Jan 172006
 

The Supreme Court upheld the Oregon Death with Dignity Act today, which should serve as the final word on the statute’s legality. The Court concluded that the Attorney General does not have the authority to define what constitutes an “acceptable medical practice” under the federal Controlled Substances Act. The Court made the right call on this one. If it sided with the government, the AG would have broad authority to determine what practices in which physicians can and cannot engage. For example, the AG could decide that doctors cannot use a certain class of drugs to treat pain. Or the AG could determine that the prescribing a drug for off-label uses is not acceptable.
It’s important to note that both Kennedy and O’Connor sided with the majority. Kennedy seems positioned to assume the role of the Court’s swing vote. That’s why I haven’t gotten too excited about the confirmation of Alito. Under that veneer of inoffensive dullness, Alito is without a doubt a right-wing ideologue. But I’m hopeful that Kennedy will be a moderating influence on the Court, at least until we can get a Democratic president back in office.

Jan 162006
 

Last week, a Hamline student asked me, “If a pill existed that would make your disability suddenly disappear, would you take it?” I tried to answer honestly and said that I didn’t know. I tend to find such magical thinking not terribly helpful. It’s similar to asking a woman if she would take a pill to become a man. Or, dare I say it, asking a gay man if he would take a pill to become heterosexual. Would the pill really make life better for me, or simply more conventional?
But the student’s question does get me thinking. To what extent does my disability influence my core identity? String theory posits that our universe is but one of many. Suppose there’s a universe just next door with another version of me–a version of me whose DNA is barely distinguishable from my own, with the exception of a slightly different sequence on a certain chromosome. Would that Mark be an attorney or did he go into something else, like sales or medicine or banking? Is he married with kids and living in the suburbs? Is he still a geek or a total jock? Does he have the same temperament or is he kind of a dick? How recognizable would that version of me be to my friends and family in this universe?
These are interesting questions, but it doesn’t change my own narrative. My disability and the rest of “me” are inextricably meshed and intertwined, pushing and pulling on each other in ways I’ll never completely appreciate or understand.

Jan 152006
 

Minnesota is temporarily funding prescription drug assistance for low-income individuals who are unable to get their drug prescriptions filled because of technical glitches in the implementation of the new Medicare Part D benefit. Other states are resorting to similar measures. It’s troubling that these glitches seem to be affecting the most vulnerable individuals eligible for the program. In a post-Katrina environment, the federal government needs to demonstrate that it can respond to this problem quickly and effectively. Unfortunately, neither adjective seems to apply to its efforts thus far.

Jan 132006
 

It looks like I’ll be getting back half of the vacation time that I lost during last summer’s partial government shutdown. I’m sure Pawlenty is trying to address the remaining shutdown-related issues in the hopes that they won’t come back to bite him during election season, but I’m not impressed with this half-hearted gesture to appease state workers. Of course, I didn’t expect much more from this governor. I do hope that the Legislature enacts safeguards to ensure that state government remains operational even when our elected representatives can’t play nice with each other.

Jan 122006
 

My toys seem to be engaging in rebellion against me. My Shure earphones, which I use for my iPod, are fading out to the point where I can barely hear anything through them. And when I returned home today, I took out my camera to snap some pictures of the new floors. I turn on the camera and…no image on the rear LCD. The icons display fine, but I can’t get the camera to take anything but blank pictures. After a bit of investigative Googling, I discovered that this is a common problem with the Canon A70. It looks like I can get it repaired for free, though. I suppose this is as good a time as any for it to malfunction. Barring any unforeseen events, such as a UFO crash-landing through my window or a horde of mutant zombies rampaging through the streets below, I won’t be needing it anytime soon.

Jan 112006
 

I have a couple opportunities to play teacher this week. Yesterday, I was part of a public-interest panel at a CLE for new attorneys, extolling the many joys of a career serving the good people of Minnesota. Tomorrow, I’m giving my annual talk to a group of college students who are taking a Disability & Society class. This year, I’m going to try outlining my remarks in advance and see how that works for me. As you might guess, I don’t have much of a problem speaking extemporaneously on all things Gimp, but I also don’t want to ramble on and bounce around from topic to topic with no clear, unifying theme. I usually get good reactions from the class, but I don’t want them to remember me as just some guy in a wheelchair who jabbered on for an hour. I want them to actually remember something I said.
Pictures of the new floors will be posted tomorrow, assuming the batteries in my camera aren’t dead.

Jan 112006
 

I find myself in a strange place that looks vaguely familiar. I think it’s called a “living room.” Someone was even kind enough to leave a pretty bitchin’ computer behind (except I had to hook the damn thing up). Whoever lives here seems to fancy himself some kind of swinging bachelor. I mean, you should see these floors. They totally scream urban-thirtysomething-going-to-great-lengths-to-impress-the- very-occasional-female-visitor.
What a poseur.