|Hammering in the pitons
||[Jan. 30th, 2012|08:15 pm]
I walk around with a carabiner in my pocket, you know; it's not that I'm happy to see you, just that there's an increasing mass of metal in my pants. It's attached to the multitool I got as an incentive from the former Nielsen consumer research arm, and my battered little keyring, with its two-key complement, is hooked onto the other end of it. Alas, it's a small carabiner, and absolutely no use for climbing purposes. Not that I can climb anything beyond a moderate slope or a small set of stairs at the moment.|
There's been a smattering of good news. The chronic MRSA I've been enduring for years, in outbreaks large and small, appears to have been beaten not only into remission, but eliminated entirely from my system, which, if true, is very nice, though it didn't depart before doing considerable damage, given opportunity by that other chronic issue, the dermatitis. My Doctor suspects that the elimination of the bacteria could be due to my essentially having replaced my entire bloodstream with nuclear-level antibiotics, although it's possible that the honey applications of the past few months may have helped (this was started based on peer-reviewed research, rather than some sort of new age-y idea, and the antibiotic qualities of honey are well known and documented. Apparently honey screws up certain antibiotic-resistant bugs' mechanism for resisting antibiotics.) Unfortunately, there are a couple of other bugs, and the pseudomonas is still in play, so I'm getting a new nuclear device cocktail of antibiotics for a while.
I'm also highly anemic, and have that more-and-more common issue of a vitamin D deficiency. Sunlight might help with the latter, but remember...I live in Arizona. Six months of the year, sunbathing leaves me, pasty white bloke, crispy-fried after fifteen minutes. I'm now in line for cancer screenings and a heart ultrasound as well, and possibly vascular surgery at some point.
So...that's part of my life at the present time. Amidst everything going on, I continue to climb Mount TBR. I'm presently working on Stephen King's Hearts In Atlantis (read impasively by William Hurt) and Frederick Pohl's The Best Of Frederik Pohl (I've also been dipping into Platinum Pohl, so I should stick that on the hind end of the lsit at some point.) Not on the list, as it's a library book, is The Astounding, The Amazing, And The Unknown by Paul Malmont, which I just finished -- I'd gotten halfway, and stopped, distracted. It's a great big shaggy dog story, a retro science fiction novel that brings together Robert Heinlein, Isaac Asimov, L. Sprague de Camp, Lester Dent, Norville Page, Nikola Tesla, Albert Einstein, L. Ron Hubbard, and many others to tell a story involving the mystery of Tesla Wardenclyffe Tower, the Tunguska Incident, and the Philadelphia Experiment, amongst others. It's a breezy read, with some lovely references thrown in for those with a knowledge of the history of science fiction and science fiction fandom.
Watching my way through video material as well, bit by bit. I've got The Life And Legend Of Wyatt Earp: Season One and Cheyenne: Season One out from the library. The Wyatt Earp series is amusing, in that it's almost entirely fiction, with its starting point being Stuart N. Lake's heavily fictionalized biography of Earp. Particularly amusing is the depiction of Earp as a thoroughly morally upstanding man -- no drinking, no smoking, no foolin' around with women, no gambling, and he doesn't shoot to kill even when everybody else does. The real Earp, meanwhile, had no compunction about killing, was a professional Faro dealer in a number of places, drank, smoked, and was known to whore around from time to time. There were times in his career as a lawman, mind, that he tried to avoid killing people -- he much preferred to buffalo 'em...that is, brain the miscreant using the weight of his gun. Still, the series is moderately well done.