All About Trey
Sunday, August 21, 2016
"I can't sell science" says the snarky pollster in response to a comment that the American Medical Association says that addiction is a medical issue. The argument is that more money needs to be put into treatment, not enforcement. And Toby responds, "It's science, why do we need to sell science?"
Because we do. For some reason science has become politicized in a way that sort of just boggles my mind. You can use facts to justify your opinion or your policies, but the facts themselves should be undeniable. And we shouldn't have to "sell" science.
Science is sexy. Without science we wouldn't have the internet, iPhones, snapchat, you name it. But for someone reason "science" fell out of favor. When you can create your own little dystopian version of reality and have "news channels" reinforce that version of reality, then we need to "sell science." That's just the sad state of affair we live in today.
But part of my, the decidedly un-Christian part of me, wants to go up to the science/fact deniers and say fine. If you don't believe in science. Then no more healthcare for you. Medicine is based on science. So if you don't believe in science, then I don't think you should have healthcare (unless it's the purely religious kind where you pray away your cancer and/or use voodoo dolls. What-evs.)
Now the even funnier thing is that in this episode, the challenge is that if you shift resources from enforcement to treatment that you'll be called "soft on crime." So true. But today there is a common understanding that the opioid addiction in our country is out of control and both political parties are looking at real, constructive, ways to deal with it. Based on science.
Oh the irony of it all.
Friday, August 19, 2016
Go Buy Me A Beer Bitch!So first of all I want to say that I blame FitBit.
I bought a new FitBit, it stopped working, so I stopped using it. And then last weekend I spent like 2 hours trying to re-set the stupid thing so it would work again. And finally success! So now I get those stupid reminders that I'm X steps away from my daily goal. Bite me.
And so that's why I went for a walk tonight. Because obviously the 30 minutes I did the on the stair mill didn't count (which I think is total BS). So on a Friday night I went for an "urban hike." And no, calling it an urban hike doesn't make it any sadder that I'm going for a walk on a Friday night.
Anyways, I walked up 16th to U St and as I turned onto U St there was a little bodega and some drunk guy was yelling at his girlfriend, "Go Buy Me A Beer Bitch". Ah, modern love. The guy was not cute and the girl was meh. And drunk as well. It's not even 10PM, should you really be that drunk?
And that's how the walk started.
It was kind of interesting as I walked through the various micro-neighborhoods tand just people watched. Obviously U St had a plethora of hip young people, gay and straight, at the beginning of their evening. There were just getting ready to get their game on. As I made my way down Connecticut Ave towards Dupont Circle, we first start with the older couples who have just finished enjoying nice dinners on a Friday night. Some older gentleman is smoking a cigar outside of Ruth Chris. Of course. By the time I make it to Dupont Circle, the average age has dropped to early 20s. And very hipsterish. Sigh. Really? Shouldn't there be atleast some gays here. Then since I still am not close to 10,000 steps, I continue south of Dupont. Where the big straight clubs are and the very young women in the very short skirts. I finally decided that I need to head back home to use the facilities after the gallon of mint tea I had after the gym.
Still haven't met my daily step goal.
Wednesday, February 03, 2016
It's February Already?So one month down and 11 to go. And I'm sort of off to an uneven start on my new years resolutions.
I did manage to go some place I've never been before: Honduras. As part the Big Gay Cruise we pulled into Roatan in Honduras. It was okay. The weather was kind of crappy so my excursion to the beach resort was kind of a bust. I think if you are a scuba person, then it might be worthwhile to go. Otherwise, I'm not too sure. We also went to Cozumel & Grand Caymen (where I only got off the ship to eat and find some wifi) as well as Belize. I actually highly recommend Belize. Not Belize City which apparently has the murder rate of Chicago, but the islands off of Belize or into the jungle to see the Mayan ruins. John and I went there for a week and had a blast (except when I threw my back out, but details).
The being healthy thing is still a work in progress. I came back from the cruise with a cold and my shoulder is still messed up, so my gym workouts are limited. But I'm trying. I had some very interesting moments on the BGC where I realized that I'm tired of being me. That I want to be someone else. Which I know is weird since my life doesn't suck that much at all. I'm pretty lucky/blessed. But it doesn't stop me from me wanting something else, to wanting to be someone else. And I know I'm limited by age and genetics, but still.
Spinning the subject wheel. I can't with politics these days. It's all so sad and depressing on so many fronts. And I fear the madness will only get worse. It's going to be a long 10 months till November.
More blogging soon!
Friday, January 01, 2016
Hello 2016!So one of my new years resolutions is to start blogging again. And so here I am. Of course with me, nothing is ever easy and it basically took me all day to remember the email address and password that I used to start this here bloggy thing, but I'm BACK!
So resolutions. A good thing or a bad thing? Personally I'm on the fence about them. But I had an odd conversation the other night about resolutions. I was at dinner with some friends and they had another friend there (let's call him Jim). After some sort of depressing dinner conversation I thought I would spin the subject wheel and ask people what their New Years Resolutions were. Easy enough right? A little light hearted conversation starter, right?
So I think I started first and said what my resolutions are (more focus on health, travel new places, blog again). And Jim sort of interrupts me to ask why I'm not happy with myself. And that's where the conversation sort of went off the rails. It's not that I'm not happy with myself, in general, but that there are some things I'd like to do to make me better. And Jim didn't want to believe me. He stated that he was perfectly happy with his life and that he didn't think he needed to make any changes in his life. And that's a perfectly fine answer, but for me I'm not particularly happy with the status quo so I'd like to make some changes. Even his other friends were agreeing with me but the whole conversation was just a bit bizarro.
And I think as I approach a certain life milestone (cough, 50, cough) I think that if there are things that I can do to make myself better, to make myself feel better, then why shouldn't I be trying to make some changes.
I've seen the new Star Wars twice now and they've shown the Kung Fu Panda 3 trailer both times. In the trailer the old master says to the panda hero: "If you only do what you can do, you'll never be more than you are now." And I know that sounds like a bit of cliche, but it sort of resonated with me. I want to be more than what I am now.
Monday, May 27, 2013
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
The Joys of Dog Ownership
Home early to get my hair cut.
Walking Suki.We've passed this dead little bird several times and never even stopped.But today, Suki decided that the dead bird was just ripe enough to snack on.So I immediately try to stop her.Prying her jaws apart to pull the dead bird out.And I succeed.But yea me.
I've got a dead bird in my right hand.We keep walking. I throw the bird in the trash.
But my right hand is just covered in dead bird grime, feathers, etc.And the smell.Oh the smell.We get home. And that's when I realize that my keys are in my right front pocket.In order to not pollute my pants, I'm trying to reach into my right pocket using my left hand.It takes a bit, but I finally get my keys out.I immediately go to the sink to start washing and disinfecting my hands.As I'm scrubbing furiously, I look at Suki and say, "That's disgusting."Her response?She licks her chops.Of course she does.*Sigh*
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Upgrades, 42, and the FrenchI dreamed of John last night. We were traveling somewhere, I'm not sure where. But we had landed and were about to get on another flight when we found out that one of our upgrades had come through. Key word, *one*. And so we had this discussion about who should get the upgrade and finally I convinced him that he should take it. He got on the plane. And then I got in the back. And then somewhere in my dream, reality started to emerge. And I knew John was gone. And that's when I woke up. But I woke up with a smile.
This had actually happened to us before on some trip. To Napa I think. And we did argue about it and then I finally convinced him that I would be able to better enjoy our time together in Napa if he wasn't trying to recover from being stuck in coach and/or complaining about coach the whole time. John was big. He needed first class. John was first class.
Went to see 42 this weekend. Good. But I will agree with one of the reviews I read. Harrison Ford couldn't have overacted any more if his life depended upon it. Good movie, but it was uncomfortable to watch at times. The racism. The bigotry. I know it still exists in the U.S. But I think it's more subtle now. It's not in your face ugly. And it was definitely in your face ugly back then.
There's been this talk recently about how there isn't an out gay man in professional sports yet. There are rumors one (or more) may come out soon. I really can't imagine that they will have to face the naked bigotry that Jackie Robinson did. Oh, I'm sure there will be some. But I think we are more educated now. And we know that's not right. Atleast I hope we do.
The French. Seriously? Rioting about gay marriage? Attacks on gay bars? Violence against some gay men? Since when did you all become so concerned about marriage? Aren't you all the people of mistresses and affairs? Where is all of this anti-gay marriage anger coming from? It just seems so surreal. I just doesn't seem like the France I remember. And I'm not sure I'd want to go there any time soon. So weird.