I had a dream that I was on a trip and went to see a chiropractor locally
for my arm injury. I met the chiropractor in a cafe which looked a lot like
the old CoffeeNet and where various
doctors consulted with the patients who came in to drink coffee. There were
massage tables; it was set up a lot like the hair styling parlors where there
are lots of independent hairstylists who each rent space from the
proprietor.
This chiropractor was a woman, about 28, who was very interesting and had
a fair amount of health advice for me. Unfortunately, I've forgotten it
all.
"I haven't lost count."
"Have you started count?"
"Actually ... no."
My BART Plus pass started working. I saw my cousin.
I filed for unemployment benefits over the phone. I heard that people would
traditionally file in person in an unemployment office and that it would be
very depressing and take a long time. The telephone version was very
convenient.
Interesting question: "Do you have a disability?" Do I have a disability?
I've been listening to Handel's Messiah, which I had out because
I played a selection from it which was parallel to something Martin Luther
King said in his speech on Vietnam which we listened to at the birthday party
for Daniel Berrigan.
In the afternoon, I practiced my LaTeX, and my arm pain came back along
with other sorts of pain. I met Zack and his friend Noah for dinner.
For those not on seth-trips, you should go to Stanford on Thursday to hear
Professor Felten give his
censored lecture on SDMI
("Reading Between the Lines"), or at least an update on when the world can
expect to hear about his results.
Also, you should come with me to see Sacco and Vanzetti: A
Vaudeville at the
Marin Theatre Company sometime
soon.
The U.S. isn't going to support the International Criminal Court. Why not?
Majority Whip Tom DeLay, R-Texas,
contended it could be used against U.S. military personnel overseas
and, by endorsing the court, ``we would be abandoning the sacred
covenant between the Congress and our men and women in uniform.''
("Bush Says U.N. Dues Should Be Paid", Associated Press)
Think about this for a minute. The "sacred covenant" between the Congress
and the Armed Forces means that U.S. military personnel can't be tried
before an international war crimes tribunal?
When I first read this, I exclaimed "Tom DeLay says the U.S. military
by definition can't commit war crimes!". But one friend responded
"See how he didn't actually have to say that?", and it's true:
he didn't actually say that the U.S. Armed Forces can't commit war crimes,
just that the U.S. shouldn't implement a plan that would allow them to be
punished for war crimes without its consent.
For that matter, how come party leaders actually like to be called "Whips"?
Doesn't it have a bad connotation for them? What if they were called
"Majority Scourge" or "Minority Cattle Prod"?
I shold get more sleep, because I fell asleep on my bed in my clothes
surrounded by electronic components. Thankfully, I didn't squash them,
nor did they poke me. I was reading about op amps when I thought I'd
just close my eyes for a few moments; I didn't open them until
morning.
This was an aftereffect from lost sleep on Saturday, I think.
The electronics project is not done, but I'm planning to go work on it
and finish it in Berkeley tonight. I couldn't find solid state relays
anywhere. This, after buying all of them from every Radio Shack in
a large radius in New Hampshire just five months ago. Where have they
gone?
The ones I bought back then are in an attic in New Hampshire -- that's where
they've gone. But why would Radio Shack stores in Massachusetts and
New Hampshire carry solid state relays, and stores in San Francisco not
carry them?
I might use my exciting BART Plus pass to go to Berkeley in the afternoon
in search of relays, then come back for my chiropractic appointment, then
go back to Berkeley again.
I'm continuing to practice LaTeX.
Martin Gardner's Puzzling Questions About the Solar System
is a good book.
