This really is a freaking small town.
First case in point: Everyone in the BDSM community knows each other. I'm serious here. Many of them are part of the same six or seven groups, all of them know the same in-jokes, all of them know the same semi-celebrities. Now, i guess that's why they call it a community, but, still from the outside, it looks like a scarily united front. (Yes, i know the reality is different. i've been a part of enough queer groups to know that the commities are fractured in ways that aren't always immediately apparent.)
Second case in point: I was reading Zannah's .dotjournal. and noted she'd been named Wired's Geek of the Week, so i hopped over to see what they had to say about her. while I was there, i updated my member page, and, just out of curiosity, did a search for "Seattle" in the location line.
And guess who comes up...that's right, ladies and gents, out of the 86 people listed, I knew about 20 of them, either by Web or email list (a bunch of them were Webgrrls). This is a huge porportion for me--I'm a horrid recluse. i don't know anyone. But I know about a quarter of the random people from Seattle who have signed up for Wired accounds. Weird.
Your assignment for today: read the list of Sassy spinelines. I remember about half of these--I was a faithful Sassy reader from about the end of 1988 till 1994, when the whole thing collapsed. Note I was in college for two years while still reading Sassy. I'm not sure if that means I was a younger-than-my-years dork or if Sassy really was that cool. I vote for the latter, personally.
My favorite email subject lines from the past week:
- bad files NO BISCUIT! (me to Sharon about some nasty corrupted files)
- not fully baked yet, certainly (Sharon to me about some lovely typoes she's been finding)
I made crockpot beef stew yesterday. it was wonderful to come home to a house that smelled wonderful and a hot meal, all there and ready. I'm going to have to do this more often.
I also bought a lovely bottle of red wine. Snoqualamie Cabernet Merlot (it's a blend) 1995. Well, well worth the $10, beleive me. i plan to drink at least some of it tonight, perhaps out in the backyard while watching the sun go down.
Ah, spring.
Something I just realized today--Tesserae looks like my ex-girlfriend Kat. I'm not sure what this means or if it means anything. (I don't even know if either of the lovely ladies read this. kat's not been answering email from me, which might mean she's mad at me for not writing her for months, or might mean that she's gotten a real life and this isn't checking her email regularly.)
I feel weird about saying people are beautiful who I haven't actually met. There is so much motion reveals about us--even the most unlovely woman can become striking when she's moving. There isn't a lot you can tell from pictures. I mean, I look so different from most of the pictures ever taken of me, and my outsides look so different from what i think i look like...and my features shift and change from moment to moment.
But, you know, i think that beauty for me is a meld between what people are like on the inside and what they're like on the outside. I know some people who i feel are completely ugly because their outsides are nasty and their insides aren't much better. But I also know some people who aren't conventionally beautiful...but when you see them they just glow, with a light that comes from somewhere deep inside of them.
Maybe I'll sit down and write long emails tonight. i owe several to Rich, and there are people whose web pages I've been reading that I'd like to talk to, and I've got to write a letter to Misha.
Melli goes for her boards in ten days. I'm crossing my little fingers for her, hard. i should call her on the pretense of reminding her to study.
Oh, and the roommate situation is still up in the air. Amy (potential roommate) is looking for a cheap one-bedroom. I'm not stressing yet--one way or another, i know it will work out--but it would be nice to know if i can go ahead and get a dog. A dog would make me feel so much better. but four cats and two dogs, even in such a big place as Madstop, is too many animals.
So I'll wait. Maybe Amy will find a one-bedroom, maybe she won't. I have a plan for either eventuality.