Dec 172005
 

After seeing Shakira on Letterman the other night, I felt a little better about life here on this crazy world. We may be fucking up the planetary climate and burdening our children with massive debt, but my goodness, what a hottie. Watching her for five minutes almost made me forget that our current government is hopelessly corrupt and that religious fanaticism is being passed off as legitimate science.
Sigh. Sometimes I wish I was more shallow. Things would be a lot more pleasant.

Dec 162005
 

According to CNN, nurses regularly experience sexual harassment on the job. I’ve heard about such harassment from a few of my own nurses. My group of nurses is a little unusual because about half of them are male, but generally nursing continues to be a female-dominated profession. And our culture loves to fetishize women who work as caregivers. I’m certainly not an expert on these things, but is there a profession more overrepresented in porn than nurses? Well, maybe pizza delivery guys, but they’re probably a distant second. I think the urge to assert some kind of sexual dominance over a female caregiver is a defense mechanism in some men who feel vulnerable because of an illness or injury. Or maybe a lot of guys are just dicks.
As for me, I like to think I treat my nurses with respect and decency. My male nurses are required to wear leather chaps and my female nurses are required to wear leather miniskirts only on Saturday nights. But that’s not really a sexual thing. Saturdays are my clubbing nights and I just want them to blend in.

Dec 152005
 

I haven’t done a home improvement update in a while. The new bamboo floors are scheduled to be installed beginning on January 2nd. The plan is to do the whole place, except for the bathrooms. This is happening none too soon; my carpets are begging me to put them out of their misery. Once that’s done, I’ll have to find some attractive area rugs and maybe a couple new floor lamps.
I feel so…domestic! Before you know it, I’ll be blogging about the new throw pillows I picked up at Crate & Barrel and raving about the salmon-and-blue-cheese crudites I served at last week’s dinner party.

Dec 142005
 

It was snowing when I went to sleep last night. It was snowing when I woke up this morning. It was snowing when I left work this afternoon.
You get the idea.
I have to work on an operational protocol tonight that needs to be submitted to CMS soon. Even government workers get to put in extra hours once in a while. Depending on when I finish, I’ll try posting again.

Dec 132005
 

Yesterday’s NY Times had a story examining how comedy explores issues of disability. The article looks at the upcoming movie The Ringer, which features several actors with intellectual disabilities. The film is produced by the Farrelly brothers, who have cast people with disabilities in several of their films. Many in the disability community are concerned that this movie will portray people with disabilities in a negative light; that audiences will laugh at them instead of with them.
I’m not so sure. I haven’t seen many of the Farrelly brothers’ works, but I think the creators of South Park have a similar take on disability. I’ve always admired how the show treats its characters with disabilities. I understand the desire to protect people who seem vulnerable from the unthinking cruelty of the ignorant. I experienced a little of that cruelty when I was a kid. But life is full of comic moments and life with a disability is no different. I get all kinds of amusement from the peculiarities of my existence and I’d feel a little lonely if nobody laughed along with me. But most people are conditioned to view disability as an utter tragedy, devoid of humor or absurdity. I think that’s why my first instinct, when meeting someone new, is to make a remark that will provoke laughter or at least a smile. Because once you can make someone laugh with you, everything else becomes so much easier.

Dec 122005
 

I saw the Chronicles of Narnia movie last night and left the theater without experiencing a religious conversion. The movie itself was entertaining, but it didn’t evoke the same kind of substantive sense of dread and foreboding that I experienced in all three of the Lord of the Rings movies. Peter Jackson’s Middle Earth felt like a fully realized world, while the Narnia presented here seems somewhat two-dimensional. But that might be more a flaw with the source material. This film was aimed at a decidedly younger crowd, with cute kids in the starring roles and an abundance of talking animals. As for the Christian imagery, it’s certainly there, but it’s not emphasized any more than it is in the book. I doubt that it will turn off secular audiences. The movie’s impressive first-weekend box office receipts won’t do anything to discourage Hollywood from greenlighting more fantasy-themed projects.
A few years ago, science fiction author David Brin wrote a column in Salon criticizing Lord of the Rings (and most of the fantasy literature it spawned) for promoting an antiquated and anti-democratic worldview. He reflected on the reasons these kinds of stories may be enjoying such a surge in popular appeal:
Wouldn’t life seem richer, finer if we still had kings? If the guardians of wisdom kept their wonders locked up in high wizard towers, instead of rushing onto PBS the way our unseemly “scientists” do today? Weren’t miracles more exciting when they were doled out by a precious few, instead of being commercialized, bottled and marketed to the masses for $1.95?
These movies tend to express an affection for a kind of benevolent feudalism that seems to sit quite well with a lot of people. Brin’s analysis makes me wonder if we are an instinctually reactionary people, constantly looking over our shoulders at a gauzy past while the future rushes towards us like a bullet train.

Dec 112005
 

I’ve mentioned previously that I have a thing for end-of-the-year lists. So I thought I’d post my own, since all the other cool kids are doing it. Here’s the 19th Floor Entirely Subjective List of The Year’s Best for 2005.
Best Song for Sunny Warm Days–Middle of Nowhere by Hot Hot Heat. For a song with such bleak lyrics, it has a hook so infectious that it should be plastered with QUARANTINE stickers.
Best Song for Solitary Evenings–So Here We Are by Bloc Party. This song makes me feel both incredibly alone and incredibly hopeful.
Best Book I Read–Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell. Yes, I know this book was published in 2004, but let’s leave that aside. This is a book about Big Ideas; about our capacity for cruelty and thirst for power; about what it means to be civilized. But it’s a theme that’s revealed gradually, in stories that span time, settling, and genre. But when you finally see the whole picture, it’s nothing less than stunning.
Best Film I Saw–A History of Violence. Cronenberg’s unflinching examination of the nature and legacy of violent behavior includes a brief but memorable appearance by William Hurt as a total badass. And I can’t stop thinking about Maria Bello in that cheerleader outfit.
Best TV Show–Lost. The addition of new cast members was a brilliant move. And the flashbacks constantly add more depth to the characters. I just worry that the writers won’t be able to sustain the story for much longer without getting tediously cryptic a la The X-Files.
Best Blog–Metafilter. I can always rely on this site for at least one interesting morsel of information on any given day.
Best Day–The day I sat on the Trocadero in Paris and gazed at the Eiffel Tower for about twenty minutes.
Best Friend–Why, you, of course.

Dec 102005
 

I’ve quickly come to the conclusion that I’m a writer, not a web designer. My first few attempts to redesign the site resulted in little more than some muttered expletives. So here’s what I’m going to do. I want a professional-looking design, so I might as well pay a professional to do it.
I’m looking to hire someone who has experience with both web and graphic design to do a complete overhaul of The 19th Floor. Knowledge of CSS is a must and I’d really love to find someone who has a strong arts background. I want a customized banner image, a revamped color scheme, and a three-column layout. I’m willing to pay either a flat fee or a reasonable hourly rate for assistance on what should be at most a ten-hour project (I’m thinking somewhere between $100-$200). If you have examples of other projects that you can show me, that’d be great. This could be a good gig for a freelancer looking to make a little extra cash for the holidays or for a student looking to build a portfolio.
Interested candidates can e-mail me at mcsiegel19@gmail.com. I may also post something on Craigslist.

Dec 092005
 

One of the loveliest and most charming restaurants in Minneapolis is the Loring Pasta Bar in Dinkytown. I don’t eat much when I go out, but I love sitting in the Loring’s dining room, which is wreathed with twinkling white lights and plants that seem to be climbing the high walls. It’s kind of like walking into a nighttime forest. I hung out there with a friend tonight and went there for my date last week. Both times, I was complimented on my choice of location. It’s near the University, so it can’t afford to assume to become overly pretentious. And the food is great without being too expensive. I’m a sucker for ambiance. I think the Loring is now my default choice for first dates and intimate conversations with friends.

Dec 082005
 

On yesterday’s Morning Edition, Ben Mattlin, a commentator with a physical disability, discusses the unexpected death of a friend who was a quadriplegic as the result of an accident. At his friend’s funeral, the pastor and several family members made varying remarks on the same theme: he was free of his unresponsive body, he was now walking around in heaven, and so forth. I’ve watched a few families deal with the death of a loved one with a disability and this seems like a typical attitude. The mourning family has an entirely human need to believe that their loved one is now “whole” again and living in a better place. This kind of thinking is, I suppose, mostly harmless, but it does make one wonder whether the family ever completely accepted that person, disability and all. It makes one wonder if the disability was more an issue for the family rather than for the person being mourned.
I’m fairly certain my immediate family and close friends wouldn’t express such sentiments upon my demise. Like anyone else, I’d hope they’d miss me and think of me fondly from time to time, but I’d be horrified if anyone looked back on my life and saw anything less than a rich and full existence.