Steve had the echo yesterday and his heart is strong. They are traveling to Arkansas and he will have the reboot when they return. In case you all were wondering like I was. Karen Amy on Facebook.

I’m a little embarrassed that I didn’t put this out myself – so, Thanks, Karen – but it was a sort of no news thing. I had what my cardiologists calls a stress test in which I got an ultrasound and a reading of a radionuclide – I don’t really know what that word means either – isotope injection of my resting heart, then walk on a treadmill programmed with a standardized protocol that increases speed and grade every three minutes. When I’m whopped, they repeat everything. The whole procedure is interesting the first couple of times and mildly uncomfortable thereafter. The isotope is injected through an IV in my hand – while I’m on the treadmill – and I can feel it enter my body, which is slightly creepy.

Then, nothing for a day because the isotope readings take a little time to decipher. I usually take a default position that everything came out fine until I hear otherwise so the phone call saying my heart is strong didn’t change much. Of course, saying my heart is strong is not exactly the same as saying that everything is fine; it is sort of like saying a car works great except for the constant backfiring. The good news is that I am healthy enough to try a reboot and, if that doesn’t work, an ablation. 

Meanwhile, my cardiologist has gone skiing and Michele and I have gone to Arkansas for a Memorial Service for her Cousin Fred.

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I got diagnosed with Atrial Fibrillation yesterday. Again. I was going to Cardiac Rehabilitation and walking across the parking lot to the gym at Sequoia Hospital left me out of breath and, I have to admit, panicky. Worse, my blood pressure was up and the oxygen level in my blood was low. I kept telling myself that I was OK, it was just a residual from my cold, and that being in Sequoia Hospital was probably one of the best places I could be, they could test me, find something like a thorn in my leg which they could easily remove, and send me on my way completely fine. Ahhh, the joy of magical thinking. Long story short, the nurse at the gym didn’t find the magic thorn so she sent me to my cardiologist, across the parking lot, where she had a tech give me an EKG.

I was sort of relieved that it is Afib and not a heart attack but, as reality sinks in, I am starting to get bummed out. Afib is not a good deal either. Now they are thinning my blood – at $380 for a month’s supply! they sure know they’ve got us by the short and curlies – because the worry is a stroke caused by a blood clot formed by the blood not going smoothly through my pump. In a couple of weeks, they will give me a stress test and then if all goes well, they’ll stop my heart, wait a few seconds, and then reboot me. It is a lot scarier for Michele because I’ll be out, but it is pretty safe (it always works in the movies and usually in real life). In the meanwhile, I feel punk but not panicky.

Over @NatureisScary, somebody posted the picture and heading above. Some of the comments made me laugh out loud:

He’s already getting eaten did you really have to bring up his economic status too?
Why tf would you be a goat on the island of Komodo? …It said he was poor, he probably couldn’t afford to move.
You just assumed the goat’s financial situation because it’s brown??
Why was the goat making itself accessible? Goats shouldn’t look so tasty around predators! I blame the goat.
So the rich one escaped?
I bet you would have blured out his face for his dignity if he was a rich goat but no, the poor have no value in your eyes!
My thoughts and prayers are with the goat. Sending light.
That is not how goat yoga is supposed to go.
“Impoverished goats have nothing to lose but their cha-a-a-a-ins” -Karl Marx

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So far, this has been a strange year. My plan was to get out more, then I tore my left meniscus, then I got a nasty winter cold. While this was going on, Michele’s cousin, Fred Hilsenrath, died and her step-fathers best friend died. In the background, it is raining and raining and raining. Before my meniscus tore and the rains settled in, I did get out.

Like a lot of kids my age, I had a Lionel toy train set. As I got older, that morphed into pretty large HO scale model railroad that took over much of the end wall of my bedroom and an interest in real trains. I think that Railroads represented freedom when I was young, probably about nine or ten, and first took the train to San Francisco on my own. For a couple of years, probably when I was 13 and 14, a friend and I took the train, alone, to the State Fair in Sacramento as part of a trip that included taking a steam ferry, the Eureka, across the Bay to Oakland, a train to Sacramento, and a streetcar to the Fair (where we would always look at the huge model railroad among other delights). Fortuitously, I think, railroads completed the switch from glorious steam to boring diesel at about the same time I lost interest because I had discovered cars and girls.

Last month, the end of January, actually, I went to Sacramento with Burt Kuhlman to see The California State Railroad Museum. I had not been there since the opening week and it didn’t seem much different than it was in my memories. The problem with railroad museums is that engines are so big, so heavy and hard to move, that it is hard to have more than a couple of them and no museum is going to have a large collection. In the whole country, there are only 45 full-size steam locomotives built prior to 1880, this Museum has eight of these but that is still not very much. One of my favorites is the Governor Stanford. The Governor Stanford built in Philadelphia 1862, disassembled, put in crates, and shipped around the horn to San Francisco. The engine was then put in service hauling freight over the Sierras when they were building the Transcontinental Railroad. It went back and forth between Sacramento and, eventually, Promontory Summit in Utah where an actual Golden Spike was driven in to mark the connection of California to the East 1869.

Looking at the Governor Stanford, it just seems so small and open to go the 750 miles, over the Sierras, through Nevada, and across Western Utah in all kinds of weather. Only forty years later, behemoths, like the one below at 266 tons, started hauling long trains over the same route (and over the Tehachapis some 350 miles, or so, to the south). This particular locomotive was delivered to Southern Pacific in 1944 and was the last steam locomotive they bought. The world was changing, steam engines were sold for scrap and the world changed to diesel.

What struck me most about the difference between the two locomotives is how similar they are. Each generation of locomotives was built with the rules and thinking of the last generation. There is no sense of thinking out of the box, at looking at the problem with fresh eyes. They are stunning human artifacts and they infer that it is very hard to change a way of doing something.

We are going to the mountains for a weekend without computers and I know we will miss at least five major stories that nobody will remember by Wednesday. Watching Cohen’s appearance at the House Oversight Committee has left me in a good mood and so has a major article in Rolling Stone which I highly recommend.

It is a fascinating article (for that matter, you could spend an hour just looking at the body language in the picture above). The article layout is a little strange – for me, at least – in that, there is a main interview with Nancy Pelosi and separate, but connected, interviews with each of the other women that didn’t have links that I found. All the interviews are worth ready, this is a group of amazing people who are shaping the future as the article points out. Below are some sample quotes but, really, click through to the article if only to see the short promo video if nothing else. Here are a couple of samples, from AOC, AOC, Ilhan, and Nancy Pelosi.

In your ability to galvanize your supporters through social media, you have been compared to Donald Trump.
Well, I think that there’s this rush to make that comparison, but any time media fundamentally changes, the first movers to recognize that change — and to learn it and to adapt to it — tend to have that first-move advantage. So this is less about personality, less about Trump, and more about who has had the first-mover advantage. But there are similarities. People who succeed in social media follow similar tenets. In order to resonate with people, you have to tell them what you mean, you have to be willing to make mistakes, you have to be willing to be vulnerable and learn as you go.

How much of what you’re talking about is trying to move the Overton window [the range of ideas accepted in public discourse] so that Democrats can compete with the way Republicans have moved it?
A huge part of my agenda is to move the Overton window, because it’s a strategic position. I’m a first-term freshman in an institution that works by seniority. Procedurally, it is kind of like high school. You’re the new kid on the block. So, as a freshman, you have to look at the tools available to you, and in my first term, if we have the opportunity to frame the debate, then that is one of the ways to have the most power. If I’m here for four days, then the most powerful thing I can do is to create a national debate on marginal tax rates on the rich.

In a tweeted apology, you wrote you were grateful to ‘Jewish allies and colleagues who are educating [you] on the painful history of anti-Semitic tropes.’ What do you think you still have to learn about the Jewish faith or Jewish culture to avoid repeating such mistakes?

I know what intolerance looks like and one thing that has been painful about this whole process is knowing that I used language that caused hurt to others. My hope is that as much as I hold others accountable and help them learn, that people will also hold me accountable. I work every day to make sure we are living in a more tolerant world. And I hope people understand how deeply I care about creating that world. That’s why one of the first things I did as a member-elect was to speak about the rise of anti-Semitism — and one of the first bills I cosponsored as a new member was legislation to elevate the position of a Special Envoy to combat anti-Semitism. I’m an organizer at heart. I’ve given an earful to others who traffic in bigotry, so I need to listen and learn. Listening and working with communities directly impacted is what will make me a better public servant. Speaker Pelosi has been a mentor throughout this whole process and I look forward to working with her in furthering the people’s agenda.

Beatles, Stones, Dylan? Where are you on the three greats of the Sixties and the Seventies?
I probably know the words to more Beatles songs, if that means anything. I love Dylan, and I love the Stones. I’ve been to many of their concerts. I was at one concert in Argentina. I was down there for a security visit. On the street, they had the banners: the Rolling Stones with Bob Dylan. Oh, my God! We had to go, right? So we had to rearrange everything. And we go, and there is Bob Dylan singing “Like a Rolling Stone”! It was just incredible. And at that concert — this is having nothing to do with anything — [Rep.] Nita Lowey, who’s [Appropriations] chair now, she’d never been to a concert. I said, “Look, Nita. We’re concertgoers. You may smell things you don’t recognize, but we are concertgoers. If you go, you have to stay.”