March 11th, 2010


[links] Link salad can't touch that

The comment thread in my post of yesterday on language etymology and word choicse is quite amazing — Go check it out.

A Whiff of Colonialismrosefox on the Spinrad column, and non-Eurocentric writing. The discussion isn't the least bit about me, quite the opposite, but it does cause me to consider myself. This is a complex topic for me, because of my own background. I'm solidly in the privileged class of white, male, Anglo-Saxon, tall(ish), well-educated, well-employed, etc. etc. Yet I spent most of my childhood in non-white, non-Anglophone countries, and I have a non-white daughter growing up in my house. My experience of culture, privilege and race is far more complex than you could ever assume from seeing my face in an author photo, or reading my utterly English name on a book spine. Yet one of the reasons I've generally stopped talking about race and culture on this blog is that every time I do, a meaningful portion of readers see my name and face and assume I'm another clueless privileged white guy, and respond accordingly with either vitriol, scorn or earnest attempts at re-education. It's hardly a tragedy for the public discourse that some privileged white guy's words about race have been tuned out, but it saddens me personally to self-censor.

Syphilis: Menace to Industry — Classic poster art. Somehow I never quite thought of industrial productivity as a primary motivator for safe sex.

Constructing a marble machine — Impressive (and obsessive) as all get out. (Thanks to willyumtx.)

Habitable Planets: Working the Odds — Drake, Drake, duck!

Still Taking Exception — Daniel Larison on American Exceptionalism, Obama, and his critics on the Right.

?otD: What color are your parachute pants?

Writing time yesterday: 1 hours
Body movement: 30 minute stationary bike ride
Hours slept: 7.5 (solid)
This morning's weigh-in: 231.4
Yesterday's chemo stress index: 3/10
Currently reading: [between books]


[cancer|personal] Infusion, and a car

Infusion session five of twelve tomorrow. My various parents will be taking me, and tillyjane will babysit me afterward at home til shelly_rae arrives late tomorrow evening. I can't be left unattended while I'm on the pump, or for a day or two afterward. My vacation from Hell is almost over. I might celebrate with a cheeseburger today, which if I do, would be the first one I've eaten in almost two years.

In other news, I bought a new(er) Genre car yesterday. 2002 Chrysler Sebring in silver, so it's a little more subtle than the current whip. Assuming it clears mechanic's inspection today (I have a recision period), the car will be the third to wear the coveted GENRE license plate. I had looked at 3-series BMW convertibles, Volvo C70 convertibles, and Toyota Solara convertibles, but for a variety of reasons decided to stick with the Sebring. It's certainly the most unexciting driver of the bunch, but it does what I want, fairly cheaply.

Photos to come.

In other news, I slept decently last night. So much so that I missed my morning writing time slot, which I'm cool with. I have some pre-infusion errands today, so I may lose the writing time completely, which I'm not so cool with, but oh well. I've been highly productive this week. If I need to give mysef a bye, this is not a great loss.

At least, that's what I keep telling myself.

Off to see my therapist soon. Maybe I'll tell it to him instead.