June 10th, 2009

20111112, Marilee

The Abdominal Wall Wound Specialist

First, the Maryland fancy test scheduler woke me up this morning and told me this test is done here in Virginia, at Penderbrook, where I see the rheumatologist, which is much better. I probably would have had to stay in a hotel in Maryland because the test is four-five hours long and a lot of it is movement.

I had good travel in to Falls Church where the AWW Specialist was the Nurse Practitioner and after she looked at the pressure sores, she pulled out the same green tube of stuff I've been using -- HP Proshield Plus -- and said they were close to healing and I'd been doing the right thing. She gave me a couple wound care tips and said to come back if I needed to. I told her about the enlarged heart and she said "probably the Cytoxan" which is what I was thinking.

While I'd been in the waiting room, the TV covered the black guard at the Holocaust Museum being killed by the white supremacist who was wounded by other guards. I heard an elderly lady say to her daughter that she couldn't imagine I would be reading the newspaper and not watching the TV and I decided not to tell her that I could not only do both of those at the same time, I could listen to her.

More good travel home and I stopped at Red Robin for lunch. I made a mistake ordering the "Honky Tonk BBQ Burger" because most of the weight of the pulled-pork was water (which was good for my protein intake, though) and the "smoke" was clearly in the sauce.

My van is 22.5 years old and uses CFCs for air conditioning. You can't get those anymore so I use evaporative cooling when possible which usually means I arrive home rather damp. I go back to the bedroom and get undressed and lie on the bed until the AC does better evaporative cooling. I noticed in the WashPost today that the House passed a bill like the cash for clunkers programs that some European countries have. The van qualifies for the $4500 voucher, but it requires a brand new car and I can't afford the rest of the money. Senator Dianne Feinstein is proposing a similar bill that would allow buying used cars with the voucher, and since even really good cars lose most of their monetary value in a couple years, I might be able to afford that.

Did you see the giant gold necklace the Iranian president gave Obama? Well, the WashPost's fashion columnist suggests that when he visits us, Obama should give him a Stetson.

I need to sit in the recliner for a while, so I'm going to post the DVD review and come back later.
20111112, Marilee


This is the political story of Harvey Milk, the first out gay public official in the US. It was a really good movie, but it's also the only one where I think I took notes throughout. I reread The Mayor of Castro Street: The Life and Times of Harvey Milk before I watched this, and most of the words were exactly the same as in the book.

Harvey always said he wouldn't live to be 50 and he made a recording to be played only if he was assassinated. He was, of course, along with George Moscone, and using a framework of him making that recording was a wonderful way to move the movie along. It also allowed them to leave out a lot of things. For one, his sex/love life is shown as serial monogamy when it wasn't. His friends already knew Jack had hung himself before Harvey went upstairs and found him. Anne Kronenburgh worried throughout working with him that she and her lesbian friends were getting the shaft, so to speak. What the movie gives you is a wiped-clean life of Harvey -- good for most folk watching, but not really what happened.

I would have liked to know which film bits were real as opposed to modified to look real. Our Frank Robinson is shown in the movie at 1:20:33 and talks in the "Remembering Harvey" extra, although he's labelled as "Campaign Writer." I guess SF writer was too unusual.

So I'm really conflicted about the movie. As a movie, it was really good, and you can't get a book into movie time. On the other hand, the movie was sanitized for the general public, and I'm not sure that's a good thing.