Yo! The College is very pleased to welcome ZDoggMD as the newest ACMImimi Fellow. ZDogg is a board-certified internist and hospitalist who seeks to entertain and educate about medicine through his rap and other music videos.
He includes a great interview with TechCrunch on his About page that The College found very informative.
Visit his website at www.ZDoggMD.com and follow him on Facebook.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
The Science of Beer
The American College of Medical Informatimusicology (ACMImimi) would like to raise a pint to Cadamole for his Informatimusicological treatise on that gift of biochemistry, the magical work of Saccharomyces cerevisiae -- known commonly as brewer's yeast -- that reduces acetaldehyde into carbon dioxide and, far more importantly, ethyl alcohol.
We wish a Happy St. Patrick's Day to Informatimusicologists everywhere, and invite the gifted Cadamole to join the ranks of Fellows of The College.
We wish a Happy St. Patrick's Day to Informatimusicologists everywhere, and invite the gifted Cadamole to join the ranks of Fellows of The College.
Monday, March 5, 2012
A Healthcare 2.0 Solution
ACMImimi is very pleased to share this video on A Healthcare 2.0 Solution created and produced by The College's newest Fellow, Tom Chelton, RN, FACMImimi.
Even more remarkable than this video was Tom's application to The College, which we felt was worth posting here as an exemplary example of how to present one's case for acceptance as a Fellow:
Even more remarkable than this video was Tom's application to The College, which we felt was worth posting here as an exemplary example of how to present one's case for acceptance as a Fellow:
Dear esteemed colleagues,
I am a nurse without a purse, an informatics geek and a frustrated singer songwriter with alot of really fancy equipment but very little actual musical talent. I also like pizza and long walks with Barry Manilow on my iPod.
Set your way-back machines to 2001. I met Josh Seidman while the Information Therapy Center was in launch mode and we collaborated on several songs to bring awareness to the concept and delivery of Information Therapy for the masses. From a customized "There's Just Something About Mary" to several Beatles cover tunes, we reached dozens if not slightly more than dozens of healthcare visionaries at the first few Information Therapy conferences. My official title of Information Therapy Troubadour was changed in 2009 during the Boston 2.0 conference where I returned to the stage and became the unofficial Healthcare Troubadour. Now, it's 2012 and Josh has shared your link and your mission. I seek entry with the solemn commitment that I will pen new songs to support the very foundation of Medical Informatimusicology (all while juggling the menial day job). With a little luck, my trusty rhyming dictionary and some very strong espresso, I will one day share the edge of Dr. Martin's well deserved greatness!
Gimme My Damn Data Video Project
What we need:
- Video
- Clips (can just be a few seconds) of people jamming to the song:
- Lip syncing
- Air guitar
- Dancing
- Acting out the words
- Anything of reasonable taste - use your creativity!
- Submit your video in HD (widescreen, 16:9 ratio) in the highest resolution you can in AVI, MPG or MOV formats.
- Audio
- Audio of VOCALS ONLY should be recorded separately from the video and submitted in high quality MP3 or WAV files. Then lip sync to your audio when recording your video. Shouts of "Gimme my data!" (as a call back to the main "Gimme my damn data!"), versions of the chorus or verses are all welcome. You don't need to submit audio if you only want to offer video.
- If you want to contribute audio/video to the video, please send an email to ACMImimi and we will provide information on uploading files.
Lyrics for the song are below:
Gimme My Damn Data
(in Honor of Dave (e-Patient Dave) deBronkart--to "Blue Suede Shoes")
Well it's one for the doctor
Two for the nurse
You say you're tryin' to treat me
So don't make me feel worse
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
It's all about me so it's mine
You can cut out my heart
Take it to the dump
Feed it to the dogs
Replace it with a pump
You can make me pop pills
Just to keep me alive
But there's one more thing
I gotta have to survive
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
It's all about me so it's mine
You can knock me out*
To treat my gloom
Lock me up
In a rubber room
You can tie me down
And shock my brain
But just one cure's
Gonna ease my pain
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
It's all about me so it's mine
You can send me your bill
Charge me anything
Drive a nice car
Live like a king
With all the dough
That I pay
Tell me why is it so hard
To get my data right away
Gimme My Damn Data (gimme my data!)
Gimme My Damn Data (gimme my data!)
Gimme My Damn Data
It's all about me so it's mine
Gimme, gimme - gimme it's mine
Gimme, gimme - gimme it's mine
Gimme, gimme - gimme it's mine, mine, mine
Gimme, gimme - gimme it's mine
Gimme My Damn Data
It's all about me so it's mine
Ross D. Martin, MD, MHA, FACMImimi
21 February 2012
(c)2012 The American College of Medical Informatimusicology
Sunday, February 26, 2012
ACMImimi Eminence through Fashion
Erica Galvez, FACMImimi, shows her pride in her new status as Fellow and demonstrates eminence by making a musical fashion statement with her choice in accouterments at HIMSS12. In addition to her wearing of the ACMImimi Fellow button and Member and Fellow ribbons on her badge, Erica is wearing treble clef earrings.The College commends Erica on her commitment to all things informatimusicological.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Elvis--Our Newest Fellow
The American College of Medical Informatimusicology is pleased to announce that Elvis Presley--the King of Rock and Roll himself--has come out of retirement to become our Official Celebrity Spokesperson. Elvis debuted in his new role (and, in doing so, became one of our newest Fellows) at HIStalkapalooza at HIMSS12 in Las Vegas last night. (ESD sponsor's highlights video is also availble.)
Elvis performed remakes of two of his classic songs written just for the occasion by our President and Founder, Ross D. Martin, MD, MHA, FACMImimi. The Lyrics are below. ACMImimi will be posting more about this historic night and all of the new Fellows of The College in the coming days.
HIStalk Rock
(To "Jailhouse Rock")
The warden threw a party in the county jail
Prison band was there and they began to wail
Band was jumpin' down the joint began to swing
But all them jailbirds wanted just one thing--
HIStalk
They were readin' HIStalk
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was loggin' on to read HIStalk
Number forty-seven said to number two
I can't wait to see a pic of Inga's shoes
HIStalkapalooza is the place to be
If we break out together you can dance with me at
HIStalk
Let's go to HIStalk
Everybody in the whole cell block
Is bustin' out to go to HIStalk (and here they are...)
Mr. Greg Wilson's here to host the show
Little Johnny Bush knows where the HISsies go
We'll have a fashion show and name the King and Queen
You can wow the judges if you make a scene
So let's rock
Everybody let's rock
Everybody here who loves HIStalk
Start dancin' to the HIStalk Rock
Sad sack Neal says, "For heaven sakes
I really don't want another pie in the face"
Judy says, "What about the spot I'm in
I get nominated but I just can't win"
So let's rock
C'mon Glen, baby, let's rock
All the nominees who love HIStalk
Keep dancin' to the HIStalk Rock
The party's gettin' started so we'd be remiss
If we didn't raise our glasses now and blow a kiss
To tonight's judges and to ESD
For giving all the food and drinks for free
Now let's rock
Everybody let's rock
Everybody here who loves HIStalk
Start shoutin' "Mr. HIStalk ROCKS!" (come on now...)
Shout "Mr. HIStalk ROCKS!" (that's right...)
Keep shoutin' "Mr. HIStalk ROCKS!"
Shout "Mr. HIStalk ROCKS!" (one more time)
Shout "Mr. HIStalk ROCKS!"
Ross D. Martin, MD, MHA, FACMImimi
21 February 2012
(c)2012 The American College of Medical Informatimusicology
Gimme My Damn Data
(in Honor of Dave (e-Patient Dave) deBronkart--to "Blue Suede Shoes")
Well it's one for the doctor
Two for the nurse
You say you're tryin' to treat me
So don't make me feel worse
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
It's all about me so it's mine
You can cut out my heart
Take it to the dump
Feed it to the dogs
Replace it with a pump
You can fill me with drugs
Just to keep me alive
But there's one more thing
I gotta have to survive
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
It's all about me so it's mine
You can feed me pills
To treat my gloom
Lock me up
In a rubber room
You can tie me down
And shock my brain
But just one cure's
Gonna ease my pain
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
It's all about me so it's mine
You can send me your bill
Charge anything
Drive a nice car
Live like a king
With all the dough
That I pay
Tell me why is it so hard
To get my data right away
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
It's all about me so it's mine
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
It's all about me so it's mine
Ross D. Martin, MD, MHA, FACMImimi
21 February 2012
(c)2012 The American College of Medical Informatimusicology
Elvis performed remakes of two of his classic songs written just for the occasion by our President and Founder, Ross D. Martin, MD, MHA, FACMImimi. The Lyrics are below. ACMImimi will be posting more about this historic night and all of the new Fellows of The College in the coming days.
HIStalk Rock
(To "Jailhouse Rock")
The warden threw a party in the county jail
Prison band was there and they began to wail
Band was jumpin' down the joint began to swing
But all them jailbirds wanted just one thing--
HIStalk
They were readin' HIStalk
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was loggin' on to read HIStalk
Number forty-seven said to number two
I can't wait to see a pic of Inga's shoes
HIStalkapalooza is the place to be
If we break out together you can dance with me at
HIStalk
Let's go to HIStalk
Everybody in the whole cell block
Is bustin' out to go to HIStalk (and here they are...)
Mr. Greg Wilson's here to host the show
Little Johnny Bush knows where the HISsies go
We'll have a fashion show and name the King and Queen
You can wow the judges if you make a scene
So let's rock
Everybody let's rock
Everybody here who loves HIStalk
Start dancin' to the HIStalk Rock
Sad sack Neal says, "For heaven sakes
I really don't want another pie in the face"
Judy says, "What about the spot I'm in
I get nominated but I just can't win"
So let's rock
C'mon Glen, baby, let's rock
All the nominees who love HIStalk
Keep dancin' to the HIStalk Rock
The party's gettin' started so we'd be remiss
If we didn't raise our glasses now and blow a kiss
To tonight's judges and to ESD
For giving all the food and drinks for free
Now let's rock
Everybody let's rock
Everybody here who loves HIStalk
Start shoutin' "Mr. HIStalk ROCKS!" (come on now...)
Shout "Mr. HIStalk ROCKS!" (that's right...)
Keep shoutin' "Mr. HIStalk ROCKS!"
Shout "Mr. HIStalk ROCKS!" (one more time)
Shout "Mr. HIStalk ROCKS!"
Ross D. Martin, MD, MHA, FACMImimi
21 February 2012
(c)2012 The American College of Medical Informatimusicology
Gimme My Damn Data
(in Honor of Dave (e-Patient Dave) deBronkart--to "Blue Suede Shoes")
Well it's one for the doctor
Two for the nurse
You say you're tryin' to treat me
So don't make me feel worse
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
It's all about me so it's mine
You can cut out my heart
Take it to the dump
Feed it to the dogs
Replace it with a pump
You can fill me with drugs
Just to keep me alive
But there's one more thing
I gotta have to survive
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
It's all about me so it's mine
You can feed me pills
To treat my gloom
Lock me up
In a rubber room
You can tie me down
And shock my brain
But just one cure's
Gonna ease my pain
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
It's all about me so it's mine
You can send me your bill
Charge anything
Drive a nice car
Live like a king
With all the dough
That I pay
Tell me why is it so hard
To get my data right away
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
It's all about me so it's mine
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
Gimme My Damn Data
It's all about me so it's mine
Ross D. Martin, MD, MHA, FACMImimi
21 February 2012
(c)2012 The American College of Medical Informatimusicology
Thursday, February 16, 2012
The ACMImimi Theme Song
The ACMImimi Theme Song is now live and can be heard here. One of the easiest ways to become a Fellow of The College is to be able to sing the ACMImimi Theme Song in its entirety -- not too hard since it's only six seconds long.
If that is too tough, you can just sing "ACMI-mi-mi" in one sustained note (like the end of the theme song) and qualify to be a Member.
Applications are available on the Membership Application Page. Please include evidence of your accomplishments or have it witnessed by a Fellow in good standing with The College.
If that is too tough, you can just sing "ACMI-mi-mi" in one sustained note (like the end of the theme song) and qualify to be a Member.
Applications are available on the Membership Application Page. Please include evidence of your accomplishments or have it witnessed by a Fellow in good standing with The College.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
E-N-C-R-Y-P-T
The life of a world-renown Medical Informatimusicologist is both rewarding and exhausting. In his commitment to reaching all peoples within reach of the World Wide Web with memorable, educational and entertaining musical works that focus on the advancement of health information technology, applied informatics and real change in our healthcare system, our President and Founder, Dr. Ross D. Martin, has often been called on short notice to create a musical work that can further these goals.
Ideally, these are purely original works, such as the vaunted HITECH Interoperetta and The Meaningful Use Rap. But there are times the call of duty come so rapidly that there is no opportunity to pen original music and Dr. Martin must instead rely on prior art, adapting a familiar tune to send a new message. The advantage of quick results has its cost - one must honor the intellectual property rights of those artists who worked hard to create iconic, memorable tunes.
In this context, ACMiMiMi is pleased to announce the world premiere of E-N-C-R-Y-P-T, based on the 1965 lyric and music written by Otis Redding and the cover version made famous by Aretha Franklin. It is being performed live today at the 2011 ONC Annual Meeting in Washington, DC by the incomparable Veronda Wright, a former ONCer.
Lyrics are posted below and are free to distribute under the Creative Commons Attribution/Share-Alike license. But the performance will not be posted online by ONC to avoid copyright infringement (non-commercial, public performance of a parody passed muster of the legal eagles at HHS). I have created a karaoke soundtrack for the song, so if you would like to perform it somewhere, please send me an email.
Thanks to Joy Pritts, Chief Privacy Officer at ONC, and Laura Rosas from Joy's office for the opportunity to create this work.
To the tune of R-E-S-P-E-C-T (Aretha Franklin version)
Lyrics by Ross D. Martin, MD, MHA
Original song by Otis Redding in 1965
©2011 American College of Medical Informatimusicology
Lyrics shared under Creative Commons 3.0 Attribution/Share-Alike license
(oo) What you got
(oo) Somebody wants it
(oo) What you need
(oo) Somebody has it
(oo) All I'm asking
(oo) Is for a little protection
(just a little bit)
Protection
(just a little bit)
For my information
(just a little bit)
I'm saying
(just a little bit)
I ain't gonna hold you
Back from your business
I ain't gonna slow you down
But you gotta listen
'Cause all I'm asking
Is for a little protection now
(just a little bit)
I'm saying
(just a little bit)
For my information
(just a little bit)
I'm saying
(just a little bit)
I'm about to give you
All my data
And all I'm asking
In return, Doctah
Is make sure it's encrypted
When you send it far from home
(send it, send it, send it, send it)
Yeah, Doctah
(send it, send it, send it, send)
Encrypt it, Doctah
(encrypt, just a-lock it up)
When you send it far from home
(just a-lock it up)
E-N-C-R-Y-P-T
Keep my data safe for me
E-N-C-R-Y-P-T
Respect my privacy
Oh
(move it right, hold it tight,
move it right, hold it tight)
A little encryption
(move it right, hold it tight,
move it right, hold it tight)
Whoa, Doctah
(just a-lock it up)
A little encryption
(just a-lock it up)
When you send it far from home
(just a-lock it up)
It’s easy
(just a-lock it up)
So please don’t do me wrong
(just a-lock it up)
Yeah, Doctah
(just a-lock it up)
E-N-C-R-Y-P-T
Respect my privacy
Ideally, these are purely original works, such as the vaunted HITECH Interoperetta and The Meaningful Use Rap. But there are times the call of duty come so rapidly that there is no opportunity to pen original music and Dr. Martin must instead rely on prior art, adapting a familiar tune to send a new message. The advantage of quick results has its cost - one must honor the intellectual property rights of those artists who worked hard to create iconic, memorable tunes.
In this context, ACMiMiMi is pleased to announce the world premiere of E-N-C-R-Y-P-T, based on the 1965 lyric and music written by Otis Redding and the cover version made famous by Aretha Franklin. It is being performed live today at the 2011 ONC Annual Meeting in Washington, DC by the incomparable Veronda Wright, a former ONCer.
Lyrics are posted below and are free to distribute under the Creative Commons Attribution/Share-Alike license. But the performance will not be posted online by ONC to avoid copyright infringement (non-commercial, public performance of a parody passed muster of the legal eagles at HHS). I have created a karaoke soundtrack for the song, so if you would like to perform it somewhere, please send me an email.
Thanks to Joy Pritts, Chief Privacy Officer at ONC, and Laura Rosas from Joy's office for the opportunity to create this work.
To the tune of R-E-S-P-E-C-T (Aretha Franklin version)
Lyrics by Ross D. Martin, MD, MHA
Original song by Otis Redding in 1965
©2011 American College of Medical Informatimusicology
Lyrics shared under Creative Commons 3.0 Attribution/Share-Alike license
(oo) What you got
(oo) Somebody wants it
(oo) What you need
(oo) Somebody has it
(oo) All I'm asking
(oo) Is for a little protection
(just a little bit)
Protection
(just a little bit)
For my information
(just a little bit)
I'm saying
(just a little bit)
I ain't gonna hold you
Back from your business
I ain't gonna slow you down
But you gotta listen
'Cause all I'm asking
Is for a little protection now
(just a little bit)
I'm saying
(just a little bit)
For my information
(just a little bit)
I'm saying
(just a little bit)
I'm about to give you
All my data
And all I'm asking
In return, Doctah
Is make sure it's encrypted
When you send it far from home
(send it, send it, send it, send it)
Yeah, Doctah
(send it, send it, send it, send)
Encrypt it, Doctah
(encrypt, just a-lock it up)
When you send it far from home
(just a-lock it up)
E-N-C-R-Y-P-T
Keep my data safe for me
E-N-C-R-Y-P-T
Respect my privacy
Oh
(move it right, hold it tight,
move it right, hold it tight)
A little encryption
(move it right, hold it tight,
move it right, hold it tight)
Whoa, Doctah
(just a-lock it up)
A little encryption
(just a-lock it up)
When you send it far from home
(just a-lock it up)
It’s easy
(just a-lock it up)
So please don’t do me wrong
(just a-lock it up)
Yeah, Doctah
(just a-lock it up)
E-N-C-R-Y-P-T
Respect my privacy
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
The Rainbow Button Initiative
A new milestone in Medical Informatimusicology history has been reached with the release of The Rainbow Button Initiative video from the September 2011 Health 2.0 conference in San Francisco. Dr. Ross D. Martin, ACMI's President and Founder, aka, Dr. HITECH, has been immortalized in the form of a Muppet.
As monumental as this Muppetational moment may be, it is but a small part of a much larger event, a movement really. The Rainbow Button Initiative, which has been an active topic of discussion in the blogosphere, seeks to put patients in control of their own information by acknowledging that we all have different interests and needs when it comes to accessing data. Some want privacy; others want to share; still others want full control. There's a button for that (or should be)--so says TRBI.
The lovely and talented Regina Holliday rallied the (thespian and puppeteer) troupes to create a staged performance that included Dr. HITECH's Muppetastic appearance as he led the cast in "The Rainbow Button Initiative Rap".
Gregg Masters, CEO of Xanate Media, captured it all on film and produced the video above.
Lyrics below. Stay tuned for an MP3 of the rap!
The Rainbow Button Iniative Rap
DR. HITECH
Yo, Home!
Dr. HITECH's in the house!
Been hearin' all this chattah
'bout what everybody sees
Is the way to access data
Like they're all dif'rent needs
I gotta tell ya all that even though
They're all important this I know
They're players in the same show
They're colors of one rainbow
If ya all can work together
I can guarantee
Includin' patients in
HIE is the key
Sayin' that the doctor knows
Best ain't enough
We gotta give the people some
Control of their stuff
So we are going for launch
Hit the button to initiate
This grass roots movement
Bustin’ outta' the gate
Our message is powerful
And positive
It's the Rainbow Button
Initiative
The Rainbow Button Initiative
The Rainbow Button Initiative
The Rainbow Button Initiative
The Rainbow Button Initiative
Now tell us your perspective
And we'll show it's all connected
Break it down
VETERAN (Blue Button)
I been to far-off lands
Tryin' to do what's right
I had dreams and plans
When I got caught in a firefight
Now back in the states
I'm a wounded warrior
All my doctors are great
But sometimes I ain't sure
Exactly how to keep it straight
Or know just how to navigate
All my meds and lab results
And how they relate
But now I push the Blue Button
And it's all there to see
Just a click of the mouse
And it all comes to me
And it's not just for this vet
Heck, that ain't nuttin'
Just see what stuff *you* get
When you hit the Blue Button
ALL
The Rainbow Button Initiative
The Rainbow Button Initiative
The Rainbow Button Initiative
The Rainbow Button Initiative
CELEBRITY (Red Button)
Yes, I am a famous actress and
I love that I'm adored
But when I go to see my therapist
I want to be ignored
The paparazzi put me in a
Compromising state when they
Caught me slipping out of rehab
Through the back gate
Now the tabloids all are speculating
Maybe I'm expecting
They say from a fling during
A movie I was making
Now they're fishing for my records
And hiring detectives
For clues to see if I might be
A mommy-to-be
And so to keep my privacy
I've got these two hunks next to me
To wipe away the memory
Of every doc I go to see
It's true -- on occasion
My boys can be aggressive
Then my docs forget their names
Or where they live and that's excessive
But now I have a button
In my favorite color -- red!
So instead of wiping brain cells
I encrypt the chart instead
I press the Red Button--Poof!
My record--you can't find it!
It's all still there, but who knows where
The data have been blinded!
ALL
The Rainbow Button Initiative
The Rainbow Button Initiative
The Rainbow Button Initiative
The Rainbow Button Initiative
EARTH MOTHER (Green Button)
I'm a natural giver
Always willing to share
I got data to deliver
To make better care
Giver starts with G
And so does green
I push the green button
So my data can be seen
Some people need protection
Wanna keep it in control
I dig that predilection
But I need to be bold
If some piece of information
Can assist in the creation
Of a cure for somethin' devastatin'
I'm not one for hesitatin'
Serve it up! Shout it out!
Post it where there'll be no doubt
So researchers everywhere
Can find the data to compare
And test a new invention
That's exactly my intention
When I push the green button
My records get out there
ALL
The Rainbow Button Initiative
The Rainbow Button Initiative
The Rainbow Button Initiative
The Rainbow Button Initiative
DIRECTOR (White Button)
I'm the writer and director
Of a one-man show
It's all about me
If you really want to know
I'm always on location
'Nother day another town
When I need a medication
My Doc is not around
So I find a local PCP
Who doesn't know my history
Without my information
I'm at risk of devastation
From receiving wrong prescriptions
Or an error of omission
But I have a secret weapon
It's a little White Button
I send her my history
Medications, allergies
In a CCD
So she'll know me
I'm directly in control
And I love my role
As the center of it all
I'm having a ball!
ALL
The Rainbow Button Initiative
The Rainbow Button Initiative
The Rainbow Button Initiative
The Rainbow Button Initiative
DR. HITECH
These are just a few colors
And the needs they explain
There's a whole lotta others
That got similar pain
Like the parents tryin’ to get their kids
Signed up for band
They gotta have vaccination
Records in hand
And how many out there have
A mom or a dad
Livin' far away
And then their health goes bad
Good luck gettin' any clue
What's goin' on there
Seems we need a Gray Button
To help with elder care
Outta doubt there are others
We ain't thought of yet
There's room in the rainbow
For whatever we get in…
ALL
The Rainbow Button Initiative
The Rainbow Button Initiative
The Rainbow Button Initiative
The Rainbow button Initiative...
As monumental as this Muppetational moment may be, it is but a small part of a much larger event, a movement really. The Rainbow Button Initiative, which has been an active topic of discussion in the blogosphere, seeks to put patients in control of their own information by acknowledging that we all have different interests and needs when it comes to accessing data. Some want privacy; others want to share; still others want full control. There's a button for that (or should be)--so says TRBI.
The lovely and talented Regina Holliday rallied the (thespian and puppeteer) troupes to create a staged performance that included Dr. HITECH's Muppetastic appearance as he led the cast in "The Rainbow Button Initiative Rap".
Gregg Masters, CEO of Xanate Media, captured it all on film and produced the video above.
Lyrics below. Stay tuned for an MP3 of the rap!
The Rainbow Button Iniative Rap
DR. HITECH
Yo, Home!
Dr. HITECH's in the house!
Been hearin' all this chattah
'bout what everybody sees
Is the way to access data
Like they're all dif'rent needs
I gotta tell ya all that even though
They're all important this I know
They're players in the same show
They're colors of one rainbow
If ya all can work together
I can guarantee
Includin' patients in
HIE is the key
Sayin' that the doctor knows
Best ain't enough
We gotta give the people some
Control of their stuff
So we are going for launch
Hit the button to initiate
This grass roots movement
Bustin’ outta' the gate
Our message is powerful
And positive
It's the Rainbow Button
Initiative
The Rainbow Button Initiative
The Rainbow Button Initiative
The Rainbow Button Initiative
The Rainbow Button Initiative
Now tell us your perspective
And we'll show it's all connected
Break it down
VETERAN (Blue Button)
I been to far-off lands
Tryin' to do what's right
I had dreams and plans
When I got caught in a firefight
Now back in the states
I'm a wounded warrior
All my doctors are great
But sometimes I ain't sure
Exactly how to keep it straight
Or know just how to navigate
All my meds and lab results
And how they relate
But now I push the Blue Button
And it's all there to see
Just a click of the mouse
And it all comes to me
And it's not just for this vet
Heck, that ain't nuttin'
Just see what stuff *you* get
When you hit the Blue Button
ALL
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CELEBRITY (Red Button)
Yes, I am a famous actress and
I love that I'm adored
But when I go to see my therapist
I want to be ignored
The paparazzi put me in a
Compromising state when they
Caught me slipping out of rehab
Through the back gate
Now the tabloids all are speculating
Maybe I'm expecting
They say from a fling during
A movie I was making
Now they're fishing for my records
And hiring detectives
For clues to see if I might be
A mommy-to-be
And so to keep my privacy
I've got these two hunks next to me
To wipe away the memory
Of every doc I go to see
It's true -- on occasion
My boys can be aggressive
Then my docs forget their names
Or where they live and that's excessive
But now I have a button
In my favorite color -- red!
So instead of wiping brain cells
I encrypt the chart instead
I press the Red Button--Poof!
My record--you can't find it!
It's all still there, but who knows where
The data have been blinded!
ALL
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EARTH MOTHER (Green Button)
I'm a natural giver
Always willing to share
I got data to deliver
To make better care
Giver starts with G
And so does green
I push the green button
So my data can be seen
Some people need protection
Wanna keep it in control
I dig that predilection
But I need to be bold
If some piece of information
Can assist in the creation
Of a cure for somethin' devastatin'
I'm not one for hesitatin'
Serve it up! Shout it out!
Post it where there'll be no doubt
So researchers everywhere
Can find the data to compare
And test a new invention
That's exactly my intention
When I push the green button
My records get out there
ALL
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DIRECTOR (White Button)
I'm the writer and director
Of a one-man show
It's all about me
If you really want to know
I'm always on location
'Nother day another town
When I need a medication
My Doc is not around
So I find a local PCP
Who doesn't know my history
Without my information
I'm at risk of devastation
From receiving wrong prescriptions
Or an error of omission
But I have a secret weapon
It's a little White Button
I send her my history
Medications, allergies
In a CCD
So she'll know me
I'm directly in control
And I love my role
As the center of it all
I'm having a ball!
ALL
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DR. HITECH
These are just a few colors
And the needs they explain
There's a whole lotta others
That got similar pain
Like the parents tryin’ to get their kids
Signed up for band
They gotta have vaccination
Records in hand
And how many out there have
A mom or a dad
Livin' far away
And then their health goes bad
Good luck gettin' any clue
What's goin' on there
Seems we need a Gray Button
To help with elder care
Outta doubt there are others
We ain't thought of yet
There's room in the rainbow
For whatever we get in…
ALL
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The Rainbow button Initiative...
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Remembering 9/10 and the Days that Followed
On this day of remembrance, only the most unaffected among us can help but reflect on where they were and how time in our minds has forever been cleaved into two parts: before the morning of September 11th, 2001 and after.
Like everyone old enough to retain a memory of that day, I have very distinct memories of where I was (on the Metro North train heading to Grand Central Station) and how the day unfolded. (I was lucky and never made it into the City).
As indelible are the memories of that day--making it home after a time to the juxtaposition of my then six-month old beamish boy Taylor and the images that repeated on the television screen--what I think of more is the night before the world changed.
My friend Peter Frishauf invited me to see Les Paul perform with his trio at one of his weekly gigs at the Iridium. I had to go uptown from 42nd street and got caught in an flash downpour that made every cab in Manhattan vanish, leaving me to walk about 10 blocks. My umbrella was no match against the torrent, the rain bouncing up from the ground to leave me completely drenched. But even that was a treat as it gave me an excuse to trade my sopping wet dress shirt for a Les Paul t-shirt.
The show was remarkable in so many ways - Les' obviously arthritic hands couldn't play some of the furious riffs of his former years, but his gift for music was still undeniable. Even more, the field of musical gravity that pulled talent from the furthest reaches into his orbit. More than one famous rocker was in the audience that night, there to pay him homage, which he repaid by handing over his guitar and letting them sit in. Suddenly this big, bearded rock star turns into a little boy who has just been handed Superman's cape by the Man of Steel himself and told to try it on for size. I thought he might cry. Instead, he played it with reverence and skill--like the little drummer boy, repaying a gift he had been given with every ounce of his being.
It was an exhilarating, cathartic experience. One that provided profoundly needed perspective for what followed.
My strongest memories of what followed are from the Friday of that first week--my first day back at work in Manhattan. No one worked, really. We all spent time making sure that everyone was okay and keeping mindful of the continuing uncertainty of when and where the other shoe would drop. Grand Central Station had dramatically changed. Before 9/11, it represented to me the left ventricle of the world, where hundreds of thousands of people of all colors, shapes and dress traversed each day, pulsed with energy that seemed to flow from sheer momentum to the farthest corners of the world. Now it was a terrorist target, crawling with heavily armed police and soldiers and surrounded by large military trucks to protect it against bombs or chemical attack.
Since there wasn't much in the way of real work to do, I decided to venture out to see how close I get to ground zero on foot. I had been to the World Trade Center many times, taking my nephew to the observation deck just a month before and attending a two-day conference at the Windows of the World about a month before that. But I had didn't have any true perspective on how close it was from my daily grind.
So I started walking south. The first thing that struck me was how the character of New Yorkers had fundamentally changed. These people notorious for being abrupt and avoiding eye contact with strangers, were purposefully looking directly into one anothers' eyes. "Are you okay? Really, are you? I'm here for you" were the unspoken words exchanged.
Walking through Greenwich Village and Washington Square was perhaps the most surreal part of the journey. The candlelight vigil that had spontaneously formed that first night in the square had grown into an organic memorial of remembrance. And the Village, known more for its only-in-the-Big-Apple unique form of rebelliousness that was distinctly American but hardly patriotic, was shrouded in more American flags than I could possibly count.
But my first true sign that we would rise from the ashes of this tragedy came at the end of my journey: Houston Street, where a makeshift plywood barrier had been erected that kept all but those involved in the rescue and recovery efforts. There was a carnival of humanity--people milling about slowly, some still clearly in shock, others moving more purposefully. Within this milieu was an unmistakable sign of hope--just three days after this day of unimaginable horror, enterprising merchants had already created buttons and t-shirts commemorating the day. My favorite was one had been created in such haste that the grammar wasn't even correct: "I Survive the Attack" it read.
On further reflection, though, I decided that the use of the present tense was more reflective of our true condition. We do survive the attack and continue to persevere as Americans and as world citizens. Even now, as the long-term repercussions of that fateful day continue to make casualties of our economy, our soldiers and our psyches, we endure.
After 9/11, I wrote "United, We Stand"--one of my Infinite Poetry pieces--as a reflection on the day. You can find a hastily constructed video and recording of the song that I wrote several years later on YouTube. It says simply:
...United, we stand
Standing, we rise
Rising, we soar
Soaring, we're free
Free, we unite
United, we stand...
Beginning as it ends, it is designed to continue on in a virtuous cycle that reflects our better selves as Americans. It is this aspect of the American spirit that I continue to strive to emulate. Even in the face of challenge and even decline, we can remain true to what has made us a great nation and people--our unity, our perseverance, and the freedoms we enjoy, which make it all possible.
Spending that night before the world changed with good friends, a soaked shirt, and Les Paul, continues to inspire me to live my life in a manner honoring the spirit of that night and I am ever grateful to have had that special moment.
Like everyone old enough to retain a memory of that day, I have very distinct memories of where I was (on the Metro North train heading to Grand Central Station) and how the day unfolded. (I was lucky and never made it into the City).
As indelible are the memories of that day--making it home after a time to the juxtaposition of my then six-month old beamish boy Taylor and the images that repeated on the television screen--what I think of more is the night before the world changed.
My friend Peter Frishauf invited me to see Les Paul perform with his trio at one of his weekly gigs at the Iridium. I had to go uptown from 42nd street and got caught in an flash downpour that made every cab in Manhattan vanish, leaving me to walk about 10 blocks. My umbrella was no match against the torrent, the rain bouncing up from the ground to leave me completely drenched. But even that was a treat as it gave me an excuse to trade my sopping wet dress shirt for a Les Paul t-shirt.
The show was remarkable in so many ways - Les' obviously arthritic hands couldn't play some of the furious riffs of his former years, but his gift for music was still undeniable. Even more, the field of musical gravity that pulled talent from the furthest reaches into his orbit. More than one famous rocker was in the audience that night, there to pay him homage, which he repaid by handing over his guitar and letting them sit in. Suddenly this big, bearded rock star turns into a little boy who has just been handed Superman's cape by the Man of Steel himself and told to try it on for size. I thought he might cry. Instead, he played it with reverence and skill--like the little drummer boy, repaying a gift he had been given with every ounce of his being.
It was an exhilarating, cathartic experience. One that provided profoundly needed perspective for what followed.
My strongest memories of what followed are from the Friday of that first week--my first day back at work in Manhattan. No one worked, really. We all spent time making sure that everyone was okay and keeping mindful of the continuing uncertainty of when and where the other shoe would drop. Grand Central Station had dramatically changed. Before 9/11, it represented to me the left ventricle of the world, where hundreds of thousands of people of all colors, shapes and dress traversed each day, pulsed with energy that seemed to flow from sheer momentum to the farthest corners of the world. Now it was a terrorist target, crawling with heavily armed police and soldiers and surrounded by large military trucks to protect it against bombs or chemical attack.
Since there wasn't much in the way of real work to do, I decided to venture out to see how close I get to ground zero on foot. I had been to the World Trade Center many times, taking my nephew to the observation deck just a month before and attending a two-day conference at the Windows of the World about a month before that. But I had didn't have any true perspective on how close it was from my daily grind.
So I started walking south. The first thing that struck me was how the character of New Yorkers had fundamentally changed. These people notorious for being abrupt and avoiding eye contact with strangers, were purposefully looking directly into one anothers' eyes. "Are you okay? Really, are you? I'm here for you" were the unspoken words exchanged.
Walking through Greenwich Village and Washington Square was perhaps the most surreal part of the journey. The candlelight vigil that had spontaneously formed that first night in the square had grown into an organic memorial of remembrance. And the Village, known more for its only-in-the-Big-Apple unique form of rebelliousness that was distinctly American but hardly patriotic, was shrouded in more American flags than I could possibly count.
But my first true sign that we would rise from the ashes of this tragedy came at the end of my journey: Houston Street, where a makeshift plywood barrier had been erected that kept all but those involved in the rescue and recovery efforts. There was a carnival of humanity--people milling about slowly, some still clearly in shock, others moving more purposefully. Within this milieu was an unmistakable sign of hope--just three days after this day of unimaginable horror, enterprising merchants had already created buttons and t-shirts commemorating the day. My favorite was one had been created in such haste that the grammar wasn't even correct: "I Survive the Attack" it read.
On further reflection, though, I decided that the use of the present tense was more reflective of our true condition. We do survive the attack and continue to persevere as Americans and as world citizens. Even now, as the long-term repercussions of that fateful day continue to make casualties of our economy, our soldiers and our psyches, we endure.
After 9/11, I wrote "United, We Stand"--one of my Infinite Poetry pieces--as a reflection on the day. You can find a hastily constructed video and recording of the song that I wrote several years later on YouTube. It says simply:
...United, we stand
Standing, we rise
Rising, we soar
Soaring, we're free
Free, we unite
United, we stand...
Beginning as it ends, it is designed to continue on in a virtuous cycle that reflects our better selves as Americans. It is this aspect of the American spirit that I continue to strive to emulate. Even in the face of challenge and even decline, we can remain true to what has made us a great nation and people--our unity, our perseverance, and the freedoms we enjoy, which make it all possible.
Spending that night before the world changed with good friends, a soaked shirt, and Les Paul, continues to inspire me to live my life in a manner honoring the spirit of that night and I am ever grateful to have had that special moment.
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