s the best medicine.
Awaiting a room at the hospital Amy went to get her hair done, and I’m sitting at home with blood still coming out the top of my head, waiting to get a room at the hospital so I can bleed on their linens.[
Which made me think of this.
If people don’t tell me what they want, I’ll just post whatever interests me.
I wrote a science column for an entire year about cats, because I had never had warm-blooded creatures as pets before and was fascinated.
The next year, I was editor-in-chief (photo by Amy).
I had this dream, where I was coaching on the ice in Brisbane for a few hours, helping do evaluations of kids – male and female – and running them through drills.
As the kids got changed and the girls were mixed in with the boys, I explained we had enough girls in Guelph that they had their own league, and as a coach, I wouldn’t go into the dressing room until they were all dressed, and after the game would debrief for a couple of minutes, and then say good bye outside.
After 3 hours of on-ice training I said I’m going home for an hour and would be back.
I started to put on my street clothes, realized it was dark outside, looked at my iPhone and saw it was 2 a.m.
I miss coaching, but my brain is doing too many weird things.
And in real-life I fall a lot.
I’d post this to my other blog, dougsdeadflowers.com, since it has nothing to do with food safety, but still having technical difficulties. Chapman has not figured out how to put a link on barfblog.com, and what’s left of my identity that I can remember is barfblog.
I had to stop hockey because I started falling over in my skates after 50 years.
I had to stop cycling because I started falling off my bike.
Now I fall when I’m walking.
Another day, another 12 super-sized stitches at the top of my skull, another night in emergency, another ambulance ride that I have no memory of.
But when I awoke, Amy was there.
50 years of pucks to the head, 4 years as a linebacker in football (gridiron) the car crash, the bike falls and so many others.
I’m an ideas guy, not a details guy, but Amy sorted it out and things are now at dougsdeadflowers.com.
I started this post two days ago and forgot what I was writing about.
Brain.
When I was a kid, our family would drive every other weekend two hours north to Cookstown, Ontario (that’s in Canada).
I usually barfed and still do today.
I have lots of memories of me and gramps driving from Cookstown to Toronto to get parts for his Massey-Ferguson dealership, but I can feel those memories fading away, every time I have to pause and rethink what I was writing.
“Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”
That famous quote, often wrongly ascribed to Albert Einstein, is believed to have originated with Narcotics Anonymous in 1981 (the same year I began university).
In addition to helping raise five daughters, providing endless relationship entertainment to the folks I played pick-up hockey with back in Guelph (that’s pre-Amy, who is playing pick-up as I write this), helping teach lots of kids how to skate, influencing lotsa students (good and bad, not much in-between), pissing off lotsa bureaucrats and industry types, publishing lots of peer-reviewed stuff that still gets cited daily and almost 15,000 barfblog.com posts, I did news.
Food Safety Network news, long before wannabes.
For 26 years I’ve done news.
And always referenced the evidence, or lack thereof.
Until others do the same, they’re just plagiarists.
I combined my background in molecular biology with some journalism experience, and I carved out a path in food safety.
The vision I always had for food safety information, all those years ago, was what I heard about daily – and often directly: How the hell was I supposed to know?
We mined the world (I used Compuserve to get access to the AP wires and others back in the days before Google, when the U.S. Centers for Disease Control’s MMWR would take six months to arrive by mail, when those who needed to know should have had the information as soon as possible).
I am intensely loyal to the kids, er, students, that flourished and maybe we’ll write a book; or maybe not.
I did my best, even when my best wasn’t good enough.
I still love it – I haven’t been paid in over two years — but someone else should be in charge.
I have early-onset dementia, I have other health issues, so rather than submit any more family members to, I’ve got to do news, I am going to step away while I can.
Of the 15,287 barfblog.com posts, I authored (or cut and paste) 13,070 since 2005. That’s 86 per cent, or an ice hockey goalie save percentage of .8549, which isn’t great (should be over .91) but doesn’t exactly suck, because this isn’t hockey.
It’s something different.
And time for me to do something different.
I may still write, maybe about food safety, maybe about other things, maybe about the probability of monkeys flying out of my butt.
But for now, I’ve got other priorities.
Ben can figure out what to do and what he wants to do.
It’s been an honor and a privilege to share your computer screens, maybe even your brain space, and improve food safety, one tip-sensitive digital thermometer, one less serving of raw sprouts, and one calling out of bullshit advice, at a time.
Peace and love.
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