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In a press release today, the World Health Organization has stated that there is strong evidence from three randomized controlled trials undertaken in Kenya, Uganda, and South Africa that male circumcision reduces the risk of heterosexually acquired HIV infection in men by approximately 60%.
This is suprising news, but my biggest question is how the trials were conducted. Did they take a bunch of guys, give half of them circumcisions, and then had them all have heterosexual intercourse with an HIV infected woman? How long did they wait to test them?
And if they didn't do that, if the process was somehow more ethical, how can they be sure they have accurate data about the impact of circumcision on the probability of AIDS infection?
Check out the press release here.
Sam Tyndall may not always make the best decisions w/r/t members of the opposite sex. I, myself, have quite a few skeletons in my closet. Women whose feelings I have hurt, trusts I have broken.
I have, on occasion, been a bad boyfriend. I have been a post-relationship pseudo-stalker. Checking on people's blogs or doing searches for them long after they have asked me never to speak to them again. I've even blogged here about one such instance.
Well, now I know how it feels. Our main man Telephone Sam has an internet stalker that just won't give up. She has caused inconvenience and annoyance to every poster on this blog by posting comments relevant only to Sam Tyndall.
The IP addresses connected to the comments always resolve to Canada. Now, I know what you're thinking. How could you possibly know who the commenter is? There are 32,623,490 Canadians out there!
There is only one Canadian so fixated on our own personal Mr. T. Sorry, Sam. You might be big in Japan, but you just haven't blown up in our neighbor to the north.
As Grand Overlord And Person Who Pays The Bills of thatsplenty.com, I now pass a royal decree: The Canadian known only as Nathalie is no longer welcome here at thatsplenty.com and any and all comments made by her will be treated as spam.
Thank you for your attention. That is all.
so.
I recently blogged a lil thing here which for some reason or anther got a few resposnes, including an anonymous misdirect:
Posted by: Anonymous | October 5, 2006 11:17 AM
Ah, but MisterMiss Any Mouse, yr IP address was still captured by the That's Plenty cyber patrol and I got creative...
Seems like somebody in Toronto is mildly interested in my sexuality.... the answer below
I get to work around three o'clock every day. At that time, walking from the West Houston 1 to the corner of Greenwich and Clarkston, I usually pass, somewhere around Clarkston and Varick, a tall, pretty woman, can't be more than thirty years old, with very dark blond or very light brown hair cut in an upside-down flower-bell shape, close to the scalp at first, then flipping up and out, like a drooping fan of petals accidentally looking into the water.
I will probably never speak to this woman, nor necessarily should I, but I wonder, does she see me, and does she sometimes bemoan the absence of the time needed to meet strangers on the street. If we met, what would we talk about? We have exactly a block and a half in common, and, though the curiousities of that block are many (inordinately large number of brown or russet pigeons, shirtless man with huge boxer's cheeks who cleans sidewalks and yells at me about the sexual prowess of Puerto Ricans, children trying to learn handball and failing, etc.), I'll wager they are not curious enough to cement a relationship.
Thus we pass each other, circling and circling and drooping our stares into our feet, who, unappreciated huskies, keep mushing on, from the subway to the sidewalk, where the brown pigeon lands too close to the cheeky man's broom and makes a noise like a little vacuum powering down. Even the pigeons, I think, do not have time to say hello.
Here is a good way to pass the time. Take movies and rename them as pornos. Your mind kind of freezes up at first, but start simple with somthing like, Star Whores, Citizen Kane Me, and Scooby Goo and slowly move up to more complicated ones. The girl with the Pearl Necklace, Good Will Cunting, Last of the Ho-Freakins. Finally, move on to doing entire Directors catalogs. Tim Spurtin is the Director of such fine films as Planet of the Gapes, Big Fist, and Willy Wanker and the Cocklet Fucktry. If you find this to be more tedious than waht you were doing before... well then just go here http://justincone.com/tween/. Its got puuurty moovies on it.
"Tell me a story."
The camera operator had sat down on the weathered wooden bench that rested on the balcony, thirty-eight stories up near times square, that we had come to in order to get a quick establishing shot for a new TV show. He had two magazines to load and a while to wait after that. We had a good half-hour or so before the light would be good for the shot. He was older than me, but wanted to hear one of my yarns. I tried to oblige him, but needed to warn him. I was a pretty reserved and unadventurous fellow. Except in one category of my life.
"They're all stories about women," I said.
He smiled. "Perfect," he said. "Those are the best kind."
I started with the one that gets the quick, easy laugh out of most people.
"This one time I got dumped for my sister."
