Transient Savant

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  Danny Dawson 2:22 pm on Saturday, December 27, 2003 Permalink | Reply  

  Dreamed I Killed God…Oh God. 

  Last night I dreamt about the future. Everyone had a microchip implanted in their right bicep. Unmanned heli-vehicles monitored the highways for speeders and criminals. I was a marked man. Not marked for a crime I’d committed, but marked for death nonetheless.

  I was attending a convention of some sort in a commercial plaza. The bartab was covered by the hosts, as well as a certain amount of food in a pizzeria there (I want to say it was West Coast Pizza). While there, a government mandate was issued that everyone was to report to a doctor to have their microchips analyzed. There was a doctor in the plaza, so I stopped in while everyone was drinking it up.

  I sat down on the examining table across from another patient doing the same (so much for privacy at the doctor’s). The doctor came over to me and stuck me with a short needle (it reminded me of an immunization needle) in my left bicep. I reacted pretty strongly and demanded to know why he wasn’t checking the chip in my right bicep. Had I been duped by the government? What else were they doing to me that I didn’t know about? He told me to relax; it was a routine test for HIV always performed before microchip evaluations.

  I looked at my right bicep and saw a huge red welt. “Doctor, does this mean I have HIV?”

  Looking frightened, he replied: “A lot of it.” He was pale. I had been infected for a long time, but I never knew. I didn’t have too much longer left.

  I asked to use the restroom, which was in another part of the plaza. I had a hard time finding it, and on the way, I ran into an attractive older black woman I had been flirting with earlier. She looked at me with a smile, taking in my bleached-blonde and dark brown hair, my gray Gap Stretch t-shirt, my baggy blue jeans, and she asked “What was Danny thinking when he decided to be who he is?”

  “This was a Danny dying.”

  I used the restroom and came back out. She was waiting for me. “Where are you going?”

  “This is Danny dying.” She didn’t follow me for a few seconds, then came running up to catch me. My stride was quick and purposeful. “Wait! I can’t let you do this! I won’t-”

  “That’s not what I meant.” I woke from the dream wearing my gray Gap Stretch t-shirt.

   

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  Danny Dawson 5:23 pm on Thursday, December 25, 2003 Permalink | Reply  

  BSE in the USA 

  I gave up beef early this year – sometime in January or March – and I decided to exclude all red meat from my diet a short while later. It started when I read Michael Moore’s “Stupid White Men.” He includes a chapter on Mad Cow Disease and the ignorance that the goernment-influenced media conveys to the public on the issue. Amazingly, ignorance can be conveyed as easily as knowledge these days.

  Within the next week, solely by coincidence, I read an article in a science magazine to which I had a subscription (maybe it was Scientific American, I can’t remember) on Chronic Wasting Disease, another prion disease which affects deer and elk. The article recommended some further reading and that’s when my attention was truly caught. What interested me most was the incidence of CWD in the United States, and the research showing that CWD could be passed across the species barrier, as well as from wild to captive populations. Syllogize that information, and you realize how truly at-risk our cattle ranches are.

  Meanwhile, governmental policy in the US is based on restricting the importation of cattle products from countries with known infections, and pays no regard to the possibility of pre-existing infection in this country. The US government is performing the same cover-ups and gloss-overs and embracing the same selective science that got Britian in trouble in the 1980′s.

  Take this article, for example.
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  Danny Dawson 12:20 pm on Monday, December 22, 2003 Permalink  

  Dreaming of not feeling 

  I had a dream last night about making love to my ex-girlfriend…the one to whom I never did. We were both competing in a debate tournament, and it took place after the first round, while waiting for the results to be posted. The classroom we were alone in conveniently had a bed. I remember looking into her eyes the entire time. It was slow, gentle, and beautiful.

  Afterwards, I didn’t bother looking at the results for the first round, or the postings for the second. I didn’t care anymore. She did. She had won, and was going on the the next round. I stood by while she practiced her opening speech over and over, but she didn’t pay me any attention. She was absorbed in her studying. She went to the appropriate room when it was time. I remember the walk to my car, wondering when she would notice that I had left…when she would notice how much she cared that I had left…if she cared.

  I felt used, but I didn’t let it show. I crawled back into my stoic shell and went on, like I always do. I let it roll off my back, like I always do. I only let it hurt down deep, like I always do. I woke up before noon, like I never do.