I’ve been reading a medical textbook lately, I like the precision and the concreteness of that kind of thing. People rag on western medicine a lot for its disregard of indirect causalities and holism, for its antispectic deconstructivism, for its blindness to things like the union of mind and body, and for its proclivity for post-facto treatment.
But these criticisms notwithstanding, modern medicine is the accumulation of years and years of human effort to taxonomically observe, understand and explain an enormous set of conditions within a massively complex, underspecified system. To me, this is impressive. Also, they use cool phrases like “the radiolucent lungs” and “ligamentous laxity.”
I’m flying to Europe tomorrow, for a whole bunch of sales meetings. Sleep beckons.
Work is coming along pretty well, and some of the stuff we’ve been doing lately has been in the press.
I think I’m probably at a higher level of energy about Ximian and the desktop than I’ve been all year, so that’s nice. Probably part of this is living alone — I’m spending most of my nights doing that leisurely half-work thing, whilst watching a movie or unpacking or whatever. It’s keeping the brain juices flowing, though it does also keep me up till 4 or 5 in the morning, which makes showing up at a respectable hour hard.
Yesterday I went down to the RMV and finally got my Massachusetts driving license, after living here a little over seven years. There’s a grace period, right?
Ever since Alex’s license was suspended and our joint insurance on the Fiat was cancelled, I’ve been walking a bit more, and lately, riding my bike.
Bicycling is definitely the fastest way to get around Boston; it’s a compact city, and the traffic laws are about as flexible as they get in the US, nothing like Mexico, of course, where Chema taught me that detouring off a bypass against the traffic onto a one-way is just the way things are done, but even so, by American standards, pretty fluid, I mean I was a little scared of the driving when I first moved here. Now I like it, it’s fun. I don’t even think of it as aggressive, which is the word most people use to describe Boston Driving, I just say “fluid.”
Anyway, the point is, even living out here in the country with my chickens and pigs, it only takes about 12 minutes to get to the office on my bike.
At the end of August, we all moved out of the Cave, which was a lot of work, and also pretty sad. Taylor, Miguel and I had lived there for nearly three years, and it was a great apartment, huge and beautiful and full of memories, but it had been a good trip and it was time to say goodbye.
The moving itself was quite an ordeal, even though I hired movers, which made me feel a little too much like an adult, or lazy, or maybe the two go hand-in-hand.
The place I’ve moved into, in Washington Square, is nice, a little run-down, but it has a lot of character, and it’s big enough to fit all my stuff, and I live here all alone. What’s bad is that I totally live out of the city now, or technically still in Brookline, but really this feels a little too much like a suburb, and after living in Redmond and Sunnyvale, I told myself I’d never do that again. Calling it a suburb probably conveys the wrong impression, though; I mean, all the houses are different, and I’m a five minute walk from the T, but still I miss having everything I need on my block.
On the other hand, living alone is giving me some time to myself, and I’m very grateful for that.