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"...I would never have thought of askingHow you'd got that peculiar name..."
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QueryLily"...I would never have thought of askingHow you'd got that peculiar name..."
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16 December 2001
Welllll...this past holiday weekend I didn't over indulge in food consumption or in socialising. I did see a bunch of movies, mostly on video.
PH and JS were off with their mum, so Thursday S and I packed ourselves up and went to the Castro to see the beautiful print of "2001" that's showing. Yummy. We also got an opportunity to catch up on a few videos, most notably, "Abre Los Ojos" ("Open Your Eyes") which I had very much wanted to see before the American remake debuts.
Sunday, I took P and J over to the City where we saw the Harry Potter film. It was J's second time. P's comment about the film was "very interesting". He stayed glued to his seat the whole time. For myself, it was an enjoyable little blockbuster, although the experience of seeing it was very much like attending a party where you know no-one, not even the hosts.
Also, this weekend, I learned a mucho importante lesson about wireless networking. Just because the store says they "put" the AIRPORT card in your co-worker's brand new IMAC doesn't mean that they connected the card to the internal antenna. Er, a valuable lesson.
27 November 2001
27 November 2001
10 November 2001
Like George I noticed the number of white folk with Afro wigs walking around the Castro Halloween night. Like what's up with that? Jealousy? Envy?A search for some retro hippie look? It would be interesting to know what's going on. Or maybe it wouldn't be.
I also heard comments that made me reflect on just how fragile a safe space for community can be. I guess I was just unlucky enough to be swishing about right behind a contingent of high school age guys, one of whom offered this comment to his friends: "I'll fag-bash right now, I don't care". Another twenty-something dude shared with his friend that he'd arrived in the Castro before 6 o'clock and was happy that he'd found a bar with a tv that was playing the World Series and not some "homosexual" show.
None of those exchanges would likely come as a surprise to folks who live in the Castro. But being a simple tourist on my Halloween pilgrimage, those overheard conversations made my mascara streak.
Okay, it's Saturday. The grand-daughter's upstairs watching "Monsters, Inc." for the second time today. I'm taking a break from work and thinking seriously about buying a new pair of unsensible shoes from Shoe Pavilion.
3 November 2001
The immaterial girl did manage to make it over to the Castro on Halloween, but pooped out way too early.
First, I had to makeup, dressup, then get up and over to see T. I think I looked fairly fabulous, for someone my age, though a little more cleavage would have helped. The Kaiser shuttle was a blessing, getting me from BART to T's office, then back to BART. T and I had a productive session. It's amazing what one learns just from getting the communications straight with your therapist. Of course, at the end, I had to fish for a compliment - and got one. It's that old self-esteem-deficit disorder at work.
After my session with T, I rode the BART over to Embarcadero station and caught an L out to the Castro. All the action was on the sidewalks at that time. I saw some familiar faces, hooked a calendar for the Castro Theatre, admired the beautiful boys and girls and left before the streets were closed off.
I had packed my six inch heels but decided to keep to my sensible shoes. Walking down to Church Street Station, I ran into George and Bill. Rather, I heard Bill's voice behind me, calling me that other name, and turning around I found the two of them standing on the corner of 18th and Market, on their way to a party. Hugs all round, then home again, home again.
More later.
2 November 2001
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