This listing ranks cities by the visual impact of their skylines.

Personally, I don't think visual impact is determined solely by the heights of the buildings. One of the things I like about the Madison skyline (from the far side of Lake Monona) is the way the buildings have been purposely placed to draw attention to the Monona Terrace Convention Center and the Capitol building. They put in an ordinance years ago that none of the buildings can obstruct the view of the Capitol, so we don't get anything much above 15 stories and we wouldn't want it.

Schiavo definitely not over.

Gov. Bush and the state's social services agency filed a petition in state court to take custody of Schiavo and, presumably, reconnect her feeding tube. It cited new allegations of neglect and challenges Schiavo's diagnosis as being in a persistent vegetative state. The request is based on the opinion of a neurologist working for the state who observed Schiavo at her bedside but did not conduct an examination of her.

The neurologist, William Cheshire of the Mayo Clinic in Jacksonville, is a bioethicist who is also an active member in Christian organizations, including two whose leaders have spoken out against the tube's removal.

Ronald Cranford of the University of Minnesota, a neurologist who was among those who made a previous diagnosis of Schiavo, said "there isn't a reputable, credible neurologist in the world who won't find her in a vegetative state."

The custody request by Bush was made before Judge George Greer, who has presided over the case and ordered the feeding tube removed last month. Greer planned to decide by noon Thursday on whether the case would go forward. He issued an emergency order Wednesday to keep the Department of Children & Families from reconnecting the tube.

Tom Delay's Comments:

“Mrs. Schiavo’s condition, I believe, has been at times misrepresented by the media, but far more often has simply gone unreported all together. Terri Schiavo is not on a respirator; she can breathe on her own. Terri Schiavo is not brain-dead; she talks and she laughs, and she expresses happiness and discomfort. Terri Schiavo is not on life-support.

“She’s not being ‘kept alive’; she is alive. It won’t take a miracle to help Terri Schiavo; it will only take the medical care and therapy that all patients deserve. Mrs. Schiavo is not being denied heroic measures; she’s being denied basic, basic, basic medical and personal care.

(In re Theismann, it's true Taylor knew pretty much what he'd just done, and was REALLY sorry and did a lot of "you're gonna need a bigger stretcher" concerned kibitzing as soon as it happened.)

I have watched a couple of different plays where baseball players knock each other out by cracking heads, which strikes me as about the silliest thing you can possibly do on a diamond, barring only losing the ball in your own clothes or getting tagged out due to interference by untied shoelaces.

Then there was the footage of Bo Jackson dislocating his hip in football, and then, like, standing up and walking on it. Which is NOT NORMAL. (They made him lie down later.)

Gov. Bush and the state's social services agency filed a petition in state court to take custody of Schiavo and, presumably, reconnect her feeding tube.

The latest I've read is that this effort is going nowhere. I don't have any more details than that.

Popping in to say "avoiding the medical injury shtuff, as I faint easily."

Yet another reason I didn't go into dad's field. Or mom's - she's a psych nurse, after all, because anyone's blood other than her own, or mine or my sister's, makes HER faint, too. Funny in a nurse. Not so funny in ER.

I remember my mother's dilemma about one of my blood draws. She didn't want her colleague to take my blood, because I was her kid, but she didn't want to stick needles into me either.

The word "preventative" is jammed into my head in the slot where I fear "preventive" goes. It would be a relief to hear it's a Commonwealth thing. Or perhaps I'm just extrapolating forcefully from "argumentative."

Timelies,

Healing~ma to Emmett.

Still sick. Took a sick day yestersay. Came in today because I didn't want to miss another day of work but would much rather be at home in bed.

On the plus side, since Monday I've been writing daily for the first time in years. I'm not sure how I'm going to feel about the quality once my head clears up, but I'm glad I'm actually producing something. Here's hoping the bout of creativity doesn't leave with the illness.

I remember my mother's dilemma about one of my blood draws. She didn't want her colleague to take my blood, because I was her kid, but she didn't want to stick needles into me either.

Where my mother was annoyingly happy whenever she got to do any of our medical treatment. Which usually consisted of taking stitches out or lancing things, but I'm sure would have extended to blood draws had we gone to her hospital.

In retrospect, I'm very glad we didn't go to her hospital.

My mother's selectively extremely squeamish. She thought the idea of Bodyworks plastination was disgusting, yet it was her medical books that scared me so much as a tot (I swear one was just a deformity coffee table book -- got me worried I could develop congenital problems). She'll dissect freshly killed rats without a second thought, but my seven millionth blood draw freaks her out.