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I just got back wet and depressed from the preamble to the Medical Marijuana March in Seattle. I really believe in the mission to legalize medical marijuana (and legalize marijuana in general), but unfortunately neither case is likely to happen any time soon thanks to the general strategy and constituency of the legalization movement.
Admittedly due to the rain the parades attendance was down from what the organizers would have hoped for, but worse was the cross section of society that showed up. A good half of the attendees had the stereotypical stoner look – not what you want showing up on the evening news though. When people see the B roll footage that is likely to make the media what will they see? Certainly not sickly looking patients desperately needing marijuana to survive. Certainly not professional and trustworthy looking people – just stoners through and through. It presents the public with a rough image composed of stoned hippies drenched in patchouli eating chips rather than doctors and businessmen giving credibility and weight in the public eye.
What the marijuana legalization campaign really needs is a true spokesperson. Someone professional and educated with a sharp tongue and an even sharper suit. A spokesperson to show up on TV and talk to the American public – not show up at a hemp rally and talk to stoners. The kind of people who attend rallies marches, and events are already swayed – the movement needs to broaden its focus and broaden it’s message to the other 99% of the public.
As Abraham Lincoln once said “With public sentiment, nothing can fail; without it nothing can succeed.” To enact the same kind of broad social change that Lincoln once did the movement needs to sway public sentiment, not stoner sentiment.
I just put up a new page for a new project: 101 in 1001 – check it out. I won’t write anything else about it here as I’ve detailed everything there, but keep an eye on the blog for updates as they come.
Aside from spending my day prepping the 101 in 1001 list and designing the page for it I’ve been resting – I was sick the last couple of days and it’s really nice not to be knocked on my ass any more.
Side thought – the older I get the more sick I get when I become ill. Trend, inevitability, or side effect of a desk-job lifestyle?
A hand brushes my ear sending a shiver down my spine. Soft whispers grasp at my consciousness as a vibration begins, slowly and rhythmically moving about my head.
And then I snap out of it and realize I’m getting a haircut. Have I been single too long that this is the closest I’ve come to a truly intimate moment in as long as I can remember? I’m not sure if that’s progressively transhumanist, or just plain sad. In this day and age biology still holds sway over technology.
Just when I thought I was feeling caught up the viral crud that has been going caught up with me and put me right back behind the eight ball. It all hit me Saturday morning while installing my new lighting (separate post on that soon – I promise). I started to feel ill, and by the end of the evening I was all but gasping for air.
Having spent Sunday and Monday mostly in bed with an endless shuffle of Mythbusters keeping me semi-conscious and stuffed with explosions and witticisms from Adam I’m ready to get back to it. I have a ton of stuff to catch up on at work, and a all but full time career search to boot – busy week ahead, I can tell already.
After several crazy weeks I’m finally starting to feel caught up this weekend. Throughout the course of the weekend I’ve completed lots of little tasks and chores that have been slowly building up in my life since my career got crazy (both work to do right now, and finding new work for a few months in the future) everything else seemed to get put on hold.
Having caught up my stress levels are slowly returning to a more manageable level. This is a good thing as my health tends to suffer when I get too stressed out and in a case like this getting sick would only increase how far behind was. I’m starting to get more energy back and feeling more social as a result. Traskpro development may slow down slightly in the coming weeks if I end up being out of the house more when not at work.
I even found the time to take a few photos in the last few days. The above shot of Mike being Mike was taken from joining him, Cyn, and Charlotte at Cal Anderson park for some impromptu picnic play this morning. I’m also a fan of this new addition to my sticker series, and to this shot from the Pink Parasol – a cute little boutique a couple of blocks from my house.
I’ve long been a fan of caffeine in almost all of it’s forms, coffee being my favorite – but how better to enjoy a passion then to geek it up with numbers, statistics, and chemistry.
It’s weird how tests of faith seem to come in as many different forms as faith itself comes in. Recently my faith in technology as the future of mankind has been on shaky ground. Developing Traskpro has been strangely cathartic – almost like opening my eyes up to what software development can be: fun, rapid, iterative, and responsive to user input. Working for a large software company seems to be the polar opposite of my experience with Traskpro. It’s slow moving, overly precise, and so large that changing direction takes years if it happens at all.
This start contrast (combined with the weary weight of too many hours put into work and Traskpro) is leaving me depleted – worried about the future I strive so hard to bring about. My vision of the future seems at times so within my grasp – mere years away if everything goes right. Then I realize that nothing is going right: the world is a glacially slowly moving monstrosity. While technology continues to evolve in leaps and bounds it’s the rest of the world that’s too slow to adapt to it and seemingly unwilling embrace its change.
So what is the point? If the world won’t embrace the change technology offers is it worth the effort to produce the technology? Should radical technologists like myself simply give up? Should we all go back to farming goats and continue our tried and true biological ways?
A scant 5 days ago I was glad to be back in Seattle. Unfortunately I can’t same the same about being back at work the last few days. Aside from work it’s been showing (glad it started after I got back safe and sound) which always puts me in a bad mood. It’s cold, wet, and nobody here knows how to drive in it!
When going to CES one expects a rough week involving countless interviews, hour after hour of writing, and defending oneself from PR reps from round the world. One thing you don’t expect is to get the living daylights shocked out of you. First and foremost watch the video below for a chance to see me get tasered. After all, it’s hard to pass up an opportunity to see some poor sot get tasered – particularly when they signed them self up for it (full waiver and everything).
Yes I’m OK. Yes I was a little numb for a while. And surprisingly I’m actually more pro-Taser than I was before this whole thing started. It’s effective at dropping you for sure, but really doesn’t leave lasting harm, and assuming you don’t have any weird medical problems it’s surprisingly safe from what I’ve read.« Previous Entries Next Entries »