Aug 272003
 

I had a chance to play with a digital camera yesterday, so I thought I’d share some views from the 19th Floor. This one is looking west towards downtown Minneapolis. The tall building in the center is the IDS Center and to the left is the historic Foshay Tower. When the sun sets in the evening, the play of the light off the glass and steel can be really beautiful. I’ll try to get a shot of this view at dusk sometime. And here is a view looking south towards the suburbs. Not as interesting, I must admit.
And here’s me. I need a haircut.

Aug 262003
 

One disability-related story that has received some press this week is the young boy with autism who died during some kind of exorcism ceremony. It breaks my heart to imagine the pain and fear this kid must have experienced in the last moments of his life. It also boggles my mind that people living in an urban Midwest city in the 21st century still believe in things like evil spirits. Of course, the idea that people with disabilities are possessed by evil demons stretches back to medieval times. This article provides a good overview of historical attitudes towards disability. There’s no doubt that general attitudes about disability have improved, but I’m troubled that these remnants of Dark Age thinking still persist. I’ve had my own run-ins with people who think this way and all I could do was shake my head and hope that a new Age of Enlightenment is just around the corner.

Aug 242003
 

My brother arrived this evening and I’m looking forward to spending the next week with him. We had a good conversation and he reminded me of some things from back when we were kids that I hadn’t thought about in years. Like how we used to call one of my nurses the “Polyester Princess.” Don’t ask.
I’ve been hearing a lot about the Blaster and Sobig plagues, but it hasn’t affected me. Like a good boy, I try to stay on top of critical patches put out by Micro$oft and I have a firewall running at all times. My brother was checking his e-mail earlier and he was still receiving hundreds of Sobig messages from infected computers. Guess I’m just lucky.

Aug 232003
 

My brother is coming for a visit tomorrow. He’s 3 years younger than me and a Ph.D. candidate at Cornell, so we don’t see each other very often. In fact, he’s leaving soon to spend a year in Europe. When I asked him what he wanted to do, he said “Play computer games!” That kind of surprised me. We used to be gaming buddies when we were kids, but I thought he had outgrown that stuff. But I shouldn’t talk. I certainly never grew out of it. Maybe I’ll take him to the State Fair too. He can pig out on Pronto Pups and mini donuts. My blogging shouldn’t be affected, but it might be a little lighter.
I set up my wireless network today. Every computer-related task should be this easy. Now my system won’t be tied up by my sister when she stays with me in September. That girl can chat on AIM for hours and hours.
My friend Allison sent me a CD with some great music that included some Australian artists. Stuff like Christine Anu, Endorphin, and george. Awesome stuff. The US music scene is wonderful, but the good material never gets any airplay. I hope radio is more diverse Down Under.

Aug 222003
 

Football season is approaching and that can only mean one thing. Fantasy football psychos. You know the type. They start poring over fantasy magazines and websites in friggin’ March. They extol, without prompting, the virtues of some unknown second-year wide receiver in Phoenix who is just itching for a breakout season. During the season, they can rattle off yards gained and touchdowns made for scores of players like some freakish human computer. I tried fantasy football a few years ago and quickly realized that I don’t have the time or obsessiveness needed to be very good at it. But I do enjoy a simple football pool. Every year, I play Pigskin Pick ‘Em on ESPN’s website. This year, I thought it might be fun to set up a private game with some of my interested readers. You can register here and then search for a private group called The 19th Floor. The password is “blog”. I promise, no trash talking or crude homophobic jokes. Won’t you join me?
I realized today that I’ve been blogging for almost a year. I looked back at some of the early entries and winced. It took me a while to find my voice. And now that I know a few dozen people read this every day, I probably exercise a little more care and thought with my writing. But does that contradict the nature of blogging? Or should a blog be more than “Took the dog for a walk”-type fare? What is it that generates interest in a blog beyond that individual’s immediate circle of friends and families? Go on, discuss!

Aug 212003
 

I was just reading this advice to students who are starting their first year of law school. I wish this had been around back in 1995. When I entered law school, I thought it would just be a slightly more difficult version of college. And most of college had been extremely easy for me. I quickly discovered how wrong I was. It probably took me a whole year to learn how to think and study like a law student should. But that first year also served as a much-needed kick in the ass for me. I needed to realize that I wasn’t as smart as I thought I was and that there were lots of people smarter than me. That first year was also my first year away from home, so I attribute some of my poor performance to general “Doing Whatever the Fuck I Want” Syndrome.
The Web can still weird me out sometimes. If you go here and scroll down, you’ll see that I’m someone else’s footnote (except he spells my first name with the oh-so-European C). It’s an article I wrote in law school and you can probably still find it on Lexis-Nexis. I must admit that it’s one of the better things I’ve ever written.

Aug 192003
 

I’m discovering that scripting a comic is much different than writing standard prose. It’s almost like writing two simultaneous narratives. One part is the visual: the scene, the angle, the descriptions of people and places. The other part is the actual dialog, which has to be kept tight so it won’t clutter up the pages. It can take twice the amount of time to spit out a script for one comic book page as opposed to a page of straight prose. But I’m having a good time with it.
By the way, any artistic types interested in collaborating on a strip for Her? Susannah keyed me into the opportunity and I think it could be fun.
I’ve been jonesing for a gaming fix. Maybe I should pick up the Warcraft 3 expansion. Or I could just re-install Civ 3.

Aug 182003
 

It’s downright tropical here in Minnesota. I had to leave my air-conditioned office for a meeting and I instantly wilted. The temperature must be hovering around 100. No aerobics for me today.
That’s a joke, in case you’re wondering.
Saw Pirates of the Caribbean over the weekend, which was the last summer film I had any interest in. Johnny Depp is a trip. He owns the film completely. Worth checking out if you like your movies with a dash of camp.