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Apr. 10th, 2005 04:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silverfae9I guess it's time to admit why I've been hiding out for the last little while.
First of all, I found out on Friday that a friend is HIV+. The really tragically ironic part of the whole thing is that his partner died of AIDS years ago, and he was tested when his partner was diagnosed. It came up negative, but it looks like it was likely a false negative. And now he's been getting sick and the doctors are amazed that he didn't know.
Medicine is doing leaps and bounds--I know for certain, because I see the research at work every day--and so all we can do is hope. And hope is hard.
Also, I've been feeling foolish about the rapid implosion of the whole Michael situation. The problem is that, to use that awful pop psychology term that I hate so, there was no closure. And it's hard to flip the switch and stop liking someone. So whenever I'm on the Hill I sneak furtive glances off to the side to see if he's around, and when we drive past his apartment on the way to the grocery store I want to hit the deck in case he's outside, and today paying my cell phone bill I stared at all the hour long phone conversations in wonder.
Where is the island of lost boys located? I don't know how to ask when I need help.
Bah. Did anyone read the article in the New Yorker about the Unicorn tapestries at the Cloisters? I love those tapestries, and I'd love to see the colors they found on the backs of them. I think it's amazing that these vivid colors have been in hiding for a century.
First of all, I found out on Friday that a friend is HIV+. The really tragically ironic part of the whole thing is that his partner died of AIDS years ago, and he was tested when his partner was diagnosed. It came up negative, but it looks like it was likely a false negative. And now he's been getting sick and the doctors are amazed that he didn't know.
Medicine is doing leaps and bounds--I know for certain, because I see the research at work every day--and so all we can do is hope. And hope is hard.
Also, I've been feeling foolish about the rapid implosion of the whole Michael situation. The problem is that, to use that awful pop psychology term that I hate so, there was no closure. And it's hard to flip the switch and stop liking someone. So whenever I'm on the Hill I sneak furtive glances off to the side to see if he's around, and when we drive past his apartment on the way to the grocery store I want to hit the deck in case he's outside, and today paying my cell phone bill I stared at all the hour long phone conversations in wonder.
Where is the island of lost boys located? I don't know how to ask when I need help.
Bah. Did anyone read the article in the New Yorker about the Unicorn tapestries at the Cloisters? I love those tapestries, and I'd love to see the colors they found on the backs of them. I think it's amazing that these vivid colors have been in hiding for a century.
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Date: 2005-04-11 01:07 am (UTC)I'm sorry to hear about the rest of the stuff in your life. Strength to you and your friends.
unicorn (mike whybark)
Date: 2005-04-11 05:04 am (UTC)It seems likely that this uses the same base data, although it appears to be the front, and the zooming is kinda primitive.
The met site has a bunch of good info on the tapestries.
I have to admit I kep thinking to myself that you could get the same results with a hundred interns and a Kai's Power Goo site license, which is uncharitable of me but possibly an explanation for the brothers' work being limited to one of the panels.