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Levels of Pain

December 3rd, 2010 (04:39 am)

As most of us probably know, in hospitals, they use a level of pain scale.  I've seen several varieties over the years, and I'm personally in favour of practical use of the five stage ones,  even if I don;t agree with their usefulness,  they usually start with a smiley face, which seems antithetical to going to an ER.

But, its 4am, I can't sleep, and the knee is NOT happy with me, so guess what I'm thinking about?

Sal's 10 point pain scale

0:  dum de dum dumdum...
1: Ow!
2: seething noise. Probing. I should bandage that. Ooh! Crazy Glue!
3: Poke
     Well, This is distracting...
     Well, This is distracting...
4: OK, this is a problem.  I have to treat this. Stitches, whatever, I'm making a mess.
5:OK, Now I need to make arrangements, because I can't do basic things I need to do. Like drive.
6: Please don't touch me?  The Lizard Brain thinks that this will hurt less if I beat it with your detached limbs...
7: I'd really like to cry, but if I do, I won't have perfect breath control, and that's all that's keeping me from screaming or whimpering, which are distasteful. Perfect breathing,...
8: I will let someone else take the pain away now.
9: Its OK, At this rate I won;t be awake long...
10: Unconsciousness. Blessed unconsciousness.

As you can see, I don't really like going to hospitals, as they waste time.   I once went in with and level 3 broken nose, but Right then I had time, and it needed set, and no one else knew how to do it, so I just went, and did homework on the doctors' station, but in general, I don't think you're really supposed to go to ER for less than a 5. So, I don't really get a chart with a smiley face on it.
Just me. I guess.

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A Halloween Party: come and be honourable!

September 20th, 2010 (12:13 am)

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April 8th, 2010 (08:52 pm)

Ladies and Gentlemen,

OK, I don't post often, but I do when I need, so I'm grateful for your listening from time to time.
Latest version of SalLife: I'm going to San Francisco from the 18th or April to the 25th on a job finding and professional networking junket. The more people I talk to, the more chances of a job leaping out of the woods.  So, I ask a favour, a predictable one, of you.

If you know anyone living or working in the greater San Francisco area, could you please arrange an introduction between us?  A not to both of us, describing one to the other is all it takes. Arranging for them to want to meet me would be even cooler, but i can usually get that to happen on my own.  I'm hoping to get enough people to recognise my face and think well of me that a job appears, and I can move somewhere I really, really like.

Thank you in advance for any help you can offer me, and understand that if I can, I'll have a spare room so you can too, do a job finding junket, cheaper than mine!


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Haiti: Looking to Volunteer

January 15th, 2010 (04:25 pm)

If anyone who reads this can: I'd like to volunteer, and looking for an organization hosting. Requesting transport, inoculations and life support on site.  Working on Cirriculum Vitae for any team in need, but skills focusing on communications infrastructure, light construction, crisis emergency management, project management, team leadership, electrical, emergency medical, security, improvisation, sheet meatlwork, welding, smithing and some French. 

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January 21st, 2009 (04:51 am)

Some of these deserve comments:

1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars

3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity

7. Been to Disneyland
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis

10. Sang a solo
11. Bungee jumping
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch: kind of what I do for fun

15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning: another hobby...
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty: thrilled that I've done so. Growing up in NYC, some people overlook these.  Empire State building observatory and Guiness Museum downstairs, Chrysler Building, Flatiron, and roof and Obs. Level of WTC2, now gone. Take what you can, people, the strangest things just go away.
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France: got cursed out by a drunk guard over it, too. Fuckin' Paris-ites...
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping

27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset: ideally both in a row, sometimes three in a row
31. Hit a home run

32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community: had cousins form Amish Country in PA: learned how to milk a cow from these cool people
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person: the view of the city and its wall is better: its a trip through time
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David: the hall of the Entrapped is better, but SO prepares you for entry into the rotunda. Take this route

41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris: wanted to piss off it, but my Dad wouldn't let me, even if all the Parisites do it...
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkelling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theatre

55. Been in a movie: fight coreography, of course
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class

59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen: mandatory service at my High School.  Motto, " Men for Others"
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies: godchild...

62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason: and almost killed them for it...  ;7
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving

66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter

69. Saved a favourite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square

74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone: by myself, when asleep.
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle

79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican: met JPII briefly.  Wow.  Quite a gentleman.
82. Bought a brand new car: had to return it with 4953 miles on the 5000 mile return policy, due to the layoff. Glad they didn't wait a day.

83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible - Old and New Testaments
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating

88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life: pleased and confused to add, from time to time.
90. Sat on a jury: no. Sat in a hallway for two weeks waiting to get called, twice.
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one

94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake: more waded than swam... I didn't have a bathing suit, and I thought skinnydipping there gauche...
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee: try it: great adrenaline hit!
100. Read an entire book in one day: almost quarterly?

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January 21st, 2009 (04:15 am)

So, a while back, I was writing about Dog medicine and Blaze's kit. What Kit? His I-travel-with-an-adventurous-idiot-and-we-could-get-in-a-jam Kit. Its a standard rugged made Dog Backpack modified to carry a top mounted canteen and a webbing sling for additional cargo tie down. ( I will include pictures). I had at least one request to get a contents list of it, and after a fair bit of research on the reputed effects of various pharms on canine physiology (because its very hard to get anyone to offer any reasonable guarantee that their product is not toxic to your dog, including several vets...), I've assembled the kit, and much later, catalogued it for general reference and use.

Please note that this list includes a ton of surgical equipment. I had to learn a couple of basic surgical techniques for use on animals, as opposed to people. You need a knowledge base to use this list, people. Do your research and practice on dead things. Recently dead things, preferably. Very cold dead things otherwise. Trust me.
As an example of this kind of background knowledge, Blaze carries a lot of items I don't. This includes, yo may note, a ton of restraints. That's because I don't want to get bit if I have to do field surgery on him, and he's going to need to not take the stitches out when I'm done. ( BTW, you can practice suturing techniques on dead, room temperature bananas, for starters. Remove stitches before eating, or its called flossing.) I also have some of the more basic equipment in my kit, which I can use on me without restraints, theoretically. But, that being said, his kit does significantly broaden what I can do in the field for both of us, not just him, and vice versa.

So, anyway, the list:

Tool Logic Card Tool
Bungee cords, 4, 24”
Cy-lume Light sticks, 2
Magnesium Block and flint
K Y jelly 8 oz
Needle and Nylon thread
Squeezable LED Flashlight
Velcro, 36’ x ½”
Triple Antibiotic Cream, 6oz
Benedryl Cream, 6 oz
Ace Bandages, 2” 2 of
Duct tape
Syringes, 3 mL, 10 mL and needles
Suture Removing Scissors
Sutures, 5
4.0 Absorbable, 2
4.0 Non-Absorb
2.0 Absorbable
6.0 Non-Absorb
Aspirin, 81mg, 32 tablets
Dyphenhydramine, 25mg, 12 Tablets
Scalpels, 5, sizes 1, 11, 12
Steri-strips, 2
Alcohol Wipes
Forceps, 2
Surgical Sponges, 2
Tracheal Tube
Night Ize Light-up Collar
Mylar Space Sleeping bag
Pelican 1060 Case
Collapsable Dog Bowl, Yellow
Ankle Wrap, Green
500’ of 50lb test cord
Zip Lock Bags for gear protection
Wysong Archetype Dehydrated food, 19.5 oz, 2 (5 days)
2 Liter military Canteen in cover
Iodine Based Water purifiers

I may eventually add a couple of more pharmaceuticals to his kit, including antibiotics, particularly for any long hikes. As it is, kit weighs 12.4 lbs with 2 liters of water, which accounts for about 4.5 lbs of that, with the weight of the canteen, which is a decently rugged piece of kit. With the dehydrated food, water provision is particularly important, but not particularly hard, with good filtration. As I've noted before, his and my kit are meant to work together, and I carry the heavy duty filter, in addition to both of our chemical water purifiers. The addition of antibiotics will further emphasize this weak spot, but water is heavy and bulky, which makes it a weak spot all around, given its first place level of importance to life sustenance. Other pharms might include a purgative based on charcoal, which also clashes with the water issue, and an anti-dihhueatic (sp), again, related to the dehydration concern, which is more significant in dogs than people, and Northern breeds in particular. Some of the others I'm considering:

* Imodium 1 mg per 15 pounds 1-2 times daily

* Kaopectate 5 ml per 5 pounds every 2 hours

* Mineral oil (as a laxative) 5 - 30 ml per day, but do not use it long-term

* Pepto Bismol 5 ml per 25 pounds every 6 hours

Hydrogen peroxide (to induce vomiting) 5 ml per 10 pounds; give a second dose after 10 minutes; do not give a third dose

Obviously, on of my considerations is dry vs wet treatments for weight and storage without leakage, versus the water issue, again, again.

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It's the little things

November 6th, 2008 (08:06 pm)

So, Obama this, Obama that. I'm hopeful, but he was still put in the limelight by the Democratic machine, and Americans have short attention spans, so I'm not waving any flags yet; just hopeful, like I was the day before the election. Please, please stay on target, people.

Aside from that, which is what all the Lj's are talking about, what actually brought me to write was one of those little things that tips decisions for me. I believe some people would be interested in this because of how difficult I am to convince me of things, and its a great example.

Guitar Hero makes no sense to me at all. How long does it take to learn to play Guitar Hero proficiently? How much longer does it take to leran to play an acutal guitar? Knowing how computer games are designed, I've got to imagine proficiency with 20 hours, and mastery in about 60-80. This also reflects comments I've found about gameplay time.

So, wonders I; Guitar Hero and console, $250. Guitar, $250? Why would I play the computer game?

It's social, looks like a lot of fun, good a parties, etc etc. But so is good guitar playing.

So, Ferret posts on his LJ the one thing you could say to tip the scale for me.

Playing Hotel California.

And that's all, folks!

Oh, P.S. When someone's done with your copy of Fallout 3 for the PC, I'd like to talk to you. No hurry. I can wait.

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August 28th, 2008 (09:17 pm)

A Tale of Two Cities

Thanks for this tale are owed to a gentleman named Sean, who works for Triangle in Detroit, a LGBT advocacy organization. They have the odd idea that gays are citizens with rights and the like. Sean was kind enough to host me on a trip to the Michigan State Capitol in March.

Yeah, its been a bit. Writing is like that for me. Sorry, but not much.

So, anyway, I got to go to the capitol, meet my state representative, who seemed confused by my presence, learn about lobbying, see the offices of the Democratic Party Communications department, the Media Communications offices, the Chambers of the House. I got to meet several fantastic people, very sharp, intelligent, pithy; the kind of people I like to spend time with. Everyone looked good: good clothes, together styles. I was terribly conscious of the fact that I mischose my tie. I was unsurprised by the reality that our government in Michigan was largely populated by people who flirt, smile, joke, kibbutz: people people. the kinds of people who create conversation, and dialogue and make lots and lots of friends. My host was stellar, and I hope to be able to repay him the courtesy sometime, ideally in food, which I may be able to do him justice with. I learned a vast amount form him, and probably retained less than half what he showed me. I gained strong impressions of many of the people who run the state of Michigan, and better understand why the state doesn't work, having watched these people move and interact, from the gallery, so to speak. It was hugely educational.

The environment was sparkling: the buildings were, excepting the Capitol, classic 1980's governmental architecture, but immaculately maintained, with fresh interiors and new furniture. The Capitol showed no signs whatsoever of wear or age: all of the paint, all of the details in the domes picked out in gold leaf and paint looked less than 5 years old, smelt less than six months old.

All in all, it was an amazing day. It was above freezing, and a suit was basically adequate for moving from building to building. the sun was out, mid levels of cloud cover; a gentle, crisp winter day in Michigan.

The second set of thanks for this tale are owed to a very good friend of mine names Leland, who I have not ever had enough time to speak with. Leland has been kind enough to offer an introduction to a job driving a mobile satellite studio for me, if I would be courteous enough to provide myself with a truck driving license. and so, Toward that goal, I scheduled a test, which I was, wisely, advised not to take, but to instead drive to Dearborn to do a pre-test evaluation with the man who owned the truck. Apparently, they were reluctant to allow someone who has never operated a truck, well, access to a truck. I can't imagine why, but then again, they don't know me, so...

So, the next day, I drove to Dearborn. I have worked in Dearborn before, for three years as a Project Manager for Ford. I know Dearborn passibly well, having driven it thoroughly as part of moving from offices and job sites and back and forth.

Now, I'd like you to picture my route over this two days. If you do not know Michigan, look at your right palm. There: Michigan. Detroit is the meaty part of your thumb's base. Dearborn is part of that. Lansing, the State capitol, is located in the center of your palm. My house in Pinckney is located where the meaty base of the thumb meets the palm. Kind of dead center of these two Cities. So, over the course of these two days, it was like a direct ride from one city to the next. And, it being winter in Michigan, late winter, I'm somewhat prone to altered perceptions of time during daylight. ( and if you don't know what I mean, try a winter in Michigan. By March, you'll barely remember that there IS daylight.) So, to me, these trips were all one big sojourn from one city to another.

Things started to get surreal at the junction of i-94 and i-275, about 15 miles west of Dearborn. First of all, the roads are bad, and getting steadily worse. Its late winter, and we've had a couple of freeze-and-thaw cycles. The tarmac is spalling all over the roads: where the water sits at the edge of the pavement, the tarmac is peeling up in two foot long scales away from the border of the road, and has delaminated until the yellow edge line is, well, patchy. Potholes have appeared anywhere there is a pothole patch to erode, and the patchjobs have gotten more frequent, and grow more and more common as the road leads me east. As these conditions get worse, its more important to hold onto the wheel with both hands so as to not inadvertently veer into other lanes.

Dearborn is at the heart of Michigan's industrial center. Ford Motor company came out a few years ago to state that they were created in Dearborn, and would be staying in Dearborn: Dearborn was their home. The famous Ford Rouge River facility is located there.

Dearborn isn't a war zone. Its needs artillery saturation to achieve that effect.

As I drive down Ford Rd. to where the meet is to take place, the corner of Ford and Independence, if I recall correctly, I watch as the environment degrades. I start off in the Middle Easter section of Dearborn: clean, old, but well maintained. Storekeepers who want clean windows, bright signs. House are 1920-s and '30's, industrial buildings date to the '50's. Cars are 5-10 years old, and well maintained.

As I move east, the situation changes: more vacancies, more paint older than ten years. Sometimes, paint peeling away from bricks. Broken, boarded windows. The potholes begin to get painful: the shocks on my car aren't the best, and these potholes clack your teeth together, jar your neck.

Churches, little chapels, become more common; so do package stores: (one of the weirder Michigan phenomena: drive through liquor stores.). Ratio seems to be getting one package store for each church/lot/vacant building/vacancy building set. I wonder about how people support so many package stores. But then, when I was in Seattle, I wondered how they supported so much Starbucks: so much for my MBA, huh?
Grey, Grey day: full overcast, but the temperature is holding steady at the 35 degrees F from the day before. Sweater weather today.
When I get to the parking lot for the truck lesson, I'm glad its daylight: this is a rough neighborhood. Not bad, rough. Like two day growth rough. There isn't going to be any violence in this place: there's not enough motivation. They may steal your car, but they won't fight you for it. This place is dead.

There are perhaps six people in the lot, including the very kind gentlemen who offered me the evaluation. The test truck is a tractor with a half of a school bus chassis bolted on instead of a truck cab. Good thinking, creative. the bus was cut in half with a ceramic blade in a circular saw. I have one in my shop. It cuts metal well, but unevenly.

The parking lot is flooded. Deep, pale brown water fills the lot deeply enough that the instructors in the lot have made piers with concrete blocks and milk cartons that keep us just above the water. That makes the water deeper than 14 inches. The trucks splash through the slurry, churning it, but not like its got a mud bottom. Later, I found out that is all bottomed with concrete: the mud comes up through the cracks.

So we do the evaluation: they estimate that I need about 8 hours of practice and instruction, but understand that I have very limited means, so, offer to take me on for $500. Genuinely nice of them, but since I had just managed to raise the $350 for the test itself,..

During a break, I walk across the street to the NW corner of Independence and Ford. There is, unsurprisingly, a church: maybe holds 200, max. The door’s open and the lights are on, so I walk in.

The place looks like a giant child picked it up, shook it and tossed it back down, ten years ago. There is no front door: There is no roof. the light is sunlight. The remains of the roof are on the floor of the main room, and the pews have all been thrown to one corner by the force of the landing. The corners throughout the room are littered with human size nests, some long abandoned and melted in the snow that fills the crevasses of the nests.

As I back out and check six, I realize, all of those empty buildings, for all of those miles and for miles around me, are all like that. Probably one in five, maybe worse. I've seen urban blight before, South Chicago, the Bronx, East Berlin, but never like this. I walk into the next three buildings, look around, same kind of thing, until I find a lock on the fourth building.

No wonder the neighborhood feels so empty. I look up and down the street, grey on grey, and can see the chimneys of the Rouge Plant complex between the buildings and down the street.

On the drive home, I wondered. At the time, MI was in a budget impasse: what to cut, schools, or more taxes, and such folderol. I had been amazed that for literally months, Michigan's politicians had been mouthing platitudes that sounded more like party stump speeches than practical politics. I thought of those polished people and buildings in Lansing, and the detritus of a 1950's civilization that lies in Dearborn, and wonder, do politicians ever visit Dearborn?

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Sword Camp

August 4th, 2008 (01:27 am)

Hello, everyone!

A good and honest friend of mine noted very recently that I hadn't posted since 20 May... Apparently, someone is paying attention. So, thank you again, G, and here's a fast post.

Sword Camp: ended about 43 hours ago, and I'm still tired. Not bad, fall over type, but the achy, hard used way that I generally like, feels like a good job done. the ankle is a story itself, and a fun, stupid one, but, we'll see about that, but the sucker hurts: I've got good, differentiated pain that tells me exactly which tendonal groups and big, thick and most importantly, continuous connective groups are hurting. So, antiinflammatories and water and therapeutic stretches in relevant, not on fire-ish ranges of motion.

Sword camp went very well: good training, fun parties, tired, entertained people, and a lot of weird stories, ranging from sloppy, startled expressions that come form experience with automatic fire in thinking people to 'round the fire zombie dance circles. Like I said, weird. Not as high energy as our best, probably #2, but steady, with a weird, spent feeling in the crowd after evening tourneys. People seemed well happy to sit and talk until 2-4 in the morning, but not much more that that, which is not a bad thing. Assessed that in a 168 hour week, we needed 4 more hours of fighting related activities in place of hard educational learning to really exhaust people. Not really a downside on the scheduling, I think.
Food was actually fantastically done: we had a great work study crew, and Sh, who ran that end of things, got her team and a bunch of others pre-cooking a week in advance, which I am under the impression of, meant that the work study team missed about 14 hours or training in a week of work, which isn't too bad as these things go. Sh herself missed more, but shes really contentious, and I can't throw stones, though its not what I would have wanted her to do. Sometimes, you just have to get out of the good ones' way, though. We started running out of staples right on schedule, though it turns out that there was a random loaf of bread in the office that appears to have wandered in from the classroom where we were stocking the dry goods. Shrug. Milk, bread, muffins, meat and eggs all ran out on schedule. As usual, we have extra cheese. No, I don't yet understand why its always the cheese. At this point, its got to be the recipes: we've backtraced it that far.
Instructors did a great job, as usual. Its hard to be complimentary to people when they work that hard, that well, and that effectively. I can't say enough, and don;t know where to begin with them, so, for those of you who read this, thank you.
Campers were wonderful. Attitudes were great, energy good, and they brought their brains, which REALLY helped at this one. This was a much more intellectual Sword Camp, which is probably saying something for our crowd: not exactly intellectual slackers as a general rule.
A note about the instructors. Bizarrely, I got two days off. They just basically took over two days. Thanks Sal, We're good, all trained, go have a seat and a Pina Colada or something, you limping git. We've got it covered, on the schedule, all set. And they did, to a tee. But, WTF!?! Days off? I literally didn't know what to do with myself. Wandered around like a spectre; it was weird. The instructors tell me I was helpful, and I appear to have gotten a lot done with the time, not least of which was healing, but, well, time was unanticipated. I've never had that kind of time before.

Mostly, I used it to troubleshoot the hot water showers. Which are underpowered. The pumps can't lift water 8 feet on 80% power. #@%$%&^* stupid: I again want to find an engineering team and beat them with a chair.

Day after sword Camp is always a little surreal: this one a bit more so than usual. We ended up doing the Zombpocaplypse scenario as an immersive Roleplaying day with lesson interruptions as topics of training came up, and it really impacted the tone of Sword camp, though I hadn't recognized how much until I left Haven for a meal. Yeah, apparently there was some kind of rally on Patterson Lake Road, and everyone who lived on the road came out to see probably a parade of Motorcycles on their way to Hell (MI).

So, out comes paranoid , tried and people-shocky me, and... There are random groups of unoccupied people lining both sides of the street, watch me drive by. Slight tone of WATCHING ME in that previous sentence. And it went on, and on, for like three miles. Made me edgy. Felt better when someone else in the car made a comment to the same general effect.

Oh, and as a final general note: if you want to hear more about the day to day of sword camp, check out Eric Raymond's blog: he was typing something approximating simulcast most of the week. a couple of campers have read it, and had generally positive things to say about his coverage of the event, from one man's perspective. I'd recommend a read for most of the week's in-jokes. http://esr.ibiblio.org/ I'd offer to share the schedule details with you, but the instructor document is gibberish to the untrained. And, we use it without a net, and stuff. VERY risky, don't you know.

So anyway, that's done. Next is a Job app at NEW in Ann Arbor: Apparently the deadline for the job was Friday, which brings it to par, because the rest of the job is perfect, so of course something has to flaw it. If anyone out there knows anyone involved with NEW, could you please drop me a note? I've read their staff bios, and its sounds like a great match. I just want to be considered. Y'know, for now.


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Partial Reading list

May 20th, 2008 (04:42 am)

Fallen Angels  Sci Fi. Recommended by a friend.
On Killing.  Work Related
Tom Browns Wilderness Survival Guide  Work Related
SAS Survival Guide  Work Related
Our Constitution: A Biography
Harvard Business School Website, leadership and Management Sections  Work Related
The Seven Pillars of Wisdom
The Illumanati Trilogy  Until I get something I want to read in the bathroom. Seemed like a good idea at the time.
Toproping  Work related
American Veteraniarian Societies Manual on Canine First Aid   Making Blaze a hiking kit
Hmm. i konw there more, but its 04:30 and the laptop claims 0% power...


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