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.
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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