Nov 282003
 

I was watching the Cowboys-Dolphins game yesterday and the halftime show was one of the most nauseating, over-the-top displays of jingoism I have ever seen on television. I think the performer was Toby Keith and he was singing some god-awful lyrics that basically boiled down to rejoicing in kicking some Ay-rab ass. And then there were the fireworks and the flags and the gyrating cheerleaders. I’m usually not one to object to gyrating cheerleaders, but it seemed rather incongruous with the lyrics of the song. Maybe my neck just isn’t red enough to get the whole ambiance Mr. Keith was attempting to create.
New DVD Format Approved. Great. Guess I should start saving up for replacing my current DVD library. Bastards.

Nov 272003
 

So is anyone not having the traditional fare of turkey and the usual suspects? I think it’s interesting to hear how families of different ethnicities incorporate Thanksgiving into their own culinary heritage. If you’re having calamari or dim sum today, proclaim it with pride!
This being a day of thanks, here are some things I’m thankful for (in a secular sort of way, of course):
My family
My nursing staff
My friends, old and new
The iTunes Music Store (ya got nothin’ on me, RIAA!)
My job
The Minneapolis skyway system
Netflix
My health (one year with no respiratory infections, yay!)
All of you, for continuing to read these scribblings of mine.
Your turn…

Nov 262003
 

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and, as usual, I’ll be doing this holiday solo. My parents usually stay in Wisconsin and I have no real plans. But shed no tears for me. I’ll be kickin’ it and enjoying some football and catching up on some writing. Wherever you are, I hope it’s where you want to be. Have some dry, tasteless dead bird for me.

Nov 252003
 

If you have an overwhelming desire to hear the sound of my voice, I will be doing a Webcast tomorrow at 10 a.m. CST. More information about the topic and how to access the stream can be found here. Listen and be enthralled.
The NY Times has a good piece about medical students with physical disabilities and the overall increase in students with disabilities in college and graduate school. I thought this quote was telling:
Doctors are the least comfortable and often the least knowledgeable about disability issues.
I would argue that it depends on the age and the chosen specialization of the doctor, but yeah, lots of physicians are still pretty clueless about how to interact with people with disabilities. In my previous job, I did monthly lectures for medical students on how to address the needs of adolescents and young adults with disabilities. I really enjoyed the limited contact I had with the students and I like to think I made a small difference in how they treat their future patients.

Nov 242003
 

Anyone having problems viewing this site using Safari on OS X? If you are, let me know.
Today was one of those days when I felt I didn’t get much accomplished. People kept popping into my office to discuss various issues. At least I know I’m needed. One of the perks of my disability is that I get an office instead of a crammed cubicle. The only thing I’m missing is a window. But one mustn’t be picky. And then after work, my supervisor took our whole section out for beer and pizza. I love my job.

Nov 232003
 

As with most Sundays, I spent much of today catching up on reading material that has accumulated over the week. The New York Times Magazine has a well-written article entitled The Disability Gulag(free reg. req’d.), focusing on the institutionalization, both past and present, of people with severe disabilities. The author, Harriet McBryde Johnson (who has a disability similar to mine), discusses her own fears of entering the gulag in the future. This has also been one of my own private fears. I didn’t realize it at the time, but when I was put on the ventilator my parents were presented with the option of placing me in a facility. They refused (fortunately for me), but there are times when I thought my independence was hanging from a fragile thread that could be severed without warning. Minnesota is one of a handful of states that has a real commitment to keeping people with disabilities in community settings and that has clearly benefitted me. But old fears linger and I sometimes imagine scenarios that could land me in a facility permanently. I like to think that if something like that were ever to come to pass, people would step up to bat to get me out of there as soon as possible. Anyway, whenever I do switch jobs, I think I’d like to play a role in liberating people with disabilities from institutions. Maybe I should even consider a run for some kind of local office in 2004. One thing that disability community needs is a louder political voice. What do you think? School Board? Park Board?
On a lighter note, Time had an article about one of my favorite Sunday night rituals, Adult Swim on Cartoon Network. Most television comedies are unbelievably lame, but Sealab 2021 and Home Movies can make me laugh out loud.

Nov 222003
 

The guy who is responsible for this website must be a real sweetheart. I’m amazed he hasn’t found that special someone yet. I dare you to spend five minutes reading this bitter, vile drivel without feeling a little horrified at his pure rage against women. Oh, sorry, correction: American women.
Those of you who aren’t gaming geeks can ignore the rest of this. I see that Knights of the Old Republic has been released for PC. I’m a huge fan of BioWare’s stuff and I’ve been waiting for this for a while. Anyone tried it yet? Can it be played mostly with just a mouse? I can manage a few keyboard commands, but I prefer games that are purely mouse-driven.

Nov 212003
 

The Twin Cities are supposed to get slammed with a major snowstorm this weekend. Great. Should make my Monday commute interesting. But having lived in the Midwest almost my entire life, the novelty of huge drifts of snow has long since worn off. It’s pretty for maybe a week before I simply get tired of it. If we do get hit, I’ll try to post some pictures so you all can see what you’re missing.
I had to buy a new dishwasher today. Ah, the joys of owning a home. It figures that all of the appliances start to fail after I move in. Last year, it was the refrigerator. Next year, I’m betting on the oven.

Nov 202003
 

Dan Savage writes a sex and advice column that appears in dozens of weekly newspapers across the country. I’ve corresponded with Dan a few times and he is a genuinely funny and articulate writer. Dan also has little patience for intolerance and homophobia. After Senator Rick Santorum made some particularly bone-headed remarks in advance of the landmark Lawrence v. Texas Supreme Court decision, Dan decided to coin a new word: santorum. Using good old-fashioned democratic methods, Dan let his readers select an appropriate meaning for “santorum” that would do justice to the man and his views. So what is santorum? I suggest you read Dan’s explanation, but only if you are not the queasy type. Dan wants this alternate meaning to be on the top of a Google search result list when someone types in “santorum.” So I’m doing my part by mentioning it here in my blog. I ask other bloggers to do the same.
I have a DVD copy of Throne of Blood sitting on my television that I rented from Netflix. It’s been here for a month. I really need to watch it. It’s starting to piss me off, just sitting there. It mocks me: “Ohhh, look at the guy who says he’s a film buff! Hey, poseur, you gonna watch me or not? Or are you just gonna keep me sitting around so that on the remote chance a woman ever visits your place, you can impress her by casually pointing me out and saying how you just love Kurosawa? Please!”
Oh, how it mocks me!

Nov 192003
 

Run, Jacko, run. I mean, really. Does this development surprise even the most ardent Michael Jackson fan? Does he even have fans anymore? And those screaming banshees in Germany and Japan who gather outside his hotel waiting for a glimpse of the Gloved One are not fans. They are crazed zealots.
I’m curious to hear opinions from my UK readers about Bush’s visit to London. After reading about some of the paranoid, ridiculous security demands his administration made, I half-expected the entire city of London to be evacuated just to be sure that no agitators came within screaming distance of the president. And boy, is Harold Pinter pissed.
Lately, I’ve trying to figure out how blogs influence our so-called real lives. Via this blog, I got back in touch with an acquaintance from college and we’ve been exchanging the occasional e-mail. And I’m reading her wonderfully funny and sparkling prose and I can’t help but shake my head and wonder why we didn’t become better friends eight or nine years ago. And if she hadn’t stumbled on this blog, we probably never would have connected and I would missed the opportunity for a new friendship. I continue to be amazed at how this blog, this whisper amongst so much shouting, continues to shape my life.