F 1 D 0 - 2002 12 31 at 0015 Last entry for 2002. Well, today is Erev New Years Day, 2002. This season has been a busy one for us. We've been company to other families, and had company over tonight. It seems right, especially when some of the people are busy and only make time during this xmas season. I didn't wait for New Years to do a resolution. In fact, I guess I didn't make any Resolutions. But I've decided to jog once or twice each day. Not much, perhaps half an hour. If I do it early enough in the day, I can come home, have a shower, and it doesn't impact on my day. And when I do it later in the evening, before bed, I can have another shower, and go right to sleep. The decision to do it twice hasn't materialized as yet. But it will happen sometimes. I don't have a writer's block, but I do have something else. I'm trying very hard not to write you about things which are so plain, so ordinary, you'll stop wondering about what I'm doing, and just assume it is something like what you are doing tonight. Eating, sleeping, washing, learning, reading, getting exercise, playing music. So what am I supposed to tell you about? This journal is about minutia, and maybe that's what makes life interesting. So here goes. I was writing with Mark, and he was complaining, rightly, about how the Christmas holidays have become politically correct. Now they're just Holidays. The Holiday Party. So we can offend everyone, instead of offending a few. And this season isn't about xmas, but somehow about spending money, and giving. I was reading the Comical Journal (ok, it is the Chronicle Journal) and it, like so many other dailies goes on and on about how evil it is to permit cloning. I don't think it is evil, all things considered. Star Trek never really got this cloning thing worked out. They made clones which looked exactly like their adult source images. Wrong. If a clone is anything, it is family. If it is made from me, it may not think like me, nor act like me. But it will have the family characteristics. We'll need a familial word for what its connection is to me. I do have a concern about the cloning. If big firms, such as medical suppliers, can clone as they please, we can be certain that puppy farms, chicken coops and pig pens (you know, all of those places animal activists show us in disgusting details) will have one more friend, the sapien incubator buildings. These will be guarded and will be places which science fiction and horror writers will get vibrant pictures. So my fear is that the new slavery will be humans grown in secret places. Blade runner replicants. I did a search on Richard Sinden today. He's a professor of Molecular Biology at Texas A&M university. He's done some interesting stuff with DNA. He's determined that DNA has a different shape and different organizations than we used to think. He talks about slip stranded DNA, and an intermolecular triplex DNA. I want to understand it all, and learn it. The text costs about 100.00 cdn. Yikes! Maybe I'll go visit the university library and read it. I have ulterior motives. My friend Howard mentioned this professor when we talked last, and other people just aren't doing the research nor the writing. I'm eager to find out about this. It should fit in with the apoptosis lectures I attended in Boston. They were interesting lectures. They were fast talking, but only expected the knowledge a person like myself would possess. Here was an open meeting where history was being expounded on, and there empty seats in the lecture hall. Sometimes I wonder what people want. Sports. That's what they want. Music shows in big stadiums. That's what they want. I prepared pumpkin soup with cumin and ham today. The first big change in flavour happens when you stir in the cumin. The next one happens when you add the nice ham and stir it in. And it changes once more when you stir in the Masala. Originally I was going to make it without the ham, but I found out that our guests had no meat issues, and more importantly, they were coming after dinner, so this was going to be just for us. I should write more often. I'm losing my cadence. Horses who run have this cadence thing, and I am thinking it prevents injury. Who knows what terrible things could happen if a guy like me writes, and the story goes all over the map? That's all I know.