Saturday, December 14, 2002
Still raining today. The storm pulled a huge branch off of the giant (pine?) tree in our back yard. Fortunately, it didn't hit a fence or anything else of value—it just seemed to drop right down filling up half of the yard. I woke early, ate oatmeal, went back to sleep, slept until one while the storm raged. Patrick went to Jumpin Java to work. I picked him up in the car at 2:15 PM and we drove to an event at the SF Library for an event in which our friend Felice Picano gave a tour of the exhibits from Gay Presses of New York—a historical perspective of his role in the early days of gay publishing. The talk is great. Felice's presence is always so warm and fulfilling, and we both enjoy all he has to share. Only about a dozen men showed up—not surprising considering the vicious storm outside. Aside from his featured discussion, he also talked about straight-boy, pants-below-the-ass fashion: "How long can they continue to dress that ugly?" We chatted with him a few minutes after before finding food—Patrick had neglected to eat while at JJ. We were about to eat at the cafe in the library's basement but I had forgotten my money clip and Patrick only had four dollars and they only took cash. Instead, we headed a few blocks away to Chevy's. Patrick had chicken fajitas, I had a chicken quesadilla. Our waitress was mostly neglectful and barely earned the US$0.70 tip we generously gave her. Driving home, we were afraid the power would be out. Many blocks near ours were without power. We got home to find the power had gone out, probably briefly, based on the blinking clocks which weren't off by many minutes. We listened to Groove Salad on Shoutcast and worked. Patrick studied for his final exam in Mandarin and did some writing. I coded and edited the drama piece that shall appear in the forthcoming issue of Lodestar: Half-Light Dances by Brian Thorstenson. It's 89 printed pages and it took about 6 hours for me to both code and edit—about 4 minutes per page—not bad. I still have to break it up into pages, but that's no more than another hour's worth of work which I'll do tomorrow. Patrick went to bed around 10:30 PM. It's close to midnight now, and I shall join him soon. Tomorrow we may do a bit of shopping and then Felice's gathering at A Different Light and then a haircut for me at Nice Cuts. A nice weekend so far, notwithstanding the excitement with the rainstorm.