I’m writing this at my office because my parents are arriving today and I suspect I won’t have much time to blog later. We just sent off a 50-page operational protocol to the feds, so I don’t think anyone will mind if I technically violate the Department’s prohibition on using our computers for personal use. It’s not like there are many people around to even notice. I kind of enjoy these times when work is relatively deserted before a holiday. It gives me time to do little things like clean up all the papers scattered around the office.
But now I’m looking at all the papers scattered around my office and I really don’t feel like cleaning it up.
I’ve previously mentioned the documentary 39 Pounds of Love and my instinctively negative reaction to its premise, even though I haven’t seen the actual film. Noel Murray of The Onion AV Club picked it as his worst film of the year. Ouch. He wrote:
But when soft-soap feel-good tripe like this makes the short list for the Academy Awards’ Best Documentary category while great films like Grizzly Man, Double Dare, Reel Paradise, and the all-but-unknown Sheriff get overlooked, it’s time to get a little cranky.
I’m actually happy to see the film receive criticism like this. Maybe future filmmakers will think twice before making a maudlin film about a man with a disability as a surefire road to critical acclaim.
Minneapolis is one step closer to becoming a wireless city. The city is currently considering two proposals, one from Earthlink and one from local company US Internet, to construct and maintain a citywide wi-fi network. I do wish the city would own and operate its own network. Internet access has saturated the country to such a point and has become so critical to our infrastructure that it should be considered a public utility. However, the political realities confronting Minneapolis probably make public ownership unlikely. If the city moved in this direction, it would likely face legal action from the big telecoms like Qwest, much as Philadelphia did when it began planning its own municipal wi-fi network. But I am pleased to see that the proposed prices for wi-fi network could be substantially lower than what I’m paying now to Time Warner. If I can get consistent speeds of 6Mbps on the wi-fi network, I’ll gladly switch.
Happy Solstice, everyone. My brother is about to leave for Australia and New Zealand, where the inhabitants are experiencing some strange weather phenomenon called “summer.” Apparently, these people are able to stay outside for extended periods without fearing that their tear ducts may freeze over. What a strange and exotic place. Meanwhile, i may have to rethink my policy on gloves. I usually don’t wear gloves in the winter because, as I’ve previously noted, I’m the toughest gimp on the block. But the other night I was walking home from a bar with some friends and we were a couple blocks from my building when I began to wonder whether my hands were still attached to my arms. In fact, a couple of my fingertips are still a bit numb and tingly. I just hope that my nurses don’t start cramming my hands into mittens. I still have my dignity, damnit.
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A couple weeks ago, I read an excellent New Yorker story covering the “intelligent design” trial in Dover, Pennsylvania. The writer expressed admiration for the judge overseeing the trial and predicted the judge would strike down the school board’s attempt to bring the philosophy of intelligent design into public school science classrooms. And that’s exactly what happened. I find this whole “controversy” to be both amusing and a little sad. People who support the teaching of ID tend to be fundamentalist Christians who are normally quite vocal in their faith, but they get all coy when they’re asked to identify who the intelligent designer might be behind such wonders as the human appendix and the blind spot in the human eye. Was it a race of superintelligent aliens? God? The Flying Spaghetti Monster?
On this question, ID proponents are oddly silent.
I’m an atheist, but I understand the need to believe that there is an order, a purpose, to our lives. Life, even at its best, is difficult and it’s so comforting to think that we are all part of some grand design overseen by a benevolent and omniscient power. And people should feel free to believe that if it makes existence more bearable. However, it’s impossible to ground this belief in science. Science is the ongoing endeavor to observe and explain natural phenomena through methods that can be tested and proven. It’s not wish fulfillment.
My good friend Adam Wahlberg, who wrote a wonderful article about me a couple years ago for Law & Politics, has a funny and revealing essay on Woody Allen featured on MSNBC. Go read it and give Adam some love. I really do need to become better versed with Allen’s oeuvre. I think I watched my first Woody Allen movie in college: Crimes and Misdemeanors. I don’t think you could call any of Allen’s films “sunny,” but that one oozed existentialism. And if someone as neurotic and scrawny as Woody Allen can be perceived as having sex appeal, then perhaps there’s hope for me.
For the past couple days, I’ve been experimenting with Konfabulator Yahoo Widgets. It’s a program that allows the user to run all kinds of widgets on the desktop. Right now, I have widgets showing me the weather forecast, my system’s hard disk and memory usage, and an analog clock. I’m not sure how useful these widgets actually are, but they do look kind of cool sitting there on my desktop. And I like the idea of being able to glance at my desktop for critical but generic information. I’m of the basic philosophy that you can never have too much information at your fingertips. People who complain about information overload are really saying they don’t have the patience to filter out the signal from the noise. I don’t have the problem.
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.
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.
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.
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.
