Last night, I had a lovely dinned with Lisa, talking about my future as a professor. She has good advice. And she's super funny. Before dinner, we went up into the Berkeley hills to watch the sunset.
Tonight, I'm going to a party. Yay! It's funny, here I am, living in the center of one of the hippest metropolises on the planet (here's a shot looking south from my apartment), and I almost never get out.
Anyway, something exciting is coming up this week. I'm getting together with my friend Chris from Philly to do a little presentation for the SexPol group on "risk" and queer public health on Thursday.
Many luminaries from the field will be there, which is more invigorating than it is intimidating.
The picture to the right is of an ad I saw in O'Hare airport on the way back from Providence, which seemed very apt.
As gay men, we are constantly told to reduce our risks. Actually, as people living in America, we are constantly told to reduce our risks, from smoking, from eating, drinking, and sex.
But in business, it is all about taking risks. "No risk, no reward" is a mantra. That's what this ad is playing on. Risk as thrilling, vital and essential to life itself.
Which makes for an interesting contrast, doesn't it? On the one hand we are supposed to avoid risks and feel bad about them, on the other, we are supposed to seek them out.
No wonder public health is in such a state of confusion. I'm hoping to help find ways out of that mess. More on that later.