Presently Live Blogging Through the Bordom of Adjusting to a Seven-Drug Antiretroviral Regime

Sunday, October 01, 2006


Ok, I've got the wordpress back up, and it's set at default, I uploaded new template and put it in the wp_content/themes folder, then go into the controls and switch it in edit themes and nothing happens. I've cleared my cache so I know it's not that.

I see it's going to take awhile to figure this out.

Saturday, September 30, 2006

wandering thoughts on a rainy saturday night.

I’m kicking back trying to work up an appetite and I thought I’d watch the opening two-hour episode of “Intelligence.” I like it and it’s Canadian. It’s nice to see something that is produced in your own country, and enjoy.

For the longest time growing up if someone asked about a show, and you’d say it was very Canadian, an image of a really poor quality, slightly campy homegrown shows like “ The Beachcombers, or Definition” comes to mind. Something that was really Canadian, other than news and documentary, investigative reporting stuff, it was pretty bad.

The show is also set in Vancouver, and it reminds me of hour beautiful it is. I know I said it rains a lot, and I’m not sure if I could live with the grey and rain. But the truth be said it is for other reasons. For the record, I think Vancouver is the most beautiful North American city I have ever been. I lived there for a very short tales-of-the-city-like months when I was 18, hence the city has greatly changed. My last trip there was in 1990.

My brief time there was short, but very intense. There was lots of MDA to be had, and there were still hookers on all the street corners in the West End. A documentary called, “Hookers on Davie” had been released maybe a few years before. It was a very different time.

There was one thing for sure, (this is the stuff I go into detail in the short stories that I have yet to find the concentration to go back to) I immediately fell in love with the city.
It was just the dawn of HIV. You may have heard of someone for being “known” to have it, but it was nothing at the denialist age of 18 thought nothing of it.

It was in Vancouver where I made my true first friend. The kind of friend you could call up at any time of night and day. Even in the worst of times he’d manage to cheer me up just over the phone. It was this friend that died two weeks prior to me being diagnosed.

During this time I was working for our national rail line Via Rail. And yes, there are not many moments of my life when I haven’t been doing something out of the ordinary or included travel. I worked stand-by over that summer.

And what does working stand-by entail? Well the obvious of course. However, it’s not as straight forward as that. Your name is on the list, and as the others go out on trips you move up in order. When you reach a certain point when your name is getting closer to the top, the company calls you to come in and do work such as making up beds in berths while wearing a suit-like uniform in a car that has been sitting idle in 30 degree weather all day.

What you don’t know is when you are going to get yanked to go work on a train. Every time I went to the station, I had to be prepared to be gone for six days. That’s the amount of time it takes to go to Vancouver, have a night off, then come back to Winnipeg.

The morning calls, if anyone was sent out, it would have been Toronto. It was not that often guys or gals got Toronto runs. The one thing I can say is that we hated the Toronto crews because the trains would always come in a big mess for us to clean up. The Vancouver crews came back with the cars being in much better order.

The Vancouver train left at night, so once I reached fourth, lets say, on the list, I got bumped up to the evening. Then it was at any moment that I’d get a tap on the shoulder and hear, “You’re going out!”

And the next thing I knew, I was eating my dinner in the dining car as we are pulling out of Calgary and are about to venture into the most beautiful mountains in the world, in my humble and biased view.

There are so many people who I knew there that are dead now. It’s a downer, but that’s the reality for me. A lot of the guys I partied with are dead. Even my two roommates, one overdosed, and the other committed suicide. Two different intentions, same result.

When I found myself walking around the city in 1990, I suddenly found myself in front of my departed best friends apartment building and it was like waking into a cemetery.

So much time has passed that I’ve let go of most of that, and it hasn’t been intentional to not come back to Vancouver. The time I’ve been in Toronto, I’ve explored more the east, Europe and the Caribbean. In fact I have a very once close friend out there that I’d love to see.

After living in Vancouver, I’d always wanted to move back there, that is if I were to stay in Canada. Then with the AIDS work in the 80s, I found myself flying across the country, more often going out east (I was in Winnipeg and Regina). I get to establish a social network within the AIDS activist community and ASO workers, and that’s what lead me to come here.

Fourteen-years later, I guess whether I like it or not, this is home, and most likely not going to chance. I’m not sure what to think about that. But in the meantime, I’m going to make life into another adventure and see where I end up.

Things not to do on Sustiva.

Last night I had taken a bottle of this product called Knock Out, it’s a carpet cleaner it the dog pees or something on the carpet, and poured the last remaining bit in an empty small water bottle. I needed the spritzer for something else.

Later on, really dead exhausted I went to take a pill and I washed it down. What I hadn’t realized is that was the bottle with the enzyme carpet cleaner in it; it was perfectly clear. After several good chugs of it I might add.

Then it hit me and I spit out the remaining, drank some water and then off to the washroom to exercise one of my looser muscles, the upper esophagus; stop putting words in my mouth, and brought back what once was in the echo chamber.

So, Miss Retro Virus has been given a sign by God that I have to be physically separated from cleaning products!

Don’t try this at home.

Friday, September 29, 2006

Working on a new blog

You know I found it really interesting that less than a week ago someone registered for New York. I hope I'm not going to run into trouble with a crazy person stealing the "brand" so to speak.

Anyway, I'm in the process of switching over to Wordpress. I'm setting up the server, getting the domain name transfered, and then I'll be working on setting up a new site. I don't trust Blogger, and since I'm going to have to deal with a headache in one way or another, I'll just move completely away and deal with my own server space.

I'm also tired of the endless waiting to upload, and post things during busy server times.

So stay tuned.

A shallow moment, I'm going to be just shy of 10,000 hits this month.

I put on a counter, and I'm just going to come up shy to 10,000 page loads on my front page for this month. I know that doesn't mean 10,000 visitors, but it's still a lot for me. That kind of number is a drop in the bucket in terms of the internet, but help me roll over this month to the five digit numbers!

5:01 AM

I woke up at 3:55 am and have not been able to get back to sleep. A fascinating show on Discovery Civilization about St. Petersburg. We've now moved on to a show about an American couple that were accused of spying in Panama.

I think I'll change the channel. Let's see, there's Fashion Uncensored on FT. I miss the shows about that penis enlarging product info-commercial with really slutty women on talking about how they love big dicks, but they would never say the "word."

They also had this sex therapist with huge tits and red lipstick on talking about the product. She actually produces some TV sex show with her husband (something else I think I learned in the middle of the night, or should I say early morning).

I wonder what ever happened to them?