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I met Jim when he was a dorm tutor (someone older who lives on a floor of undergaduates to counsel them) at Harvard c. 1978. He invited me to one of his parties -- which turned out to be a gimmick party. The gimmick: when you arrived, he took you into his bedroom, took a Polaroid of you naked, then you dressed and wore the picture around your neck for the rest of the party. It was amusing to watch people's eyes as they tried to check out the picture without getting caught.

I dated Jim a few times. He was witty and engaging. However, he did commit the fatal error of suggesting I was morally obligated to sleep with him because he was a Hepatitis B carrier and I was one of the few people who'd been vaccinated at that time. I found this less than romantic or arousing....
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The Kite Runner and cetera

Sometimes it seems like everyone I feature here has been published. Just happy accident in most cases....

Off to the doctor today. My doctor recently became a semi-celebrity for his first novel, The Kite Runner, which is the tale of a spoiled Afghan boy who betrays his best friend, then returns from California years later to rescue his best friend's son. The book is great, the reviews are glowing, the sales are good enough for a paperback edition and a lengthy publicity tour of Europe and the US.

I took the book along hoping to come up with some nonembarrassing way of asking him to sign it. He spotted it right away under some test paperwork I'd brought along, so we talked about his success and the demands of having two careers, at least for now. I told him I didn't think he would be doing as much for people seeing patients at Kaiser as he would writing full-time given his obvious talent for storytelling. And I wasn't sucking up to him.

So I'm losing a doctor and gaining an author. Which is too bad, since he's the rare doctor that realizes I probably know as much as he does about any problem I have going in and doesn't get his ego in a knot trying to prove he's right -- we just talk together and get an action plan going.

After that it was straight to the gym for shrugs (360#) and some cardio. Ran into East Bay George, an ICUii friend, and engaged in a little mock punching/shoving foreplay (not too shocking for the straight guys to handle.) Then home to meet up for dinner with my partner Mike (who's started a LiveJournal) and excessor (who had plenty of good stories about his ex, who is starting his move out of their house tomorrow) at the local Chinese restaurant. Good times....