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So I don't know. (Which could be my motto, but I digress.) This past weekend was really sweet, but I'm not sure why. I wasn't incredibly productive, although I did get a few things done such as voting in the FAAn Awards. (Have you voted yet?) I bought that beautiful Serviss book and had a nice chat with Bob Brown, the bookseller, while doing so. His own copy of the same edition is in the Science Fiction Museum here in Seattle. I got a batch of cartoons from D. West for Chunga, with an amusing, badgering letter. I got a call from John Hertz with some interesting news that should be announced shortly. I watched Bad Girl (1931) by Frank Borzage on the new DVD player for the TV. (That particular DVD wouldn't play on my computer, so it has been waiting patiently months for the new machine.) Denys and I saw Avatar in 3D at the Pacific Science Center IMAX, which was utterly spectacular. That movie has so many danged holes in it when you think about it, but it sure carries me away while it's playing. The scenes of dragon flight are pure ecstatic cinema.
Yesterday I heard from my old college girlfriend, Molly, via Facebook. As we exchanged messages and got caught up on our lives, it dawned on me how long it had been since we were last in contact. It was when she told me that she was tenured that it really struck home. I figured it out, and the last time I saw her was at Robert G's 40th birthday party, which, since I'm turning 50 this year, must have been around ten years ago. How could a decade slip by like that? And then I start to think about all that has happened to me this past decade. Molly even knew about some of it from googling my name now and again, which was kind of astonishing too.
I did some chores, of course. Housework. I puttered around in my room. Ate lunch at the Pacific Inn on Saturday. Just normal life as she is lived in these parts. There was a richness to it that I can't explain. Connections spreading out in every direction, yet almost all of them virtual, through the internet, through books, through movies, through the phone, through letters. Yes, I felt fully connected this weekend, maybe that's it.
Yesterday I heard from my old college girlfriend, Molly, via Facebook. As we exchanged messages and got caught up on our lives, it dawned on me how long it had been since we were last in contact. It was when she told me that she was tenured that it really struck home. I figured it out, and the last time I saw her was at Robert G's 40th birthday party, which, since I'm turning 50 this year, must have been around ten years ago. How could a decade slip by like that? And then I start to think about all that has happened to me this past decade. Molly even knew about some of it from googling my name now and again, which was kind of astonishing too.
I did some chores, of course. Housework. I puttered around in my room. Ate lunch at the Pacific Inn on Saturday. Just normal life as she is lived in these parts. There was a richness to it that I can't explain. Connections spreading out in every direction, yet almost all of them virtual, through the internet, through books, through movies, through the phone, through letters. Yes, I felt fully connected this weekend, maybe that's it.
