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...known to scream, swear, and growl. Conversely, obstetricians and midwives maintain a calm and instructive tone. Nurses offer encouragement. IVs drip, monitors beep. The obstetrician, having accompanied the mother-to-be through her uncomfortable pregnancy and painful childbirth, finally delivers the prized baby with the customary, "It's a boy" or "It's a girl." The little one gives a lusty cry then the nurse or pediatrician quickly assesses the newborn, performs any necessary resuscitation, and then, when all is stable, places the baby on the scale and completes the delivery room chorus by announcing the weight: "7 pounds...
...perplexing poster hangs in the office of Omar Minaya, general manager of the New York Mets, the newly minted champions of the National League's Eastern Division. It's a promo for A Bronx Tale, a 1993 film starring Robert De Niro about a boy who gets mixed up with the Mob. Why is the word Bronx--as in Bronx Bombers, as in New York Yankees, as in Evil Empire--displayed prominently at the Yanks' crosstown rival? It turns out that Minaya, who grew up a fly ball from Shea Stadium in Queens rooting for the Mets, loves the movie...
...below the elbow drove the process. Flexing the one on the outside of my forearm signaled a hand to open. Tensing the inner muscle would close it. My first lesson with an occupational therapist, Captain Kathleen Yancosek, focused on how to isolate those muscles. Using a tool called "Myo-boy," Captain Katie strapped electrodes onto each of my forearm muscles and plugged the other end of a cord into a laptop computer. The object was to generate a spike on the monitor by flexing the right muscle. I jerked, twitched and turned my stump. Nothing happened. I pumped again, hunting...
Over the course of the next week, I spent at least an hour a day working on the Myo-boy, graduating to new levels of virtual reality. Finally, I simulated the mechanics of a virtual hand, including the wrist rotation I had paid for with two extra inches of my arm. It took an extra step, hitting both muscles at the same time...
...cosmetic arts also had improved. I received a silicone hand that was so lifelike it passed for real in social settings. But Pretty Boy, as I called it, kept tearing and afforded the precision of a boxing glove. It was too spongy to grasp anything small and too slippery to hold most objects for long...