Listening to Garbage play on my music player is so… ummm… what’s the word…. disembodying?  that’s not a word, but that’s how I feel.  Maybe it’s because I read the transcript of Blondie’s Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction and haven’t stopped thinking about it.

In a 2011 article in Discover, scientists were discussing development of a technique to obsolete amniocentesis where PCR was applied to fetal DNA which is discovered to exist in the mother’s bloodstream.

The article mentioned there was opposition to the technology… by “advocates for Down syndrome” … “and others who fear it will lead to more abortions.”

WTF? There are advocates… in *favor of* Down syndrome? Thought I’d heard everything.

I suppose these people are lobbying against treatment of childhood leukemia in girls because it might lead to more abortions.

How about this idea… let the technology develop, and if you don’t want to buy or use it to get information, don’t. Thankfully, for the moment at least, a woman’s reproductive rights are (for the most part) still hers and don’t belong to those who want more Down syndrome in the world.

I think my brain is melting. Did I really just read that?

Is it just me or has the world become noisier?
It seems that as soon as I go out my door, I am bombarded with useless, incessant noise.  It even comes out of the sky.
Earlier, I went to get the mail and a big noisy rattling pickup truck pulled out from a nearby side road and roared by.  No matter where I go, there are loud cars and trucks and motorcycles.. everywhere.
I always remember hearing that sort of thing occasionally, but I don’t remember it being constant.
Are the vehicles falling into disrepair, or are there so many more people around that even a small percentage of the ones who want to intrude on others’ right to quiet enjoyment now amounts to so many people that you can’t get away from them, even in the middle of the night?  wtf?

[Later]

Sometimes I get curious about the weirdest things.  Earlier, I was wondering if I’m the only one who cooks with a blowtorch.  I don’t really *cook* with it, but when I make chicken wings, I always burn off those little hairs with a blowtorch.  I hate those.

After I put the wings to soak in hot sauce, I started wondering if any of the wings in that big pack were from the same chicken.  Or are they all from random chickens?

Someone told me today that I “have an uncluttered soul.”  I’ve never heard anyone say something like that and it made me happy.