What Goes On

So I didn’t go on Oprah’s show and jump up and down on a sofa to profess my love for the official VM fiancee.

I did, however, buy her a ring (made by Little King Jewelry):

We’re heading off to San Diego this afternoon, to visit friends, drop in on the geek-fest known as Comic-Con, meet up with a few vacationing members of the OVMF’s family and, of course, go running with the bulls in Tijuana.

Okay, we’ll probably skip TJ, but we’re definitely getting the ol’ In-N-Out, if you know what I mean.

I’ll try to get some good pix from the Con, especially of wheelchair-bound attendees dressed up as Klingons.

Left Behind

In the UK Observer, Nick Cohen wrote a good piece about the left’s response to the London bombing:

I feel the appeal, believe me. You are exasperated with the manifold faults of Tony Blair and George W Bush. Fighting your government is what you know how to do and what you want to do, and when you are confronted with totalitarian forces which are far worse than your government, the easy solution is to blame your government for them.

But it’s a parochial line of reasoning to suppose that all bad, or all good, comes from the West – and a racist one to boot. The unavoidable consequence is that you must refuse to support democrats, liberals, feminists and socialists in the Arab world and Iran who are the victims of Islamism in its Sunni and Shia guises because you are too compromised to condemn their persecutors.

Of course, the fact that the writer is named Cohen means that someone will contend that he’s a traitor to the left and “an agent of Israel” or somesuch.

You oughtta read the whole shebang.

Exhale

I just finished reading Proust’s In Search of Lost Time (or Remembrance of Things Past, depending on your translation) tonight, after starting the 4,300-page shebang on February 1.

I thought it’d take me a year to read the whole shebang. At least, that’s what I put in front of myself at the start of this project. Back in college, I thought Proust was meant for one’s middle age, but I really didn’t understand anything about it. I told myself then that someday I’d give myself a year to read it.

Proust and life have both taught me a lot in the past 5+ months. I’m a little too mentally exhausted right now to share it, but it’s been informing everydamnthing I’ve been writing for a while now.

Right now, the official VM fiance and I are going to settle back, have dinner, and watch Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy.

England Our England

I don’t really know what I can write about the London bombings. I’ll need to reread Orwell’s England Your England essay to see if it says anything that sheds light on how I feel right now. I’ll probably stop by the UK consulate tomorrow, like I did with the Spanish one after the Madrid bombing.

I know Christopher Hitchens wrote pretty well about it.

I know that Ken Livingstone spoke pretty well about it, even if he did sound like he was excusing such violence if it targets are ” presidents or prime ministers.”

I know that George Galloway remains an idiot.

I know a lot of people in my life don’t agree about how to deal with what’s happening to the world and to us. Let’s keep talking.

Patent Theft Pending

[Here’s the From the Editor page for the latest issue of my magazine]

In America, the July 4th holiday involves an entertaining combination of patriotic fervor and minor explosives. As a nation, we celebrate the declaration of our independence from the one country that we now call our closest ally (supposedly, the British also celebrate July 4th, but they call it “thanksgiving”).

In Brazil, the July 4th weekend evidently involves a game of brinksmanship (not surprising, in a country legendary for knife-fighting). The country’s health ministry gave Abbott Laboratories a July 6th deadline to drop the cost of its HIV/AIDS drug Kaletra, threatening to declare a “public health crisis” and employ a World Trade Organization process to break Abbott’s patent on the drug.

This would lead, at a minimum, to a generic version of the drug in Brazil, in which 600,000 people are infected with HIV/AIDS. That’s a pretty significant impact, but the Associated Press report on this subject actually goes a step further:

Poor countries without drug industries could take steps to authorize imports from Brazil, experts said. And developing countries with robust generic drug production capacity like India and China could be tempted to follow Brazil’s example, creating a bigger threat to the global reach of multinational pharmaceutical companies.

Now, maybe I’m being paranoid (could have something to do with all those explosives that went off this weekend), but “global reach of multinationals” sounds to me like the Pharma biz is being characterized as the Evil Empire (again), and that voiding patents is a viable way to “stick it to the Man” (note that “the Man” in this case is providing Brazil with the lowest price on Kaletra outside of Africa).
India and China have spent years trying to get up to snuff on intellectual property rights, so we wouldn’t possibly imagine that a news organ like AP would champion their reversion to IP theft. On the other hand, maybe I’m just overreacting:

“The impact of breaking the patent would be enormous,” said Michael Bailey, a senior policy adviser for Oxfam International. “If a major country such as Brazil goes through with this, not only will it help ensure sustainability of their excellent treatment program, it will set a hugely important precedent for other countries.”

Nope! It’s pretty clear that this rep from Oxfam believes (along with an HIV-infected Sao Paolo university professor, and a spokesman for Doctors Without Brains Borders, both quoted in the article) that Brazil’s best path is to void the patent for Kaletra, and then sell the generic form to other countries!

The “hugely important precedent” it would set? That would be “don’t bother researching drugs in this field; we’re just going to get your patents voided.” Then we can see how well Brazil “ensures sustainability” of its treatment program when no new treatments are developed. Last I checked, viruses don’t stand still.

(I want to be fair here, and point out that the article quotes Brazil’s health minister as saying that the country has no plans to export the drug. I also point out that the article fails to quote a single Pharma company spokesman, and the only industry statement is a threat from the International Federation of Pharmaceutical Manufacturers and Associations to withdraw investment and jobs from Brazil.)

–Gil Roth

Unreal city, under the brown fog of a winter dawn

Okay, I’ve goofed on Frank Gehry before, with his “Ooh! Look at me! I’m using curved metal surfaces AGAIN!

But nothing really prepared me for his inane new design for Brooklyn, centering on Bruce Ratner’s new NBA arena for the Nets (guess what? It uses curved metal surfaces!)

Yes, as you can see below, by 2011, Brooklyn will look like the set of a Tim Burton movie. Congratulations. Glad the NYTimes likes it.

(Probably doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that real estate developer Ratner is the Times’ partner on their new building.)

Gehry’s also a bullshit furniture designer.

Complications

Dad’s back in the hospital. He’s been (dry) coughing pretty badly ever we got him home after his heart surgery at the end of April. He’s also had some alternating fevers in the last month-to-six weeks. We took him for CAT scan on Thursday, which revealed an abscess in his lung. He also has this weird tennis-ball-sized lump of hard tissue at the top of his thigh, right where the scar begins from where they took one of the veins for his bypasses.

His surgeon took one look at it Friday and admitted him back into the hospital. Looks like he’s been fighting an infection ever since surgery. Being a tough guy, he kept ignoring his worsening condition, but his girlfriend noticed that he was burning up last week, and got the ball rolling for this current round of treatment. Saving his life for the nth time.

So he’s going into surgery later today, where they’ll drain the lump in his thigh. They’ll get him on a serious load of antibiotics so that the abscess in the lung will get zapped before it spreads to his heart. Everyone (except Dad) sounds pretty optimistic about this. Dad’ll be in the hospital until Tuesday (7/5) at a minimum. I’ll write more on the dadblog as the situation warrants.