JKINATL2 – Jonathan’s Place

So now I am here, in my new home. Might be a few days before I get the photos hung up and the furniture put so that it faces the TV.

I have a blog on MYSPACE, which sometimes people read. Usually it’s a mirror from my blog at POZ. COM, but not always. But I get the impression that MYSPACE is so 2006 now. I want to be 2011.

Plus, more of my real friends are here. Having teenagers who post model photos stolen from the internet and wax rhapsodic about their binge drinking subscribe to my blog can be a little disconcerting.

Notes: I write in sometimes annoying line breaks. I am also a rotten typist.Where is the spell check? I often do this in Open Office, then import. But that sometimes leads to odd characters and squiggly things. So if I miss a typo, forgive me. Or point it out. It’s literary broccoli in my teeth, and though I might hate you for a moment, I will thank you for a lifetime.

I recently resigned from a four or so year tenure at the AIDSMEDS/POZ.COM blogging pool for a couple of reasons.

One, I was tired of trying to link all my thoughts and expressions to HIV, since that’s not every scintilla of who I am. It INFUSES a lot, but it’s like Earl Grey writing about nothing but bergamot.

Two, I was/am having real problems at the direction of the community site there, and was finding it less and less of a resource for scientific information. The guys who ran/run it were smart as whips, but not exactly great moderators in a message board. They pleased the masses, sure, and it certainly helped the numbers look good. But they forgot the axiom that most people suck, and drove away the few people from whom I had anything of real import to learn.

Needless to say, they took my resignation with “mixed emotions.” A mixture of relief and joy, I suspect.

Three, my ability to put up with/tolerate/be all sweet with people who were A) idiots B) drunk or high when posting, C) off their psychotropic meds or D) all of the above had reached an all time low. My tolerance for fools and idiots hit the ground and gave me road rash.

Four, I realized that, having had this dumb virus for fifteen years, I had outlived my role model relevance. I want to be many things in this lifetime. Viral Brontosaurus is not one of them.

Also, I think I want to write some stuff for actual folding money, something POZ toyed with, but abandoned rather quickly.  Plus, I smell in the recession-rife air the stink of a magazine that might not be doing so well, outside of a pharmaceutical catalogue. And for the life of me, all my time on Kaletra, I never ONCE climbed a mountain with a bro in REI khaki shorts.

The makers of Kaletra are ignoring a HUGE market in overweight forty something people who are currently stocking up on colon cleansers. I would not touch the junk again with a ten foot plunger

So I am looking for other pastures, as an occasional outlet and stuff. And to further procrastinate when people (and yes they exist, and not only in my head) start telling me its time to write the damned book already.

This is an idea. This blog thing, is anyone reads it or cares.  I will post the last four or five of my old stuff here, to see if anyone likes it or reads it. If so, cool. If not, well, there ya go. I am not sure how this works, if subsequent posts will come first, whether I can set the time and date to keep things in some sort of chronological order, or if I will use the copy paste function until my fingers bleed. But hey, its all a learning curve. I will try not to drive too fast without the headlights on.

Thanks for getting this far. I owe you a cookie. Or martini. Or a martini with a cookie floating on top of it. Whatever floats your Oreo.

so here are some if the blogs that did not suck, from early to late.

Long story short, I got sad for a long time when Dad died, but was uncharacteristically brave as a caregiver, for which I am proud. Then I got smashing drunk for six years, one of the longer quick fixes on record. Then I got sick, slowly, but seriously. Then I came close to being all dead and stuff. Then I found a drug combo that does not make me feel like a truck was backing over me every day.

Now I am trying to slowly get my body back, my life back, and see what happens when the movie does not end like I (and everyone else) thought it would. Heady junk, that. Scary too.

So read on if you want. Give me gobs of money to write a book. Make it into a movie starring Chad Lowe, because I feel bad for him after Hillary and he needs the work.

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