I’m sitting here at my desk and wedged in between my chair and the wall is the most cowardly golden retriever on the face of the planet. I’ve written before about Sasha, my parents’ neurotic dog. She accompanied my parents here for my sister’s graduation and she’s been staying with me for the last week. I came home from work today and found her curled up in a ball under my bed. I think the thunder from a passing storm freaked her out. She’s definitely not happy here; she goes outside only after much coaxing and never after the sun goes down. I think she misses my parents’ yard and quiet neighborhood. But having her around makes me wonder if I should get my own dog. Nothing big; maybe a terrier or something. Are there any small dogs that aren’t also incredibly stupid? Because I don’t want a stupid dog. And I don’t really need a Helping Paws kind of dog. With a nurse always accompanying me, a trained dog might be a little superfluous.
The creators of BitTorrent have launched a search engine for finding torrent trackers. I’ll be taking bets on how long it will take for the MPAA to sue this site out of existence. Speaking of, here’s news of the feds taking down another torrent distribution site. This time, it looks the operators will face actual criminal charges. Yeesh. So much for the idea of setting up my own server to make a little extra cash.
Kevin Featherly, a fellow Fellow, has a witty op-ed piece in today’s Strib poking fun at Governor Pawlenty’s decision to put a cigarette
It looks like bipartisanship hasn’t totally disappeared from the Senate. The filibuster deal forces those of us on the left to swallow some bitter medicine. I’m especially dismayed that William Pryor’s nomination will move forward. Pryor, an opponent of the ADA in particular and disability rights in general, strikes me as someone who places ideology well before rule of law. But the right to filibuster, at least in theory, is still preserved. And I’ll admit to getting all warm and fuzzy when I read James Dobson’s written
Even though I don’t play as many computer games as I used to, I try to keep up on new titles that are coming down the pipe. I was browsing through some of the E3 news over the weekend and a few things caught my eye. There will be a fifth iteration of Heroes of Might and Magic. I kept meaning to get HOMM 4, but just never got around to it. I hear these games are notoriously addictive, so I’ll need to finish the book first. Spore, the new project from Will Wright (creator of the Sims), looks intriguing. And then there’s Quake IV, which looks like a standard shooter, but nonetheless I want to play it. I wonder if I can bribe my friend Charles to move back to Minnesota so I can play the blink-and-twitch games. It’s either that or wait for the Xbox to come out with a neural interface accessory.
And what’s up with putting the new Xbox on the cover of Time? Does Bill Gates really need a newsmagazine to shill for him?
The new Star Wars film is worth seeing. It doesn’t completely redeem the previous two episodes, but it does offer a satisfying conclusion to the story of Anakin’s fall. Everything is neatly set up for Episode IV; it’s difficult not to admire Lucas’ ultimate vision, whatever you think of his execution. There are some visual sequences that are simply stunning, particularly in the beginning. And this movie surpasses all other episodes in terms of lightsaber-dueling goodness. And this probably makes me as something of a sentimental geek, but I was actually disturbed when the Jedi were executed one by one. :sniffle:
Today’s Morning Edition had a clip of a woman discussing her life with cerebral palsy. The interview is part of the Library of Congress’ StoryCorps project. I haven’t checked their website to see if the full interview is available. Her remarks on relationships echo some of my own sentiments when I’m feeling melancholy.
I’m going to try to see Revenge of the Sith tonight. I’ve been trying to avoid the avalanche of news media screaming at me to see this movie. Like I need to be reminded. At least the reviews for this episode are a little more encouraging. Do you think the kid from Episode I pops in the DVD of that movie once in a while to marvel at his own craptacular performance? Do you think he cringes whenever he hears himself shout out “Yippie!” with all the feeling of a tree stump? God, I hope so. Over on Metafilter, they linked to some old Usenet postings containing reviews of Return of the Jedi. Even 20+ years ago, “spoiler” was part of the geek vernacular. There’s something kind of reassuring about that.
I was having drinks with some people in the disability community last night. In my conversation with one woman who is an established and well-known figure in the disability community, I remarked how I don’t know many people with disabilities in their twenties and thirties. The majority of disability activists I know are at least ten years older than me. She replied that when she was growing up, she bonded with other disabled peers who shared her desire to fight for access and equality. She then told me that today’s young people with disabilities seem more integrated into society and not interested in identifying themselves as a separate community. To some extent, she’s probably right. People in my generation came of age in a time where we were already guaranteed at least some basic rights and services. We took it for granted that we could go to school and do most of the ordinary things our able-bodied friends did, like go to a movie or eat at a restaurant. Most of us assumed that we would get into college without much difficulty. And to a growing degree, we are expecting to be employed and financially independent.
A lot of the tough battles were already fought for us. And perhaps that’s made people in my generation and younger somewhat complacent. Over the next decade or so, the vanguard of original disability activists will begin to fade from the scene and a new set of leaders will be needed. I’m curious to see how and whether my peers will rise to the occasion. I wonder if the world we grew up in–a world that in some ways seemed ready-made for us—will shape our own strategies for the inevitable battles yet to come.
As I do more research on my trip to Europe, I realize the issue of electricity issue is a little more complicated than I first realized. As most travelers know, Europe uses 220v electricity, as opposed to 110v here in the States. I think my vent has a 110/220 switch, but I need to figure out what I need to do to charge my batteries overnight, both on the vent and wheelchair. And then there are my other pieces of equipment, like the nebulizer and suction. I may have to purchase a few converters of different capacities for the trip, as well as make some phone calls to various manufacturers. I know there’s a way to make this all work, but I’d appreciate any tips. I also need to figure out whether I can plug in my vent on the airplane during the flight to save on the battery. Northwest will probably make me fly first-class for that privilege.
The Jim Henson Company have announced a planned sequel to The Dark Crystal. I’m not sure this is really necessary, but I guess it was greenlighted in part because of the original’s consistently strong video sales. I’ll reserve fanboy judgment until I see the actual film.
I had my second-to-last Fellows meeting today. It was a conference on–wait for it–Social Security. One thing that struck me as I was listening to the panel discussions was that every speaker pointed out that addressing SS’s solvency issues will be a Sunday stroll in the park compared to fixing our health care system. When you get down to it, the choices for making Social Security solvent aren’t that many. You can either raise taxes, cut benefits, or a combination of both. And when the politicos finally do get serious about SS, they probably will both raise revenues and cut benefits. But if we can’t fix SS, there’s no way we’re ever going to get a handle on the multi-headed hydra that is health care.
One of the speakers also said that if you want to assure yourself job security, you should go into health policy. To which I say, Score!
