Giving plasma really rocks. I did it on Tuesday and today, Thursday. It turns out to really take a chunk of one's day--about two hours total. But I like needles. I made $30 today, $25 of which went towards an Arizona driver's license. I may get little scars on my arms though, but nothing like a junkie. They use different spots; the phlebotomists use the same one.

Anyway, it is good to see the diversity of Tucson. I like the folks there. I am now one of those people for whom three hours a weeks is worth $45. Today on the needle, I listened to Interpol and read some sweet queer theory--Lee Edelman. Anyway, I feel comfortable there, because I like being a part of certain crowds. I prefer the crowds at hog plants and plasma centers, urgency care units and also innocent bystanders to the mass-mentality based crowds at concerts, art shows, college campuses, political rallies and the like. The reason, if I may posit one, is because if I'm not leading a mentality-based group, I just want to be one of the beautiful dehumans. Giving plasma is an act of pure physicality. A thoughtless job type of zen. And how.