Tommyjournal archive: March 2003

Monday  03.31.03

About 11 years ago I wrote something in wet cement in San Jose, California. Math geek that I am, I wrote ei + 1 = 0 . Just as I was finishing, a crew of workers showed up and started yelling at me, in Spanish if I recall correctly. I ran away. They undid my handiwork.

Writing in cement (if it cures before someone has a chance to fix it) is more enduring than, say, modified billboard or bus shelter ads. Ask me, and I'll tell you some fun stories.


Tuesday  03.25.03

Today is Béla Bartók's birthday.



One reader of this little journal told me he liked that it was largely apolitical. That was before I started writing about the war. I believe some issues are important enough that they deserve to be discussed even in usually apolitical contexts. I applaud Michael Moore for dissing Bush at the Oscars.

testosterone gel packet But rather than talking about war today, let's talk about testosterone.

Low blood levels of testosterone are fairly common in people with HIV, even among those (like myself) who don't have substantially compromised immune systems. I've been taking supplemental testosterone for about half a year now; a doctor suggested it after I complained of fatigue. It was a milestone, in the sense that it's the first medication I'm taking to deal with a (probable) complication of HIV. (I've been HIV-positive since 1987 and still haven't ever taken any anti-HIV drugs.)

The effects of testosterone are well known, notorious even, but one comes to understand them even better after artificially upping the level. The good news is, I'm less fatigued. I'm a fan for sure--it's worth its weight in gold (grin... like so many drugs, the active ingredient costs more per ounce than gold does). What else does it do? I'm horny more often. My skin is more oily. It's a little easier to lose my temper, but not as much as I had feared it might be. Friends are intrigued and in some cases think they want some for themselves.


Sunday  03.23.03

Of course the people don't want war. But after all, it's the leaders of the country who determine the policy, and it's always a simple matter to drag the people along whether it's a democracy, a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism, and exposing the country to greater danger.      - Hermann Goering, at the time of the Nuremberg trials, 1946



Saturday  03.22.03

At times like this, I have a suggestion for readers (especially American readers):

Read, watch, or listen to foreign news media.

From a British paper, an open letter to Tony Blair from Terry Jones (of Monty Python fame):
Dear Tony,

I'm terribly worried that you may be losing your grip on reality.

For example, a few days ago you went on television and announced that after the US has bombed Baghdad "We shall help Iraq move towards democracy."

Now I don't want to be a wet blanket, Tony, but was it a leprechaun who suggested this idea to you?

Since the Second World War, the US has bombed China, Korea, Guatemala, Indonesia, Cuba, Guatemala (again), Peru, Laos, Vietnam, Cambodia, Guatemala (third time lucky), Grenada, Lebanon, Libya, El Salvador, Nicaragua, Iran, Panama, Iraq, Kuwait, Somalia, Bosnia, Afghanistan and Yugoslavia--in that order--and in not a single case did the bombing produce a democratic government as a direct result.

[...]

If you read German, I recommend Der Spiegel's Anatomie einer Krise (Anatomy of a Crisis) series.

Or read any of many English language (but non-USA, non-British) newspapers available online. Here's a piece  or two of commentary about the war.


Sunday  03.09.03

At about 2022Z today (that's 12:22 P.M. Pacific time), someone in the UK typed "lady piss in men's room" to Google and followed the #4 link returned, which took him/her to (you guessed it) my 03.06.03 journal entry, below. It's wild that a machine has crawled, cached, and cataloged material that I wrote just three days ago, but I'm not sure I want my journal in search engines. I know how to use noarchive and nocache tags, but I have mixed feelings about adding them.

In general I like having my web site cataloged, but somehow a journal is different. I'm not sure why I feel this way, I'm still reflecting on it. The question is, will I emerge from this with a new understanding of what makes me tick, or will I be as mystified as ever.


Saturday  03.08.03

I'm back home from a week in the SF bay area. I've made this drive (or variations thereon, through any of several mountain passes) many times by now, but I still get a great feeling of serenity and contentment every time I come out of the mountains and see miles and miles of desert landscape laid out before me. Drive down Lee Vining canyon from Tioga Pass some time, look out over Mono Lake, and tell me it doesn't feel like you've abruptly left the ordinary world behind. (Some people may not like this feeling.)

I came home to a great day, 60°F/16°C and sunny in Lone Pine. The desert is off to an early wildflower season, thanks to a relatively warm and wet winter. Joshua trees (Yucca brevifolia) in many areas are flowering like crazy. Bats and hummingbirds have started coming back from wherever it is they go for the winter. Spring (whenever it comes) is a great time, no?


Thursday  03.06.03

I've worked mainly at home for the past seven years, but this week I'm at an office--a typical single-story, cubicle-partitioned, Silicon Valley workplace. I went to take a piss at about 6:45 PM today, and failed to take into account that the person cleaning the men's room was a woman and that I live in a society that thinks it's somehow uncool for a woman to be in the same room as a male stranger taking a piss. Cleaning person said "sorry" and began to flee the room. It dawned on your clueless narrator what was going on, I said "relax, you don't have to leave," but cleaning person was already out the door and indeed went to another employee to let him know what had happened and that she was upset about it.

No, I'm not so uncompromising that I refuse to respect other people's sensibilities. (I apologized afterwards.) It just hadn't registered with me that a woman was in the men's room. Thursday is wine day at this company, libations commence at 5:00, I was a little oiled when I went to take a piss, and that may have contributed to my cluelessness. But I suspect it didn't register with me partly because I don't think it should be a big deal. What a society we live in, that teaches us to be so hung up about simple bodily functions.


Wednesday  03.05.03

Everyone (approx 15 people) in the software group at work determined their
Myers-Briggs types and discussed them today. Unlike the last time I filled out an MTBI questionnaire in a work setting, this time people weren't encouraged to share their types, and most people didn't. What drove people to be so reticent? Reluctance to be labeled or stereotyped, or simply a desire for privacy. Me, I thought it was somewhat of a waste of time to call a long meeting to facilitate teamwork and note that different people have different characteristics, but yet not talk about what characteristics each individual had.

31% of the people in my group (including your narrator) had type INTP, as compared to less than 1% in the general population. Make what you will of that.

The group went out to dinner afterwards. Much of the discussion was work-related (and not boring to me) but some of it was chitchat. When people started comparing notes about their children, I felt very much like an outsider. I'm gay, single, and childless--and I have a strong enough sense of independence that I don't want to sign up for being a father.


Monday  03.03.03

Oh-three-oh-three-oh-three. Oh-two-oh-two-oh-two had a snappier sound, but hey.

I'm in Sunnyvale, California this week for work. I do most of my work from my home out in the middle of nowhere, but occasionally I get sucked into visiting the hell that is Silicon Valley. I guess it might be an okay place if you're not as down on modern-day American metropolitan area life as I am. The weather's generally good.

These occasional visits to my employer's headquarters aren't all bad. I'm fortunate enough to work for a company that runs Linux in its engineering departments. People peel the "designed for Windows" stickers off their PCs and stick them on toilets in the building.

Yet another
Tehachapi Loop report: I stopped at the Loop yesterday just as a looooong freight train came to a halt there. I stood next to a car with a point labeled "jack here", but the train started rolling before I had a chance to follow directions. Thus there will be no photo here of your narrator with his weenie out.




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