The Chronicle reports that researchers are surprised to see that HIV infection rates are not increasing despite a rise in syphilis cases. Buried a few paragraphs down is what seemed obvious to me even after just reading the headline: syphilis is transmitted through oral sex while HIV by and large isn’t. I’m not sure why everyone was so surprsied by results which were so easily explained…

There’s just not enough romance and drama involved when seeing your loved one off on the train actually means saying goodbye at a bus stop along the Embarcadero. It’s sort of ironic that San Francisco — where mass transit is dogma — has no direct long-distance passenger rail service. Taking Amtrak from SF means taking a bus to the East Bay and THEN getting on a train…

Assuming, of course, that you can get a straight (or consistent) answer from anyone at Amtrak about how to purchase tickets…

Anyway, Mark’s off to Fresno again to clean up the mess caused by a bit of walking garbage named Steven Washburn. Anyone who reminds me that “he’s a human being” should be prepared for a tongue-lashing. I don’t much care what his motives were nor how brutal his childhood may have been…

I hit the road tomorrow so we can have a romantic Valentine’s weekend in a Red Roof Inn…

A few random thoughts for a Thursday evening:

• Proof positive that John Burton has been in office too long. He and Willie Brown need to go off and have their mutual masturbation sessions somewhere else.
• Animal rights terrorists and a machine politician have actually succeeded in making me support something as disgusting as foie gras. Amazing…
• Yes, it’s a holiday whose time has come…
• Speaking of stupid white people, I’m thinking of sending her a wedding invitation…
• Tuesday was my half-birthday. I didn’t get a single present. I guess you’re all waiting for the big four-o in August, right?

You know how it is. You’re trying to go to sleep because you want to get up early on Saturday morning, and you just can’t get “Push th’ Little Daisies” by Ween out of your head. It sucks…

 

Anyway, I finally got to sleep, and I finally work up, and then I drove to Stockton. Just because I could. I like Stockton; there are really nice old neighborhoods, and dumpy old supermarkets, and (best of all) it’s not San Francisco…

I also like that my baby will be home tomorrow…