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2005 October 16th Sunday 04:30PDT - Truth is what stands the test of experience
I fasted after 10pm Sunday night in anticipation of blood tests i would have at the outpatient lab on Monday. I slept until noon and had nothing to eat or drink when i awoke; i took a shower, got dressed, and went to my appointment with Doctor Beiser. Things were unchanged since my last visit, my T-cells had barely moved from 126 to 127, but at least nothing was going in the wrong direction. I went next door to Doctor Bloom's office to have blood drawn. While i was there, they rescheduled my initial consultation with Bloom, and supposedly prioritized me as a patient to receive the influenza vaccine upon returning at the end of October. My history of AIDS-related pneumonia apparently moves me to the front of that queue. I returned home, attended to my calendar, then made some coffee. While surfing around the Internet i came across some amusing quotes by Albert Einstein:
Few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions which differ from the prejudices of their social environment. Most people are even incapable of forming such opinions.
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.
Laws alone can not secure freedom of expression; in order that every man present his views without penalty there must be spirit of tolerance in the entire population.
Ethical axioms are found and tested not very differently from the axioms of science. Truth is what stands the test of experience.
Monday night i felt too tired and lazy to bother cooking, so i asked Tony if he'd be interested in going to Shari's diner again. I don't know if we'd ever been there two nights in a row-- but what the heck, they make food we love. So we went over and enjoyed a huge feast. We had baked potato skins stuffed with cheese, bacon, and scallions. Then we had deep fried onion rings, mozzarella sticks, jumbo prawns, and breaded chicken strips, with a variety of sauces (ranch, marinara, barbecue). Tony's entrée was a half-pound burger with Swiss cheese, mine was a mega-melt panini sandwich with turkey, bacon, cheese, and tomato. We each had french fries and butternut squash soup on the side. I brought half of my sandwich home. We still had half of the peanut butter chocolate pie leftover from the previous evening, and somehow we managed to eat all of that while we were watching television. We had a videotape of a movie from Channel-M: Six Strong Men which was a comedy from Hong Kong in Cantonese with English subtitles. It wasn't especially remarkable, but did make us laugh a bit, so i'd say it was mildly entertaining.
We were both awake very late, moaning and groaning about how we'd overeaten. Marinol can really make me pig out like a madman sometimes. Then we slept until noon on Tuesday. While we were having our coffee (and i ate my leftover panini mega-melt) we listened to the latest podcasts of Eat Bird and Fox and the City. I felt like i wasn't really very entertained by Ragan Fox any more, and i tend to disagree with many of his views because he is actually rather mainstream despite his opinions of himself as some kind of "edgy" unconventional performer; so i unsubscribed from those shows. I believe Ragan and Rachel are far more interesting than the drivel one generally finds on broadcast radio and television talk shows; but i also feel like my own friends are actually more entertaining. Perhaps my time could be better spent merely communicating with the clever and humorous people whom i already know personally.
As the sun was setting Tony and i brewed some tea and cooked large omelettes. In our eggs we combined provolone, parmesan, garlic, herbs, salsa, chili sauce and cracked peppercorns. In butter we sautéed some minced yellow and green bell pepper, shredded carrot, finely diced celery and zucchini, and chopped pepperoni. After pouring the eggs and cheese over the vegetables, we covered and cooked until firm, then served on toasted wheat bread. I put some honey and vanilla soymilk in my Constant Comment black tea flavored with orange rind and sweet, fragrant spices. We listened to a couple old albums by Soho (Thug and Goddess) as we cooked and dined, then flipped around the television channels.
Tony dozed off and i turned the TV off. While we were lying around and i was humping up against him we both got boners. So i wanked Tony's uncut cock and rubbed my dick against his buttcrack until he orgasmed, then i masturbated until i came, too. We kissed and washed up; then i had another cup of tea. I played some MahJong at Yahoo Games with my buddies, then listened to the Dream Factory stream from HBR1.com which was playing mellow melodies.
I slept until noon Wednesday, and remembered fragments of my dreams when i awoke. There is a scene in which i am in a city like Burlington, Vermont, and it seems that the landscape is very steep, and i'm hurtling downhill. I'm sitting on some kind of skateboard or tiny cart, and it reminds me of the Alpine Slide in Stowe, Vermont. I'm rolling down the hills at high speed, over the pavement. In another scene i am visiting my friend Brendon Briggs. In real life Brendon is a very thin and diminutive person; but in this dream, he has become huge. He has been taking steroids, and he is now comically large. It reminds me of the scenes from Saturday Night Live in which Dana Carvey and Kevin Nealon play the roles of "Hans und Franz" in their enormous 'fat-suit' costumes. Then there is another scene during which i'm wandering through Burlington, Vermont, and i'm surrounded by large apartment buildings; maybe i'm on Pearl Street near the intersection with South Willard, not far from the place where i once lived with Gretchen and Tim. In another scene i'm reading about a high school dance in some kind of student newspaper; it mentions students who feel awkward. There is also a black and white photo on the front page of this paper, and it shows a man emerging from water. He is a swimmer, he's wearing swimmer's goggles, he's splashing up out of the water, only part of his head is showing, he's opening his mouth to inhale a huge breath because he has been underwater for a while, and it reminds me of some advertisement i saw in some magazine years ago.
I brewed a pot of Colombian coffee flavored with almond extract, and listened to the Dream Factory stream from HBR1.com again. They weren't playing their usual ambient mixes; instead, the "chill out" show was actually very up-tempo, sort of a trance mix, by DJs Andidepressiva vs. Dirham Bakschisch. Then i heard some merry tunes on the JazzMusique stream from NetMusique.com. The afternoon was rainy and grey; i could barely see Lummi Island, Orcas Island, and Ferndale. Trucks came and went from the international pier, apparently attending to the gigantic Horizon Fairbanks cargo ship which had been moored there for part of the week. A Foss tugboat left the Whatcom Waterway, and i saw three people in a small rowboat paddling past South Hill in the rain. There had been a small bruise in the crook of my left arm which had appeared after Monday's blood-drawing at the outpatient lab, and it was beginning to fade away.
I got dressed and took the rubbish down to the dumpsters across the parking lot, then i fetched the snail-mail. I paid bills online, then had some more coffee when Tony woke up. After reading some webcomics and news articles i made healthy shakes with Tony. In the blender i combined frozen peaches, bananas, cran-raspberry juice, yogurt, and rice beverage. Later, we baked some sandwiches. I spread butter, dijon mustard and honey on whole wheat bread, added thin slices of zucchini and tomato, slivered yellow bell pepper, kelp powder, red pepper flakes, garlic powder, chives, dill, basil, coriander, and topped with several slices of turkey and provolone. After ten minutes open-face in the oven at 420F, we put chopped red chard on them, closed the halves, and served with pickles on the side and big mugs of green tea with honey. For dessert we had caramel-fudge Pop-Tarts and Voortman's peanut cookies.
I slept for over nine hours altogether, although cramps in my left foot woke me up a few times. When i finally got out of bed at noon, i could remember a few fragments from some dreams i'd been having. Some kind of mystery at a museum or gallery, sort of like watching a television detective show. There is a large black objet d'art which has been stolen, and it supposedly looks very much like my big dildo Bounce (#9). Characters in this mystery include the comedienne Roseanne, and my old friend Lori Fish who used to work with me at McDonald's sixteen years ago when i was in college. There are also people who remind me of the character Tom Paris from Star Trek: Voyager and Subcommander T'Pol from Star Trek: Enterprise. Then there is a different scene in which i'm examining new e-mail software, and it is integrated with some kind of database or spreadsheet software which displays statistical graphs, bell-curves. I brewed a pot of coffee and flavored the grounds with cinnamon, cloves, ginger, and nutmeg. A tiny tugboat pulled the Alliance fishing vessel (from Kodiak, Alaska) away from the international pier and out of the Bay. An hour later, its sister ship the Legacy was also sent off. The afternoon was windy with a mix of clouds and sun, but not as rainy and gusty as the night before.
As the sun was setting i ate some corn tortilla chips with salsa, and some yogurt. Then i decided to make soup. In a large saucepan of filtered water i simmered shiitake mushrooms, Thai fish sauce, chopped onion, minced garlic, minced fresh ginger root, diced carrot, corn niblets, shredded kelp fronds, a block of tofu which i cubed, broken Chantaboon rice sticks, soybean oil, La Yu chili oil, rice vinegar, soy sauce, cracked white peppercorns, powdered lemongrass, powdered wasabi horseradish, MSG, sliced water chestnuts, a can of coconut milk, basil flakes, and a can of crab meat. I listened to the JazzMusique stream from NetMusique.com again, as i always enjoy their "lounge" sound.
When i got up Friday the morning was grey and comfortably damp. I brewed some coffee and played around at my iMac; Tony and i ran the software update for our anti-virus application. In the afternoon i had terrible cramps in one foot then the other, no matter whether i was sitting, lying down, or trying to walk around. I wasn't feeling like cooking, so Tony drove us over to Papa Murphy's where we picked up one of their "family-size Gourmet Vegetarian" take-and-bake pizzas. We brought this home and popped it in the oven, then pigged out on many slices of fine Italian pie. After a dessert of Pop-Tarts, my friend Kenny from Massachusetts telephoned to say "hi". Then i played a couple rounds of MahJong at Yahoo Games in the Lion's Lair while listening to lounge music from Secret-Sound-Service. I had also created and elaborated on the Message Boards topic about How to Play 5F (5Faan+).
I slept for almost sixteen hours Saturday, and didn't get up until just before sunset. After having some coffee, Tony and i finished the leftover pizza. The caffeine motivated me to get out and be productive, so i drove to the CostCutter supermarket on Cordata and did some shopping. I brought home lots of groceries and Tony helped put everything away. Then i read some webcomics, news articles, and tried to read Yahoo Message Boards. Unfortunately, the old version of the Message Boards wasn't working correctly (pages redirecting in infinite loops) so i sent an error-report to the Yahoo Help system. In the meanwhile, i had to use their new Beta version of the Boards, which i feel is hideous, clumsy, difficult to read, and loaded with much more spam. Oh, well, i suppose "you get what you pay for" (i.e., basically zero).
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