Mediumhuman 

That's what it occurred to me today that I am.  Medium.  In the middle.  Actually it's occurred to me before, but I usually shrug it off and keep going.  But really, I'm neither Democrat nor Republican; hell most of my political views are compromises.  It's always been very easy to see both sides to an issue, and therefore sometimes very hard to choose one side. 
    Like abortion, for instance.  I believe the option of abortion must be left open, and that it's a very personal decision, not for me to tell someone else not to do it, but I know from experience that it's not for me.  When I had that decision to make, it felt like killing a kid.  Plus I think this potentially injurious procedure should not be a primary form of birth control, and would be deeply relieved if it were never needed, if sex crime was nonexistent, if birth control methods were more reliable, if embryonic/fetal transplants were perfected, so infertile couples can adopt a child and do the birth thing themselves. 
    I'm ambidextrous. 
    I'm bi.  That's pretty medium.  In fact...I took a fun little test today, written by an author on one of the mailing lists I belong to, and it's designed to test your Dyke Quotient, i.e. the intensity of a woman's orientation from hetero all the way to transsexual.  In between are varying degrees of butch and femme.  I'm androgynous.  That's very, very middle. 
    Androgynous does not equal sexless.  I know it seems that way, thanks to sticklike breastless models you can't pin a gender on.  But it really means that people like me have in balance qualities that tap the "masculine" side of human personality and those that reflect "femininity."  I use quotes here cuz there is still a lotta debate on whether things that are considered masculine really have to do with maleness, and likewise for feminine, or whatever.  All that is entirely too esoteric for me. 
    Anyway, the test is kinda humorous, meant to be a jokey thing, but it's pretty accurate, from what I hear.  If I can obtain permission from the author, I'd like to print it here.  The more points you get, the more "butch" you are.  I got a lot of points for having pierced nipples and for wearing my watch with the dial on the inside of my wrist, but I lost points for painting my fingernails and having dyed my hair at  some point in my life.  I don't own a power drill but I do cruise the hardware stores.  I don't own a motorcycle but I do prefer stick shift.  See the pattern? 
    It occurred to me while looking at the tv and seeing the horrendous traffic on the Outer Loop that what might ease the problem would be to have business parks scattered throughout the suburbs, but instead of having businesses in them, just having business offices in them.  What I mean is, if I am a commuter, what if there was a handy building nearby where my company leases me an office or cubicle or whatever, with a phone line and a computer, and I could do my job from there via videoconferencing and word processing and fax and whatever.  Like telecommuting but you actually go to an office, just not necessarily where everyone else in your company works.  There would be a cafeteria and mail going out several times a day, and other such amenities as people get in the workplace, it's just that it's a decentralized workplace that's a helluva lot easier to get to than the heart of the city.  And it beats telecommuting from home in that you can entertain appointments from there, lease whatever equipment you need, keep business and home expenses separate, and also keep the distraction level down. 
    After reading what I wrote about my grandfather, another list participant said that the story of the dream would make a powerful poem.  That sounds like a challenge.  I just might rise to it.  It's late at night, though; it may have to wait for tomorrow. 
    Dunno if you noticed, but on the front page of my journal, I added "today's notes."  These are the notes of things that occurred to me today to put in my journal, lest I forget, so they foreshadow the contents of the latest entry.  Thought it might be fun to share my notes, and they can help do what the "news flash" does - alert readers that the journal has been updated. 
    Psst - I am absolutely giggly that Dave Siegel liked the quote I found about the 1996 Coca-Cola Annual Report enough to paste it onto the front of his journal.  This flatters me tremendously.