'Bred Crumbs

02:29 PM Salon explores the absence of gay people in the Star Trek universe, about which I have previously bitched. Thanks for the tip-off to Jane, whose new site I'm diggin'.

(It'd be nice to throw someone gay into the Farscape mix, too, but with that show being on a roll of excellent writing plus giving me two Crichtons, I'm really not inclined to complain.)

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02:02 PM It occurs to me that some readers not familiar with the dramatis personae of my life might be left with the impression from yesterday's scribblings that David is the "someone" with whom a romantic tie was vaguely alluded to. This is not the case. I lived with David for more than four years, during which he had ample opportunity to avail himself of me, but he insists on being heterosexual. There are some in San Francisco who do, you know.

Also, for the record, the someone in question is not a baseball player for a major-league team on the East Coast.

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Today I inadvertently coined a word:

hoobub n. A lot of fuss or activity, esp. of an intentional or organized nature: after all the Pride hoobub. [< hoo-ha + hubbub]

Please use it in a sentence near you.

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11:23 PM David turns up in both of the next two bits. Otherwise, they wouldn't have anything to do with each other. Or would they?

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I was playing my own private game of Sliding Doors* tonight, marveling at a chain of events that has led to places I could not have imagined. Sure, there are the big-deal changes, like moving across the country to San Francisco, that you know are gonna affect things. But the pivot I see that blows me tiny mind is: signing up for an improv class two-plus years ago. The impact has been staggering. There's Dojo, of course, but much more, up to and including the miracle of the past Pride weekend: the fact that suddenly, unexpectedly, I am capital-S Seeing someone. And some would invoke destiny -- even if I hadn't taken the chance on the class, my paths might have crossed with some important people some other way. Somehow, though, I don't think so. It would be scary if it weren't so amazing.

David reminded me of a interesting bit from the DVD commentary on Run Lola Run -- Franka Potente talks about how she wound up starring in the movie by meeting someone at a bar, but she hadn't been real fired up to go to the bar that night. Indeed, she recalls, if it had rained, she probably wouldn't have gone. Which is a perfect turn of events for that movie.

And finally, ponder this: what if Gwyneth Paltrow had played Lola instead?

Yeah, now I'm just being ridiculous.

Or am I?

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And now a little chuckle for indie-rock fans: at the start of Secadora's fine show at Cafe du Nord, we pondered the apparently consistent failure of on-stage audio monitors to meet the needs of the bands using them, and David said, "I wish I had monitors in my daily life. 'I need a little more me in my monitor.'"

* Which I haven't seen. But I have read a literate, lesbian take on the notion: Carol Anshaw's "Aquamarine."

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07:49 PM (Note as you read this entry how quickly it was posted)


Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! DSL! I just downloaded "Toujours Ta Fille" in seconds. And that's just the beginning, baby.

And, my new couch arrived today. And my receiver, apparently wounded in the move, got repaired. And ... other things happened this weekend. This long, exhausting, ultimately rewarding Pride weekend.

You know that recurring gripe of mine about 2001 sucking? I may not get to say it anymore.

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MTV is pushing a sweepstakes featuring Jon Bon Jovi. What the hell year is this again?

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