  i'm watching that bruce willis movie "tears of the sun". it's making me nauseous in the much the same way oprah does when she's doing some kind of "expose" (is that even how that's spelled? ) on aids in s. africa. i've recently been reading about a number of conspiracyish theories about the origins of aids, and the misinterpretation of the disease in africa, india, and parts of asia. what is particularly interesting to me is the idea that various statistics, depending on type of testing done, are wrong....or being analyzed incorrectly....meaning what we are really looking at as examples of hiv, is nothing more than what is the status quo for those living under "third world" conditions. nothing more is an understatement...but how convenient is it to believe that all these nations just can't seem to keep it in their pants....instead of putting the conditions in which they live into more of a context. of course it makes sense, that generations of peoples who have little or no access to clean water, food, health care, etc. have immune systems that register as carrying cholera, hepatitis, malaria, or whatever the fuck. the body adapts. we know this. what if all we are looking at in a lot of these people is proof of living conditions we pay little attention to.
bodily evidence of centuries of rape, pillaging, colonizing, etc. what kind of tears would oprah cry over that i wonder? i don't know. i went through a tears for the world phase some months ago while having a drunken late night love affair with miss winfrey. i was having trouble sleeping, being appropriately social (or so i told myself, i was actually waaay social? ), and medicating myself with cases of beer, pot, and coke on a pretty regular basis.....hmm, i'm sleepy, what was my point here?
something about being touched by oprah's save the world shebang and how powerful she would be if she preached a little more historical/political context the next time she has a flirting session with bono. this is the first friday night i've been home in i almost don't know how long. god, i'm tired, but antsy, and feel like hitting up last call at the rancho. nighty night. perhaps i shall get this blog going after all? 
