Two years ago, the American Heart Association gave the OK for people to stop using "rescue breathing" as a part of Cardio Pulmonary Resuscitation (CPR). This came from a relatively recently study, relative to the 50 years that CPR has been taught, that showed that increasing the chest compressions did more good than the breathing. The compressions, after all, does allow for some breathing to happen automatically due to the mechanical operation of the chest cavity.
What they found was more important, was that the blood get to the brain immediately and for along and as much as possible prior to paramedics getting on the scene. This lead to the current situation which seems to be paying off pretty well. According to the article, 1 in 3 people get prompt CPR attention.
Another issue, not usually preferred to even discuss, is the mouth on mouth method of giving the "breath of life". Many people are quite reticent to do this to a stranger, or even a loved one in many cases depending on the situation.
I've spoken to paramedics myself over the years about this issue and I've gotten a variety of responses. A few have said, they would never put their mouth on patient unless it was absolutely necessary, that they have a device to allow for that, they put it in the patient's mouth, then they breath into them through that.
That may sound against the unspoken rules of being a paramedic, or even of being a "good Samaritan", but consider this: several paramedics had told me they had patients actually vomit into their own mouth while they were attempting to give CPR. One said, it only takes that to happen once, with a stranger, or anyone, to make you shy to give mouth to mouth again.
I asked a fireman/paramedic friend once, about this. Understand, this was a guy who was once a "special operator" in the military going behind enemy lines. He and a partner would parachute in, using Low Opening techniques, literally popping their chute just above the tops of trees, then taking out indicated enemy targets, literally by hand, or more typically, by knife. This was a guy, scared of nothing, a devoted paramedic now; he had said that he sees so many accident victims, so many patients over time, that he (all paramedics) really needs to be careful about doing things like direct mouth to mouth contact. He said he'd do it in a heartbeat if he had to, but not if he had his device available, and he always had it available. He said that device also gives him a moments warning if the patient does start to expel more than air.
I was originally taught to give three breaths into the person, then fifteen chest compressions, then cycle around again until help arrives. Now they are saying that it is more important to give 30 chest compressions before mouth to mouth, or reycle and give 30 more compressions. This, being more important in situation where heart ailments may be at issue, unlike children or non-cardiac type breath cessation has occurred.
From the NPR article:
"Dr. Thomas Rea, medical director of Seattle-King County's Emergency Medical Services, who led one of the studies, says their real importance is the endorsement the studies give to the new-style CPR. "We saw that bystanders were more likely to get CPR started when the instructions were just chest compressions as opposed to chest compressions plus rescue breathing," Rea reports. Many people are uncomfortable with mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, so they don't attempt CPR at all. And when they do, they interrupt chest compressions too long to do rescue breathing. Scientists now think that chest compressions are more crucial, because immediately after the heart stops, the blood contains residual oxygen for a few minutes. Circulating this blood — until the EMTs arrive and can begin more effective oxygen supplementation — is probably more important."
See the full NPR article:
During CPR, Locking Lips May Not Be Necessary - NPR
Hey, everybody! Have a great weekend!
Friday, July 30, 2010
Recent tweets....
I always knew building a laptop into my surfboard would someday pay off....
This isn't a sling. Its a tasteful but seldom seen appendage. So stop staring.
There's still time to prepare.... this year
BurningMan starts on my birthday! :)
Then I said, I'll trade you this cinnabon for that knife. Never ignore the power of a cinnabon...
Ever been sky diving and you hear a ripping sound from above rather than a popping sound? That's reason to get drunk. And hey, no hangover!
I was SCUBA diving along once, turned around at 40' and almost had a heart attack: Sea Cucumber attack! True Story
When caught in a basement, with a gun leveled at you, and questioned: "Who are you?" Always answer: "I don't KNOW!"
Neosporin or Benadryl do NOT work well on Tiger bites.
So, these two drunks walk into a library....
I had a higher education once, but didn't keep up my payments and now its all worn off....
I swear if I don't find a door to escape this reality, I'm taking hostages. No, wait, taking yourself hostage kind of defeats the purpose.
Please do not call if you need anything. Also, we do not accept calls from landmines.
Ghost vs Vampire? Who'd win in THAT fight? Look, only the living fear Ghosts. Vampires are already dead. So, its a null battle.
Should you tell the supermodel you're guiding through the wilds, that the viper strike at your "John Thomas", actually hit your wallet?
This isn't a sling. Its a tasteful but seldom seen appendage. So stop staring.
There's still time to prepare.... this year
BurningMan starts on my birthday! :)
Then I said, I'll trade you this cinnabon for that knife. Never ignore the power of a cinnabon...
Ever been sky diving and you hear a ripping sound from above rather than a popping sound? That's reason to get drunk. And hey, no hangover!
I was SCUBA diving along once, turned around at 40' and almost had a heart attack: Sea Cucumber attack! True Story
When caught in a basement, with a gun leveled at you, and questioned: "Who are you?" Always answer: "I don't KNOW!"
Neosporin or Benadryl do NOT work well on Tiger bites.
So, these two drunks walk into a library....
I had a higher education once, but didn't keep up my payments and now its all worn off....
I swear if I don't find a door to escape this reality, I'm taking hostages. No, wait, taking yourself hostage kind of defeats the purpose.
Please do not call if you need anything. Also, we do not accept calls from landmines.
Ghost vs Vampire? Who'd win in THAT fight? Look, only the living fear Ghosts. Vampires are already dead. So, its a null battle.
Should you tell the supermodel you're guiding through the wilds, that the viper strike at your "John Thomas", actually hit your wallet?
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Cheerleading a sport?
Some of you might be saying, oh no, not again....
And granted, I've not really got much to say at this time on this topic, but here is a piece from NPR radio by Frank Deford on his "Sweetness and Light" column.
His thoughts? Well, they go something like this:
"It was a complicated case that forced this decision, wherein one more college — Quinnipiac, this time — was trying to get around Title IX stipulations. The more women who go to college, forming a greater majority of students, the more women's sports we must have, and that is hard for a lot of male athletic officials to deal with. All the more reason, it seems to me, to certify cheerleading.
"But here is one hard and fast rule I would make: Any college that is put on any athletic probation — like the University of Southern California — for violating NCAA rules should not be allowed to have cheerleaders at any of its games. No cheerleaders for cheaters."
Its nice to hear more people talking about this.
For more, see the full article: Cheerleading A Sport? You'll Know It When You See It
And granted, I've not really got much to say at this time on this topic, but here is a piece from NPR radio by Frank Deford on his "Sweetness and Light" column.
His thoughts? Well, they go something like this:
"It was a complicated case that forced this decision, wherein one more college — Quinnipiac, this time — was trying to get around Title IX stipulations. The more women who go to college, forming a greater majority of students, the more women's sports we must have, and that is hard for a lot of male athletic officials to deal with. All the more reason, it seems to me, to certify cheerleading.
"But here is one hard and fast rule I would make: Any college that is put on any athletic probation — like the University of Southern California — for violating NCAA rules should not be allowed to have cheerleaders at any of its games. No cheerleaders for cheaters."
Its nice to hear more people talking about this.
For more, see the full article: Cheerleading A Sport? You'll Know It When You See It
"Nik Knows" (Humor) - Episode 2 - The Dinner
Dinner. A pretty normal daily event.
Right.
So, one day, my son's mother and I, many a year ago now, had a couple of friends over (or family, I really cannot now remember). We were gathered at our house for dinner.
We all sat around the table with our son, Nikolas, Nik, sitting at the head of the table in his booster chair. I was at the other end of the table from him, his mom next to me on my right, one each of the others along either side of the table.
Everyone was having a grand time. Nik was happy, eating merrily along. At one point, I got up to get something from the kitchen and then I sat back down. Nik started trying to tell us something apparently immeasurably important and we were all taking turns trying to help him communicate whatever it was; but he only got more and more frustrated. He was like that back then.
We would run into people who didn't know him well, and actually wondered if he were in some way, developmentally disabled. He was such a big kid (he's like 6'5" or 6" now, tall, well built, a bit lanky but not what you'd call skinny); and they thought he should be talking already, but at that time, he was actually too young to talk, but he looked older.
In the delivery room on the day that he was born, as I've mentioned before, the nurse was calling him, Bruno, because she said, he was such a big bruiser at 8lbs 13 ounces (same weight I was, when my father called his mom telling her in his excitement that I was 13 pounds, 8 ounces and she almost had a heart attack, or almost fainted, anyway, feeling great pity on that day, for my poor mother.
Nik was fine though, and just didn't talk (real words we could understand, anyway) till later on. The doctor had said at the time, not to worry about it; some kids just don't start to talk a word at a time, learning and building on a vocabulary. Some will wait and suddenly start talking in full sentences. Which is exactly what happened. The Doctor had said people get too wrapped up in how kids should develop, and they all go at their own pace. He was just, unique; exceptional.
But before that, he would talk in full sentences of gibberish, with great passion, getting more and more frustrated that he wasn't making sense. At least, that we weren't getting it. I don't know, maybe he thought we were stupid. I felt so badly for him, but it just took him time to work out the brain/muscle connectivity.
He used to get so frustrated because, 1) he couldn't get the words out, 2) his brain always worked faster than his mouth so that when he finally did talk, the words would stumble out, where obviously brain was faster than the mouth muscles and I'd have to tell him to just slow down; and, 3) no matter how hard he tried, we couldn't simply understand him.
He would rattle off sentences, that meant a hell of a lot to him, but nothing made sense to us. Until one day, it all just did make sense to us.
And, he's still talking incessantly....
But now, he makes too much sense.
Although he didn't talk till late for kids his age, he was up and cruising around, and then walking way too soon. In the end, it turned out he had ADHD, but was really was quite smart. Too smart, for his own good, and ours, sometimes.
Anyway, on that particular day, at dinner, he was getting pretty annoyed. Either with us for not comprehending, or with his body for not following his orders. He was semi chewing some food and trying to carry on a conversation, losing concentration on the chewing, paying more and more attention to the talking.
Finally, I just got fed up with it, and seeing him being frustrated; and so to break the tension, I said:
"Nik! JUST...spit it out!"
He stopped, everyone stopped. The universe stopped.
I could then see the wheels in his brain churning away. I thought, Now what? Then, something went, "click". I could almost hear it. I swear. And suddenly, he just spit out the entire contents of his mouth, it shot out across the table, taking on a kind of shotgun pattern.
Once he saw what he had done, as well as the reaction of everyone at the table, and how everyone else was stunned too, he just looked around and waited for what would come next.
Then, I could see it in his face, that he wasn't being bad, or clever, he was just following my orders. For myself, I had obviously meant for him to just finally "spit out the words", to get out what it was that he was having so much trouble getting out. But, just as obvious for him, as we all realized almost immediately, was for him to just spit out the entire contents of his mouth.
Everyone looked at one another, then at him; he looked at us, we looked at each other; then we all looked back at him and I think the look on his face, cracked the shock and we all just broke out in laughter.
Still, he just sat there for a second, not sure what to make of it all. Then he too broke out into great loud bouts of laughter and we had the entire table of adults and child, laughing hysterically, gasping for air and tears streaming down some faces. Until, eventually it subsided and I could see it in his eyes, what he was thinking, "they thought I was funny, I could do it again!"
But we made it abundantly clear that although, yes, that was so very funny; uh, no, you're not doing that again on pain of being made to feel like you'd not want to have done that again. If you do it again.
He quickly got the point.
And it never happened a second time.
This was also my wake up call to just how literal he took things. Something that would come back to haunt us both from then on. It was also something I wouldn't fully understand until he was almost out of his teens. Maybe I am stupid.
We never did find out what he had been trying to tell us.
But from then on, I certainly picked my words more carefully.
Right.
So, one day, my son's mother and I, many a year ago now, had a couple of friends over (or family, I really cannot now remember). We were gathered at our house for dinner.
We all sat around the table with our son, Nikolas, Nik, sitting at the head of the table in his booster chair. I was at the other end of the table from him, his mom next to me on my right, one each of the others along either side of the table.
Everyone was having a grand time. Nik was happy, eating merrily along. At one point, I got up to get something from the kitchen and then I sat back down. Nik started trying to tell us something apparently immeasurably important and we were all taking turns trying to help him communicate whatever it was; but he only got more and more frustrated. He was like that back then.
We would run into people who didn't know him well, and actually wondered if he were in some way, developmentally disabled. He was such a big kid (he's like 6'5" or 6" now, tall, well built, a bit lanky but not what you'd call skinny); and they thought he should be talking already, but at that time, he was actually too young to talk, but he looked older.
In the delivery room on the day that he was born, as I've mentioned before, the nurse was calling him, Bruno, because she said, he was such a big bruiser at 8lbs 13 ounces (same weight I was, when my father called his mom telling her in his excitement that I was 13 pounds, 8 ounces and she almost had a heart attack, or almost fainted, anyway, feeling great pity on that day, for my poor mother.
Nik was fine though, and just didn't talk (real words we could understand, anyway) till later on. The doctor had said at the time, not to worry about it; some kids just don't start to talk a word at a time, learning and building on a vocabulary. Some will wait and suddenly start talking in full sentences. Which is exactly what happened. The Doctor had said people get too wrapped up in how kids should develop, and they all go at their own pace. He was just, unique; exceptional.
But before that, he would talk in full sentences of gibberish, with great passion, getting more and more frustrated that he wasn't making sense. At least, that we weren't getting it. I don't know, maybe he thought we were stupid. I felt so badly for him, but it just took him time to work out the brain/muscle connectivity.
He used to get so frustrated because, 1) he couldn't get the words out, 2) his brain always worked faster than his mouth so that when he finally did talk, the words would stumble out, where obviously brain was faster than the mouth muscles and I'd have to tell him to just slow down; and, 3) no matter how hard he tried, we couldn't simply understand him.
He would rattle off sentences, that meant a hell of a lot to him, but nothing made sense to us. Until one day, it all just did make sense to us.
And, he's still talking incessantly....
But now, he makes too much sense.
Although he didn't talk till late for kids his age, he was up and cruising around, and then walking way too soon. In the end, it turned out he had ADHD, but was really was quite smart. Too smart, for his own good, and ours, sometimes.
Anyway, on that particular day, at dinner, he was getting pretty annoyed. Either with us for not comprehending, or with his body for not following his orders. He was semi chewing some food and trying to carry on a conversation, losing concentration on the chewing, paying more and more attention to the talking.
Finally, I just got fed up with it, and seeing him being frustrated; and so to break the tension, I said:
"Nik! JUST...spit it out!"
He stopped, everyone stopped. The universe stopped.
I could then see the wheels in his brain churning away. I thought, Now what? Then, something went, "click". I could almost hear it. I swear. And suddenly, he just spit out the entire contents of his mouth, it shot out across the table, taking on a kind of shotgun pattern.
Once he saw what he had done, as well as the reaction of everyone at the table, and how everyone else was stunned too, he just looked around and waited for what would come next.
Then, I could see it in his face, that he wasn't being bad, or clever, he was just following my orders. For myself, I had obviously meant for him to just finally "spit out the words", to get out what it was that he was having so much trouble getting out. But, just as obvious for him, as we all realized almost immediately, was for him to just spit out the entire contents of his mouth.
Everyone looked at one another, then at him; he looked at us, we looked at each other; then we all looked back at him and I think the look on his face, cracked the shock and we all just broke out in laughter.
Still, he just sat there for a second, not sure what to make of it all. Then he too broke out into great loud bouts of laughter and we had the entire table of adults and child, laughing hysterically, gasping for air and tears streaming down some faces. Until, eventually it subsided and I could see it in his eyes, what he was thinking, "they thought I was funny, I could do it again!"
But we made it abundantly clear that although, yes, that was so very funny; uh, no, you're not doing that again on pain of being made to feel like you'd not want to have done that again. If you do it again.
He quickly got the point.
And it never happened a second time.
This was also my wake up call to just how literal he took things. Something that would come back to haunt us both from then on. It was also something I wouldn't fully understand until he was almost out of his teens. Maybe I am stupid.
We never did find out what he had been trying to tell us.
But from then on, I certainly picked my words more carefully.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
1434 - China visits Italy..."say what?" Yes.
Things have been pretty heavy lately. Many of my blogs have been serious, and about very important topics. But let's take a break and explore something fascinating and rewarding to look into. I've known about this since I studied Chinese history during my University years. Now, there are a couple of very interesting books on the topic. This isn't make believe. This actually happened. A Chinese Emperor actually did send a fleet out to travel the world. I just never knew to what extent this adventurer actually traveled.
Check out the web site:
http://www.gavinmenzies.net/index.asp
Still think that Columbus Discovered America? Or, are you "enlightened" and know about legendary Welsh explorer, Prince Madoc and his alleged arrival in North America in 1170? Think they were the first? Or do you also know about the Vikings and their alleged arrival about 1000 AD?
Well, check this one out. Maybe not as early as the Prince Madoc or the Vikings, but a daring Chinese Admiral sailed the world's largest wooden armada to at least have beat Columbus to America by 71 years in 1421.
Later that next decade, China provided the spark that set the Renaissance ablaze. Based on years of research, this marvelous history argues that a Chinese fleet, official ambassadors of the emperor, when they arrived in Tuscany in 1434, where they met with Pope Eugenius IV in Florence. The delegation presented the pope with a wealth of knowledge, from a diverse range of fields: geography (including world maps that the author believes were passed on to Christopher Columbus), astronomy, mathematics, art, printing, architecture, steel manufacturing, civil engineering, military weaponry, surveying, cartography, genetics, and more. This gift of knowledge sparked the inventiveness of the Renaissance, including da Vinci’s mechanical creations, the Copernican revolution, Galileo’s discoveries, and more.
Check out the web site:
http://www.gavinmenzies.net/index.asp
Still think that Columbus Discovered America? Or, are you "enlightened" and know about legendary Welsh explorer, Prince Madoc and his alleged arrival in North America in 1170? Think they were the first? Or do you also know about the Vikings and their alleged arrival about 1000 AD?
Well, check this one out. Maybe not as early as the Prince Madoc or the Vikings, but a daring Chinese Admiral sailed the world's largest wooden armada to at least have beat Columbus to America by 71 years in 1421.
Later that next decade, China provided the spark that set the Renaissance ablaze. Based on years of research, this marvelous history argues that a Chinese fleet, official ambassadors of the emperor, when they arrived in Tuscany in 1434, where they met with Pope Eugenius IV in Florence. The delegation presented the pope with a wealth of knowledge, from a diverse range of fields: geography (including world maps that the author believes were passed on to Christopher Columbus), astronomy, mathematics, art, printing, architecture, steel manufacturing, civil engineering, military weaponry, surveying, cartography, genetics, and more. This gift of knowledge sparked the inventiveness of the Renaissance, including da Vinci’s mechanical creations, the Copernican revolution, Galileo’s discoveries, and more.
If Twitter were around during the Third Reich
Recently unearthed Twitter using a before unknown Reichland technology between Heinrich Himmler, Hitler's Reichsführer of the SS and Hermann Göring, Commander-in-Chief of the Luftwaffe, President of the Reichstag, Prime Minister of Prussia, Plenipotentiary for the Implementation of the Four Year (economic) Plan, and designated successor to the speed freak himself, Adolf Hitler:
Himmler: Hey, "Fatso Göring"
Göring: Stop that, Der Henker! Damn those Allied soldiers....
Himmler: Fine, fine, but don't call me the hangman either, "gold pheasant". You guys there now?
Göring: Ja, we're here, you blond beast. For a while now, actually.
Himmler: WHY? Why does he want to visit an insane asylum?
Göring: Who knows? Maybe he feels at home here? But anyway, he's Hitler! But, hey, something funny happened.
Himmler: Do tell.
Göring: we were walking along, all the patients were "sieg heiling" him. One of them didn't.
Himmler: OOooo, I bet that got his panties in a bunch.
Göring: Ja! So, he asked the man, "Why do you not salute!" The man said, "But sir, I am the nurse. I am not crazy."
Himmler: LMFAO. OMG tinsel-heini, OMG LOLOLOL sooo funny....
Göring: Ja! Funny. Ja?
Himmler: All right, I have one. I heard you and Adolf were standing on top of Berlin’s radio tower.
Göring: Ja! We were there yesterday.
Himmler: Ja! Its new, it is going around all over here today.
Göring: So what, what?
Himmler: So, Hitler says he wants to do something to cheer up the people of Berlin.
Göring: Ja? And then what.
Himmler: Then you say: “Why don’t you just jump?”
Göring: OMG! Soooo funny. LOL And then, he JUMPS? Right?
Himmler: No, then he orders me to shoot you and YOU jump.
Göring: That's not funny....
====
So, too soon? Consider this:
“If you laugh about Hitler, you rob him of the metaphysical, demonic capabilities that the post-war apologists attributed to him.”
-- Author, German film director and screenwriter, Rudolph Herzog
Himmler: Hey, "Fatso Göring"
Göring: Stop that, Der Henker! Damn those Allied soldiers....
Himmler: Fine, fine, but don't call me the hangman either, "gold pheasant". You guys there now?
Göring: Ja, we're here, you blond beast. For a while now, actually.
Himmler: WHY? Why does he want to visit an insane asylum?
Göring: Who knows? Maybe he feels at home here? But anyway, he's Hitler! But, hey, something funny happened.
Himmler: Do tell.
Göring: we were walking along, all the patients were "sieg heiling" him. One of them didn't.
Himmler: OOooo, I bet that got his panties in a bunch.
Göring: Ja! So, he asked the man, "Why do you not salute!" The man said, "But sir, I am the nurse. I am not crazy."
Himmler: LMFAO. OMG tinsel-heini, OMG LOLOLOL sooo funny....
Göring: Ja! Funny. Ja?
Himmler: All right, I have one. I heard you and Adolf were standing on top of Berlin’s radio tower.
Göring: Ja! We were there yesterday.
Himmler: Ja! Its new, it is going around all over here today.
Göring: So what, what?
Himmler: So, Hitler says he wants to do something to cheer up the people of Berlin.
Göring: Ja? And then what.
Himmler: Then you say: “Why don’t you just jump?”
Göring: OMG! Soooo funny. LOL And then, he JUMPS? Right?
Himmler: No, then he orders me to shoot you and YOU jump.
Göring: That's not funny....
====
So, too soon? Consider this:
“If you laugh about Hitler, you rob him of the metaphysical, demonic capabilities that the post-war apologists attributed to him.”
-- Author, German film director and screenwriter, Rudolph Herzog
Now...think about Vladimir Putin. He won't turn out well. He just, won't..
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
DirecTV HD Tivo
I have a Sceptre 42" LCD TV. Love it. Yes, I've seen better, but its what I have and it looks great. I also have DirecTV. With that, I have their HD Tivo DVR. Love that too. Unless I have to use the menu system.
I have worked in the computer industry in one capacity or another for decades. I have programmed, administered, monitored, supervised, you name it. I know what it takes to build, program, produce, maintain, fix and suggest changes to.
I can't tell you have annoyed I am with this system. Now before this DirecTV Tivo I had their non HD version. Its now in my bedroom. Its nice because when I can't catch a show on the TV in the media room, I can catch it on the bedroom Tivo. Just before I got the HD TV and associated equipment, I had a programming update which gave me some cool and faster features. I could even undelete things. But then I got the HD version. God, it was painfully slow.
What's slow about it? when you are in the menu system just paging up or down a screen, is too slow. It has an applications screen with fun apps available, like weather, foreign language word of the day, biorhythems, etc., but good God its even slower.
Why?
Tivo says me so much time between allowing me to watch what I want when I want, need to, or can. It helps me to compress the time spent by fast forwarding through fluff, pausing to answer the phone, or talk about an issue we just saw on a show or movie, and downloading what I want many times when I want.
What does waste my time, is sadly, the menu system. The argument I've been given was you have to down load from the satellite, data in order to be updated when you view something. Right. Whatever.
I have worked in the computer industry in one capacity or another for decades. I have programmed, administered, monitored, supervised, you name it. I know what it takes to build, program, produce, maintain, fix and suggest changes to.
I can't tell you have annoyed I am with this system. Now before this DirecTV Tivo I had their non HD version. Its now in my bedroom. Its nice because when I can't catch a show on the TV in the media room, I can catch it on the bedroom Tivo. Just before I got the HD TV and associated equipment, I had a programming update which gave me some cool and faster features. I could even undelete things. But then I got the HD version. God, it was painfully slow.
What's slow about it? when you are in the menu system just paging up or down a screen, is too slow. It has an applications screen with fun apps available, like weather, foreign language word of the day, biorhythems, etc., but good God its even slower.
Why?
Tivo says me so much time between allowing me to watch what I want when I want, need to, or can. It helps me to compress the time spent by fast forwarding through fluff, pausing to answer the phone, or talk about an issue we just saw on a show or movie, and downloading what I want many times when I want.
What does waste my time, is sadly, the menu system. The argument I've been given was you have to down load from the satellite, data in order to be updated when you view something. Right. Whatever.
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