I Hate Traffic

One of the fun parts about living in the Delaware Valley is that the weather never co-operates. This time of year means hot and humid, sometimes going down to freezing at night just to make sure there’s a new layer of abandoned bodywork to dodge on the highway. To add to the fun, I95 is closed for repair, so everyone is using 476 and 76, which are normally jammed anyway. It’s made my 45 minute commute into over an hour just to get in, and yesterday it took fully an hour and a half to get home. The good part is that with an automatic transmission and a top speed of 30mph, there’s plenty of time to blog or post to sites from my phone.

This morning, it wasn’t the highway that pissed me off, it was Horsham’s famous 5 point intersection off of 611. For people who haven’t had the joy of it, the light should have two left hand turning lanes, but it only has one. People who want to get into the development have to fight with the people going to the air station and people going to the office complex. For whatever reason (probably because I was late) the left lane had only had one car in front of me.

I just about rear-ended him when he came to a complete stop on the green arrow. The upside? The camry has a horn, and I employed it liberally this morning along with my centermost finger.

Barack Obama Wants Your Guns

From On The Issues

Q: How would you address gun violence that continues to be the #1 cause of death among African-American men?

A: You know, when the massacre happened at Virginia Tech, I think all of us were grief stricken and shocked by the carnage. But in this year alone, in Chicago, we’ve had 34 Chicago public school students gunned down and killed. And for the most part, there has been silence. We know what to do. We’ve got to enforce the gun laws that are on the books. We’ve got to make sure that unscrupulous gun dealers aren’t loading up vans and dumping guns in our communities, because we know they’re not made in our communities. There aren’t any gun manufacturers here, right here in the middle of Detroit. But what we also have to do is to make sure that we change our politics so that we care just as much about those 30-some children in Chicago who’ve been shot as we do the children in Virginia Tech. That’s a mindset that we have to have in the White House and we don’t have it right now.

If anyone knows where one of these vans just dumping guns is, I would like to know.

46 & 2

The Geometry of Music explores the space that music occupies. Early hints at this concept include the Flower of Life and other forms of platonic solids and Sacred Geometry. This isn’t the first time the Sacred Geometry has been used. The original use of shapes-as-sounds in formal music was found at the Rosslyn Chapel in Scotland. Music was decoded from carvings which represented the form of the wave observed when sand was placed on a skin. In more modern times, TOOL has written about Sacred Geometry in their newsletter, but as with anything else mystical and esoteric, TOOL may just be tooling around.


I managed to catch some fantastic crap. It never ceases to amaze me what breeds in the hospital. Of course, you’re already dealing with The Worst Of The Worst because people who just have a touch of a cold don’t go to the hospital generally. On the other hand, by the time you end up in the Skilled Nursing Unit (where my wife works), you’re probably pretty banged up.

To complicate this – despite everyone’s best efforts – the hospital is one giant breeder. I’m convinced if someone figures out a good way to sterilize a large volume of air quickly, they’re going to make a mint.

Anyway, last Tuesday, I came home from work and was getting dizzy behind the wheel. I figured it was just due to the new Camry having a really fluffy suspension and quick steering. It keeps you disconnected from the road, which makes it a fantastic “going places” car. You can gesture to other drivers, drink a cup of coffee, reload your gun, shoot at the other drivers, drink a cup of coffee, it’s all quite nice with the one handed steering thing while covering up the bumps of Philadelphia’s finest quality pavement.

That night I got the chills and started to run a fever with coughing, and I knew it: MY WIFE BROUGHT HOME THE LUNG-AIDS AND I HAD CAUGHT IT FROM HER.

The next morning was a trip to the doctors. Now, you would think that my wife, having been to the office a few days previous to pick up a prescription for the same damn thing, would be evidence enough that I got it and I need the same drugs he gave her. Nope. The guy insists on a full checkup, which means that my 102F fever and seeing stars gets to try to figure out what in fucks sake he’s talking about while delirious. I don’t remember a whole lot of it aside of being incredibly agitated while feeling like I’m freezing to death since he made me take my coat off. My wife says I was fairly belligerent and accused him of carnal relations with animals several times. Part of the checkup involved asking ┬ápersonal questions about “lifestyle choices”. They didn’t ask if I was gay but they did want to know if I drank or smoke. Turns out if you smoke less than a pack a day, they’re not terribly worried about you, and if you don’t have a three martini lunch every day you’re also pretty low risk.

Finally I got my hands on the drug zithromax. Fun times ahead, folks. The packet comes with six pills, which last five days. The first day, you take two pills, then follow the schedule in the packet. I also got an oral steroid, which is good because I LOVE GETTING RIPPED. The packet says that you’re supposed to avoid driving, and have no coffee or alcohol on the first day, then you should be OK to drive the second day but still need to worry about hydration. They weren’t kidding. Antibiotics make me a bit spacey, but taking the two pills put me right out. Probably more from having some type of relief from the symptoms more than anything but I took the drugs and was asleep an hour later.

When I woke up, I decided to enjoy television. Let  me tell you: Drew Carry is ruining The Price is Right. I used to love that show. Also worth noting is that when tripped out, Teletubbies are absolutely terrifying. Something about their faces is so absolutely wrong.

The next day I woke up and felt right as rain. I took my lovely pills and made some coffee and shuffled my way into work. I was doing well on the drive in, but noticed I was a bit floaty so I took it easy on the commute and only made a few creative gestures in traffic. By the time I got in, I was a bit worn down but still so much better than yesterday. And by noon, I was dragging. They sent me home at 1pm and told me to take a half day.

Friday, I don’t remember anything aside of sending an e-mail from my phone about not coming in.

Saturday and Sunday were uneventful, mostly sleeping and taking it easy. The local grocery store knows something is going around and is profiteering. The price of gatoraide was on par with a gallon of gas.