Medical ‘Indignities’

By | October 9, 2026
Jay seated in a clinical chair wearing glasses and a red-and-black shirt, with a blood-pressure cuff on his arm.

When I go into a doctor’s office, I tend to confuse the nurses and the doctors by happily accepting any measurement, test, blood draw, or other medical indignity.

“We need to take your blood pressure. I apologize for the cuff getting so tight. It’s this one machine.”

“That’s fine. I kind of enjoy it.”

“We messed up your lab test… I need to draw more blood.”

“Yay!”

“I need you to go to the lab at the UVM Medical Center and get them to conduct these two tests.”

“Awesome! I love that place.”

All of these statements are said in a cheerful, genuine tone of voice devoid of sarcasm. That’s what really confuses the medical staff. They are used to patients yelling at them all day long about the most trivial stuff and here I am going “hallelujah!”

As I told a nurse just now, I don’t see any point angsting about minor medical things that occur during doctor visits, things that will be over with soon if I just relax. Yelling and carrying on certainly doesn’t help.

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Fly Like An Eagle

By | May 18, 2026

Today is the 28th anniversary of my starting at IDX Systems Corporation. It was a Monday as well. I am technically speaking still in the same position but it bears absolutely no resemblance to what I was doing when I started. GE Healthcare bought IDX in 2005 and then spun most of IDX back off in 2018 as a freestanding company called “Virence” (surely the worst marketing-designed corporate name in human history) which then combined with the existing athenahealth company in 2019. So, by my count I’ve had four employers but just the one job.

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The quest for the One Ring

By | April 7, 2026

A missing wedding ring, discovered among the sheets in our bed So there I was at church on Sunday, sitting next to my wife in a pew, when I glanced at my hands and realized that my wedding ring was nowhere in sight. I am one of those people who basically freaks out when something is lost. I’ll turn my entire house upside down trying to find whatever it is — unless of course I’m on vacation and then I wind up turning my hotel room or cruise ship stateroom upside down. It generally does not matter how valuable the thing is. I’ll go search a restaurant, looking on the floor and walking around annoying diners; I’ll walk back and forth in a parking lot for hours, peering under cars. And here I was with my wedding ring in the “vanished” category. I immediately thought of Saturday evening’s festivities at a local bar/restaurant/music club. A group of us had, er, a few drinks. Said restaurant isn’t well lit, presumably on purpose, and it would have been easy to absent-mindedly set something small down and not notice it again when time came to leave. Why the ring might have been off my finger in the first place is another matter. It generally stays right where it belongs, but once in a great while, maybe once every few months, I find myself absent-mindedly fiddling with it, taking it off, trying it on my right ring finger, putting it back on my left ring finger. I don’t know why I do this, but it seemed pretty likely that I had for some stupid alcohol-related reason done exactly that at the bar. Who knows if it would ever be seen again? It could have been swept or vacuumed up and disposed of. I messaged an acquaintance who works there part-time and asked if he could have someone check. He said he would, when they opened later that day (it being Sunday, after all). And then I got down to some serious fretting. When we got home, I looked on my work-from-home work desk, on our home office desk, on the dining table, in the bathrooms, then moved on to the kinds of places cats like to bat things: behind doors, under furniture, in cracks between things. No luck. No freaking luck at all. Carole was sympathetic but not much help. She had lost her wedding ring decades earlier while at work in Burlington. Her best theory was that it “slipped off” in a bathroom. We’d finally gotten her a replacement at a jewelers in Key West and she’d carefully put it away and essentially never worn it. She doesn’t much like rings, bracelets, and other things that serve to distract her. It had been a point of pride for me that I’d never lost mine. Eventually I gave up, staking everything on the ring’s possible discovery at the bar, and got down to doing our usual Sunday afternoon chores. One of these chores is stripping the sheets and blankets off the king bed in the master bedroom and taking them down to the basement to wash. I took the heavy comforter down and started it washing by itself and went upstairs to get the rest. Often-times I kind of just yank the top sheet and the fitted sheet off in one continuous motion, but on Sunday I was a little more deliberate about it. I pulled the top sheet down, preparing to yank it off and go back for the fitted sheet, when suddenly I went “What the entire F___” as there, lying precisely where I’d been sleeping the night before, was said wedding ring. If I’d yanked everything off all at once it’d probably have fallen out of the bedding and gotten truly lost under something on the way to the basement. My guardian angel looking out for me, I guess. So I’m glad to have my ring back, not lost forever after all… but I have a new concern: why the heck am I apparently taking my ring off while I’m sleeping?

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Passport Weirdness

By | March 25, 2026

I am genuinely surprised and a little bewildered. I filed for renewal for my passport and passport card one week ago today. Today I was informed that everything was approved and the passport and the passport card are being printed and should be here by Tuesday. I am bewildered because I can’t imagine any part of the US Government actually working properly and efficiently in these times.

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Gambling

By | March 13, 2026
I have my share of vices. Gambling is not one of them. I think I’ve bought maybe five scratch-off tickets in my life, all before the age of 23 if I recall correctly. I used to play poker for fun, badly, back in college, but not since. I’ve been to Las Vegas multiple times for fun and for work, but never dropped a coin in a slot machine, played slots, bet on the hamster races, never played blackjack. It just doesn’t do anything for me. I grant you that there are people who can gamble without it getting out of control, but it’s the people who can’t that make me loathe the modern sports betting craze as much as I do. In that spirit, I thought I’d share this article from the Atlantic: https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/2026/04/online-sports-betting-app-addiction

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Blueberry Buckle Recipe

By | March 3, 2026

Blueberry Buckle for a 9×13-ish Foil Pan

From the kitchen of Jay Furr Coffee-cake style buckle made for a donor party, using frozen Wyman’s wild Maine blueberries.   Yield: One 9×13-ish disposable foil pan (about 20-24 squares, depending on how you cut it) Oven: 350 F Bake time: 60-75 minutes (start checking at 55) Cooling time: At least 1 1/2 to 2 hours before cutting Pan note: Set the foil pan on a sheet pan before filling, baking, and transporting

Ingredients

Crumb Topping

  • 1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour (180 g)
  • 3/4 cup packed brown sugar (150 g)
  • 1/4 cup granulated sugar (50 g)
  • 1 tsp ground cinnamon
  • 1/2 tsp kosher salt (or 1/4 tsp table salt)
  • 10 Tbsp cold unsalted butter (140 g), cut into small pieces

Blueberries

  • 6 cups frozen wild blueberries (about 2 lb / 900 g), straight from the freezer
  • 2 Tbsp all-purpose flour
  • 1 Tbsp cornstarch

Cake Batter

  • 3 cups all-purpose flour (360 g)
  • 2 tsp baking powder
  • 1/2 tsp baking soda
  • 3/4 tsp kosher salt (or 1/2 tsp table salt)
  • 1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, softened
  • 1 1/4 cups granulated sugar (250 g)
  • 3 large eggs
  • 2 tsp vanilla extract
  • Zest of 1 lemon (optional, but very good here)
  • 1 cup buttermilk (240 ml), or 1 cup milk plus 1 Tbsp lemon juice/vinegar

 

Method

  1. Preheat oven to 350 F. Put your foil pan on a sheet pan. Grease the foil pan well (butter or spray) and lightly flour it.
  2. Make the crumb topping: In a medium bowl, mix flour, brown sugar, granulated sugar, cinnamon, and salt. Cut in the cold butter with a fork, pastry cutter, or your fingers until you have coarse crumbs with some pea-sized clumps. Refrigerate while you make the batter.
  3. Prep the blueberries: Toss the frozen blueberries with 2 Tbsp flour and 1 Tbsp cornstarch. Keep them frozen until you are ready to use them.
  4. Whisk together the dry ingredients for the batter: flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt.
  5. In a large bowl, cream the softened butter and sugar until lighter and fluffy. Add eggs one at a time, mixing after each addition just until incorporated.
  6. Stir in vanilla and lemon zest (if using).
  7. Add the dry ingredients in 3 additions, alternating with the buttermilk (start and end with dry). Mix just until combined. The batter will be fairly thick.
  8. Fold in about 4 cups of the frozen blueberries. Do not overmix unless you want lavender batter (which is pretty, but not the plan).
  9. Spread the batter into the prepared pan. Scatter the remaining 2 cups blueberries over the top, then sprinkle the crumb topping evenly over everything.
  10. Bake 60-75 minutes, starting to check at 55. It is done when the top is browned, the center springs back lightly, and a tester inserted into the cakey part comes out mostly clean (blueberry juice is fine). If the top browns too fast, tent loosely with foil after about 40-45 minutes.
  11. Cool completely before cutting. This cuts much more cleanly once fully cooled, and even better after a few hours.

 

Serving and make-ahead

  1. Cut into squares once fully cool. For a donor-party buffet, 20-24 pieces is a good target size if the brownies are also on the table.
  2. If making ahead, bake the day before, cool completely, then cover loosely. If your kitchen is warm, store covered at cool room temperature overnight or refrigerate and bring out before serving.
  3. Transport the buckle in the foil pan on the sheet pan or a rigid tray so the pan does not flex and crack the crumb topping.

 

Notes

  • Frozen berries: Do not thaw. Thawed berries dump extra liquid into the batter and can make the center gummy.
  • Wild blueberry advantage: The small berries distribute more evenly than big cultivated blueberries, so every square gets blueberry action.
  • How much from the Wyman’s bag: This recipe uses about 2 lb (roughly two-thirds of the 3 lb bag). Save the rest for oatmeal, smoothies, pancakes, or a future buckle if you become a buckle baron.
  • Buttermilk substitute: If using milk plus lemon juice or vinegar, let it sit 5 minutes before adding to the batter.
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“Mexican Chocolate” Brownies recipe

By | March 3, 2026

Mexican Chocolate Brownies with Spiced Chocolate Glaze

From the kitchen of Jay Furr Dense, chewy brownies with a cinnamon-cayenne chocolate glaze and a crunch of red decorating sugar.   Yield: Two 9×13-inch pans (about 48 large brownies, depending on how you cut them) Oven: 325°F Bake time: 40–50 minutes (start checking at 40) Cooling time: Completely cool before glazing and cutting (yes, really)  

Ingredients

Brownies

  • 2 cups (4 sticks) unsalted butter
  • 24 oz bittersweet or semisweet chocolate, chopped (chips are fine)
  • 4 cups granulated sugar
  • 1 cup packed brown sugar
  • 8 large eggs, room temperature
  • 2 Tbsp vanilla extract
  • 1½ tsp salt
  • 1¾ cups all-purpose flour
  • ½ cup Dutch-process cocoa powder
  • ¾ tsp cayenne pepper (or to taste, depending on how fresh your cayenne is)
  • Optional: 1–2 tsp espresso powder
  • Optional: 1½ cups chopped walnuts or pecans

Spiced Chocolate Glaze

  • 4 oz (115 g) semi-sweet or bittersweet chocolate, chopped
  • ½ cup (120 ml) heavy cream
  • 1 Tbsp unsalted butter
  • ½ tsp ground cinnamon
  • Pinch cayenne (about 1/8 tsp, or to taste)

Finish

  • Red decorating sugar (to taste)

 

Method

  1. Preheat oven to 325°F. Line two 9×13-inch pans with foil or parchment, leaving an overhang for lifting. Grease lightly (especially if using foil).
  2. Melt the butter and chocolate together: Use a heatproof bowl over simmering water, or microwave in short bursts, stirring until smooth. Let cool about 5 minutes so it is warm, not lava-hot.
  3. Whisk in both sugars until thoroughly combined. The mixture will look thick and gritty. That is correct.
  4. Add eggs one at a time, stirring firmly after each just until incorporated. Do not beat vigorously (this is brownies, not sponge cake).
  5. Stir in vanilla, salt, and (if using) espresso powder.
  6. Add flour, cocoa powder, and cayenne. Fold/stir just until no dry streaks remain. Stop when combined. Overmixing is how you get sad cake-brownies.
  7. Fold in nuts, if using.
  8. Divide batter evenly between the two pans and smooth the tops.
  9. Bake 40–50 minutes. Start checking at 40. A toothpick should come out with moist fudgy crumbs, not clean. The center should be set but still soft.
  10. Cool completely in the pans. Completely. Warm brownies + glaze = sliding chocolate disaster.

 

Make the glaze and finish

  1. Chop chocolate and place in a heatproof bowl. Add butter, cinnamon, and cayenne.
  2. Heat cream until steaming (not boiling). Pour over the chocolate mixture.
  3. Let sit 1 minute, then stir until smooth and glossy.
  4. Pour or spread glaze over the cooled brownies (still in the pans).
  5. Immediately sprinkle with red decorating sugar before the glaze sets.
  6. Let glaze set at room temperature (or refrigerate briefly). Lift out using the overhang and cut into squares.

 

Notes

  • Heat level: ¾ tsp cayenne in the batter gives a noticeable, warm heat. If your crowd is timid, use ½ tsp. If your crowd is your crowd, you already know what to do.
  • Glaze is adapted from the ‘Mexican Chocolate Bundt Cake’ glaze (chocolate + cream + butter + cinnamon + cayenne).
  • Storage: Keep tightly covered at room temperature for 2–3 days, or refrigerate up to 1 week. For clean cuts, chill 30 minutes before slicing.
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Flight Attendants

By | February 3, 2026

Flight attendants walking in to an airport terminal I really couldn’t tell you exactly how I do it, but for some reason, I seem to be able to make human contact with airline flight attendants at a level well beyond that of most passengers. I can’t say “all passengers” because I haven’t exactly conducted a thorough scientific study, but the balance of the evidence is that something is going on. Somehow I manage to communicate with the on-board staff of an airliner on a regular-person-to-regular-person basis, as opposed to a uniformed-corporate-employee-to-boorish-half-drunk-lout basis. Going by the accounts on social media and in the press, the average airline passenger boards a plane wearing their pajamas, with earphones turned up way too loud, and then proceeds to put their feet up on the seat in front of them and trim their toenails. Little wonder that flight attendants report that work conditions have significantly worsened in the last decade and that fatigue and mental health issues are really taking a toll. I think my secret is that I treat them with respect, say “please” and “thank you”, and more often than not actually pay attention to the safety briefing. I do think that gets noticed. Next time you fly, look around you at your fellow passengers. Are any of them watching and listening during the briefing? I know flight attendants don’t especially enjoy doing the briefing multiple times a day, week in, week out, but I’ve got to believe that having at least one person nodding and following along makes it all a little bit better. I bring the topic up today specifically because of two amusing interactions I had with the flight attendants aboard Delta 1856 from Liberia (Costa Rica) to Boston on Saturday, January 24. The flight was full and virtually everyone on board was going back to the USA after spending a week (and maybe enjoying the resort bars a bit too enthusiastically?) at Costa Rican resorts. I believe the flight attendants had been on the morning flight down to Costa Rica and now were working the return flight. Everyone involved had some reason to be a little bit cranky. Shortly before takeoff, a flight attendant stopped by the exit row where Carole and I were sitting — Carole on the left side of the aisle, me on the right — to continue a conversation she’d apparently started earlier with the couple seated in the middle and window seats. It went kind of like this: The FA: “So what town did you say you’re from?” The couple: “Blarghity-blar” (I’ve forgotten what they said) The FA: “Oh, my gosh — my ex-husband owns a bar there.” The couple: “Not the blarghity-blar bar?” She nodded. The couple: “Jimmy??” She nodded again, this time with a slightly sour look on her face. Didn’t take much to infer what she thought of her ex at that point. The couple: “Huh. Well, we always thought he was an okay guy.” Not really the thing you want to say to someone who’s known a particular individual much more intimately than you ever will, but there we were. The flight attendant started to say something, stopped, started again, and stopped. This was my cue. “Well, I think he’s a jerk.” Instant laughter from all parties. With one perfectly timed quip, I had defused the tension and made a friend. For the duration of the flight, she nodded and smiled at me each time she passed. The other exchange came an hour to ninety minutes later when the flight attendants were coming through the cabin with the beverage cart and the snacks cart. When the flight attendant with the snacks got to our row, she rattled off the choices: Cheez-Its, Sun Chips, and Biscoff cookies. I immediately threw up my hands in glee and cried out “Cheez-Its! YES!” And that got this response: “Calm down, boy, or I’ll take the hose to you.” Said with a smile. I felt so happy at that moment. Carole, across the aisle, had her usual resigned “What has he done this time?” look. I think it’s little things like this that make the world a better place.

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Utterly Irrelevant Vacation Travelogues

By | February 2, 2026
Carole and Jay on Horseshoe Beach, Bermuda

My idea of a good time is to go on a vacation to some faraway place and see fun things and get tanked a time or two. I’m not particularly choosy. In the last three years we’ve been to Costa Rica, New York City (multiple times), Greece, Montenegro, Croatia, Slovenia, Italy , Lake George (NY), Turks and Caicos, Montreal (also multiple times), Key West (for Christmas), Dayton, Niagara Falls, Bermuda, Spain, Portugal, Gibraltar, France, Italy (again), Vatican City, and Puerto Rico. On top of that, Carole visited Grand Rapids, Hershey, and Louisville, and I did a solo road trip through New York, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Missouri, Kansas, Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona, Nevada, Utah, Idaho, Wyoming, South Dakota, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, Michigan, Ontario, Quebec, and back home again to Vermont. Two of our joint trips were cruises (Spain to Rome, Athens to Trieste). We also had a couple of sad trips to Dayton, Ohio due to the passing of Carole’s dad. Carole and I never had kids so we never had to worry about child care, whether they were old enough to be left home without having wild parties and/or burning the house down, or whether the Reptilians from Zeta Reticuli would kidnap them while we were away. Vacation planning for us was mostly a matter of checking Carole’s banked time off, picking a spot on the globe, and just up and going there. I’m pretty darn good at doing all the logistics of travel — hotels, air, transfers from airport to hotel and such, planning our excursions, and so on, so we never had to pay a travel agent. “Wanna go to Duluth, Minnesota?” “Sure! When are you thinking?” “Midwinter, of course!” “Sounds terrific! Let’s go!” (To be honest, I would absolutely love to go to Duluth in midwinter. Preferably to stay in a hotel down near the waterfront. Looking at the maps, there’s a perfectly nice Motel 6 just a stone’s throw from a big tank farm. If I’m trying to have an absolutely depressing winter vacation, I think most of my needs could be met within a mile or so radius.) The one thing all these trips have in common is that I took a zillion photos and came back each time planning to write an exciting travelogue so the entire world could read about and see the cool things we got to do. I say this knowing perfectly well that in the universe of popular bloggers and media creators and influencers, I am a brown dwarf and they’re supernovas. I might get five people to read my witty banter. On the other hand, if I write my stuff with even a modicum of attention paid to SEO and social media sharing, it’s just barely conceivable that I’d get a few more hits than that. After all, a video I took of the 2018 SD Ireland St Patrick’s Day Cement Mixer Parade down Church Street in Burlington, Vermont received … let’s see, 5.4 million views. And I have no idea why. So this is fair warning to everyone that unless I lose steam and give up before I’ve really gotten started, I absolutely do intend to share some of the gems from our travels. The emphasis will not be on “hey, look how spendthrift we are” and more on “so we were really really lucky they believed us” and “I never knew that was against the law.” Stay tuned.

Carole Furr skydiving over the lower Florida Keys in December 2024

Carole Furr skydiving over the lower Florida Keys in December 2024

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Murder on the Orient Express at Vermont Stage

By | February 2, 2026

Everyone present for Poirot's explanation I’m on the board of Vermont Stage, so I get an early look at what goes into each production. What we’ve got for you this time is really good. Murder on the Orient Express, based on the legendary mystery novel by Agatha Christie featuring Hercule Poirot, is a Ken Ludwig-authored play that brings the suspense and thrills before an audience. The Vermont Stage production is first-rate: a professional cast and crew firing on all cylinders. This is not your next-door-neighbor’s community theater production. The first weekend is behind us, with six successful shows on January 29, 30, 31, and February 1. But good news! The show continues for three more weekends, with shows Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights with matinees on Saturdays and Sundays. Show dates: Feb 5–8, Feb 12–15, Feb 19–22 (Thu–Sun) We offer tickets at three pricing levels: $39/$49/$59. Each price gets you the same general admission seat; the difference is the support level. Vermont Stage depends heavily on ticket sales to pay its actors, crew, and staff. But, if you use this ticket link, you get a discount: https://ci.ovationtix.com/35092/production/1241623?promo=AGATHA For more information about the show, visit https://www.vermontstage.org/murder-on-the-orient-express.html Click the photos below to expand them and see stills of selected scenes from the production.

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