Day: March 30, 2003

I received a notice that my current primary care physician (PCP… what a lovely acronym given the context) is moving to a new city, and therefore I’ll have to choose another doctor within my HMO. I’ve only seen my doctor three times in four years, so I don’t have a deep attachment here, but I realize I don’t have a good idea about how to find a new doctor. Why can I get dozens of reviews for a new digital camera but I cannot get any ratings (that I know of) for the services of a good doctor? Which decision is more important? For which do I have more information? Certainly not a new observation, but I feel like there is lot more to say over time. If this a problem that is worth solving as a business? Anyway, for now, any good doctors in San Francisco looking for healthy (knock on wood) patients? Yes, I’ll ask friends for recommendations… but few good doctors have spots available, especially if you are on an HMO plan.

What you read says a lot about you, so I’ve decided to emulate the ‘currently reading’ idea I’ve seen on several other sites. Of course, I’m not yet willing to set it up nicely, so I’ll just start by noting what I’m reading as normal posts, rather than anything more dramatic.

I’m (re)reading The Lost World by Michael Crichton. I needed some mental candy, and a movie screenplay in the form of a book was just the ticket. I couldn’t remember whether I’d read it or not when I was at the library, but I figured it wouldn’t take long either way. Crichton usually puts together a reasonably good story, and only sometimes does the writing get in the way of racing through to the (obvious) conclusion. Most noticeable glitch for me is all the “explanation by dialogue” he includes, but I keep reading.

A co-worker told me Friday afternoon that a weatherman had promised ‘the best weekend of the year.’ A different co-worker (a surfer) took a look at his favorite weather maps and seemed to agree. After enjoying the sun, blue sky, and very light winds of the last two days, I think the forecast was spot on. Wow. We may have nine months to go in the year, but hard to imagine that a San Francisco summer will offer such promise again. I wasn’t outside the whole time, but enough to think it was hot. At 75 degrees, I’m clearly Northern California soft now.

After burning his hand last week in Arizona, the boy continues to demonstrate the importance of infant healing powers. With the bonk above his eye, the scrape on his elbow, the pinched skin on his stomach, and assorted scratches, he’s altogether too much the little boy right now.