August 9th, 2010


[links] Link salad considers forswearing fructose

Don't forget the new caption contest [ | LiveJournal ]

Sheep take over the old Lord of the Rings set — Baah.

Cancer cells slurp up fructose, US study finds — Hmm. So my long-term aversion to high fructose corn syrup may be even more helpful. However, if this is borne out, I'll need to cut way back on juice and fruit. (Via danjite and tillyjane.)

A Strange New Take on TelepresenceCould a blob-like robot better convey the presence of a remote user? Uncanny valley, my ass. That's more like the uncanny ravine.

Worker Issues Vex Deepwater DrillingGetting Enough Trained, Rested Employees Is Persistent Problem for Offshore Oil Industry as the Number Of Rigs Soar. Tell me again why industry self-regulation is the conservative solution?

Professor Newt's Distorted History Lesson — What really happened in Medieval Cordoba. Confidential to Gingrich: If you're going to use history to make your point, you might want to try to get it at least a little bit right.

Same-Sex Marriage Decision: "Far From Over"There simply wasn't any evidence, there weren't any of those studies. There weren't any empirical studies. That's just made up. That's junk science. It's easy to say that on television. But a witness stand is a lonely place to lie. And when you come into court you can't do that. [...] That's what we proved: We put fear and prejudice on trial, and fear and prejudice lost," Boies said.

?otD: Apples or pears?

Writing time yesterday: 1.0 hour (revisions)
Body movement: 30 minute stationary bike ride
Hours slept: 8.0 (solid)
This morning's weigh-in: 242.8
Yesterday's chemo stress index: 2/10 (fatigue, peripheral neuropathy)
Currently (re)reading: Inheritor by C.J. Cherryh


[personal|cancer] Shambling toward an uncertain future

calendula_witch describes the weekend better than I could. Quiet and peaceful, with beach walks and photography and some good, low-key time with my parents and the_child.

Off to Seattle in a few hours for a Day Jobbe client meeting late this afternoon. I'll be back home tomorrow, probably hit Fireside Writers after work. Wednesday we meet with the liver surgeon.

Lots of anxiety lurking in the background, so being busy is probably good. I tend to be at my worst in an information vacuum, when it comes to these kinds of issues. Any plan is better than no plan, and right now we have no plan. Are we going to Australia? What's really going on in my liver? What are the odds of me escaping another round of chemo? How much worse have my mortality statistics gotten?

You'd think this stuff would keep me awake nights, but I'm sleeping like a rock. Too many hours for my taste, but ain't that the way?

So, fundamentally, no news here until Wednesday. I think I'll go listen to the Doors' "Roadhouse Blues", because in my life the future is uncertain and the end is always near.


[personal] Seattle notes

Because sometimes life is amusing.

  1. On the highway during rush hour, at a forced merge in 3 mph traffic, where I am not driving like an asshat but being patient and slow, a hippie looking gentleman in an old red Volvo with a "Goodness Happens" bumper sticker is dangerously aggressive about ensuring that I will not merge in front of him. Warning, contents may not match packaging.

  2. Checking into my hotel, I am in line behind two persons of obvious herbal enhancement who are just amazed that their credit card is being declined, and repeatedly badger the desk clerk as to the nature of the decline, which he, of course, cannot answer, until Stoner #1 finally says, "Oh, yeah, that's my debit card and I'm broke." This took some time to resolve.

  3. My room number in this hotel is 404. I get off the elevator and cannot find it. I proceed to laugh myself silly over the "room not found" error.