I was out mowing my yard when my friend Lindsay blew up my phone trying to get my attention- did I want to see if I could go to Provincetown and see Zachary at a fund-raising gathering for the local theater group?
I contemplated the price of the KRK-8 near-field monitors, Audio-Technica M50x cans and the workstation desk I was about to get (digital music creation and mixing is my new hobby), and put them on hold. After all, a chance to see the fellow my dad dubbed ‘Ol’ What’s His Ears’ in such a venue didn’t come along often, and I could get the gear any time. (Plus, it might be on sale- I’m anything if thrifty!) Mingling a bit with Zach in the same room? Sure! Sign me up!
I’d just bought the plane tickets when a massive tornado came along and wiped out most of Mayflower and Vilonia. I don’t live there, but I have colleagues that did, and dealing with the aftermath consumed most of my time for the next couple of weeks. So, I didn’t get in on the ZQC plotting of the cards and cake. And when I did finally come up for air, it was nearly time to go, and I hadn’t had my usual pre-travel panic attack yet. I wadded up my courage, and dealt with it. I think the whole crazy thing with the tornado probably depleted my usual Panic Checklist- and wore it out.
I got to MA, met my friend Lindsay, and learned about the alternate universe in Peabody that plotted to make us loop endlessly around on 1 until we chanted the right combination of cuss words, invoked the u-turn god, and bribed the ‘nobody up our butt when we had to make a lane-change goddess’ and finally found our hotel. The next day, I invoked my own mental ‘do not make me barf on the damn ferry’ loop to get across to P-Town.
Provincetown is Santa Cruz East, y’all. The only thing missing was a boardwalk with a big roller coaster and ‘Keep P-Town Weird’ bumper stickers.
But, Zach… He announced his presence by posting some great Instagram photos of where he was staying. Elvis was in the building!
Suddenly, all the panicky nervousness I’d kept tamped down pounced all over me and very nearly caused me to bail on the evening. My friend saw me lying quietly on the bed, nearly dozing. She didn’t see the horrible disaster movie that was playing out in my head, all the things that could go wrong. I used a bit of Vulcan logic and a few cognitive techniques to address each one, Whack-A-Mole style, and reminded myself that my day job involves dealing with a lot of very powerful and influential people, and fixing their computers. I often leave them laughing, and nearly always leave them smiling and satisfied- even the prickly ones who can get really awful. And hey! This was Zachary Quinto, a man known for being gracious with fans. This was going to be fun, right? Right?!? Besides, I figured that the one thing that utterly terrified me would not happen anyway- that one thing being Eating In Front of Somebody Famous (State governors and politicians don’t count.). I knew I’d be at the same table with him, but probably might get a distant view of him where I could maybe sneak a few photos.
I even inspected the table to see who my companions would be- and ZQ was on the other side, according to the place cards. I was safe. He swanned in and greeted everyone at the cocktail party beforehand, and I made sure to drink only one glass of wine. I had some great conversations with some of the event people, Josh Andrus (the event phototographer), and even Zach, and saw him getting his portrait made upstairs in the balcony. I even visited a bit with his boyfriend, Miles, who was sweet and shy, and very flattered that I’d liked his photography and art. I purchased a nice Tennessee Williams messenger bag, too- continuing my quest to become a Bag Lady on my own terms.
The time came to start the main event, and I found my seat. I was inspecting the salad, noticing the lovely roasted asparagus, when Zach rolled up and asked me if I minded if he sat next to me.
You know that record-rip sound? That was playing in my head. Suddenly the whole universe galloped off on some crazy stampede, leaving me craning up at that handsome mug. A massive bass-drop later, I said, ‘Yes, please!’ He smiled and climbed in next to me, and a whole new universe forked off.
That universe was the one where I did NOT eat my asparagus with my hands (but Zach did!), faint, fall over, say stupid things, hog the conversation, piss anyone off, go all Aspie and technical, get drunk and accidentally call Zach “Spock”, or start a bun-fight.
Instead, I had a very pleasant chat with him, and got to rub elbows (and biceps!) with him, and bask in the wonderfulness that he radiates. He asked about the tornado (which surprised me), congratulated Arkansas for sort of legalizing same-sex marriage, talked shop with some of the other people nearby, and took a bunch of great pictures with my phone, once he figured out that you didn’t have to swipe it to get it to work. He and Miles bid on and won a cancelled check from Tennessee Williams’ papers, watched some presentations about local events, and gave an interview on stage about The Glass Menagerie. He was given a red velvet cake and a pile of cards from the ZQC that Lindsay had arranged to get, and was awed and genuinely pleased at the number. He demolished a large slice of cake, gave me one of his bon-bons (I can’t eat cake), and grinned at my father’s nickname for him. And I welcomed him to ‘thirty-several’- that indeterminate age where you can be what you want. Oh, and I ate my food. I was actually hungry, and the food was excellent. It helped that both Zach and I are lefties, so there wasn’t too much trouble. We were smooshed in pretty tight, and took turns leaning on each other. Zach alternated leaning on me on one side, and Miles on the other. I think he was enjoying being smooshed. And yes, he is as gorgeous in person as he is digitally. Moreso, actually.
The best part? Zach’s photogenic qualities are apparently contagious. I generally hate pictures of me, and rarely post them or permit others to do so. But sitting next to him obviously did fork off a new universe, one where Sunfell Actually Looks Pretty Good In Pictures For Once. I don’t know when that will war off, but my souvenirs from the evening are warm and wonderful.
I hope to see him again sometime- maybe on stage, or at another event. But this was one of those wonderful moments that will remain etched in my mind and heart, some time spent with a genuinely brilliant, kind and generous soul. Wherever his path takes him, I hope he does well, and finds happiness and peace. And I hope that five-leaf clover that I picked from my Mutant Clover Patch brings him lots of luck and laughter.
Thanks, Zach. You made my day.
In the light of all the crazy stuff going on in Russia, I’ve decided to move the contents of my Live Journal (Sunfell’s Earth Walk) to one of my Word Press blogs, “Maid of Words”. That blog is currently private, and will remain so. I do plan to go through it and post relevant things to this, my public blog.
Before Word Press became the predominant blogging platform for serious bloggers, Live Journal ruled that roost. It had a great run, then Six Apart went and sold it to a Russian company, who promptly did a series of rude and destructive things which forced the majority of Western users to flee the platform. (google Live Journal blackout) to get more details. I kept my own blog there, but stopped keeping it a paid account. Around about that time, Facebook opened their gates to the masses, and put a stake in the heart of blogging as most people know it. Reluctantly, I joined it, because most of my Live Journal friends fled there.
I’ll be up front and say that I hold my nose every time I go to Facebook. It’s another, fancier version of AOL, if you ask me. It’s the internet with training wheels, and worse, nasty little nosy trackers that are all in your business whether you want them to be or not. Worse, the idea of ‘frictionless sharing’ was the rule of the day, and being a generally private person, rubbed me completely wrong. The controls provided by Live Journal, and now, WordPress are much friendlier and more conducive to folks like me who like to actually write, as opposed to dropping slightly longer than usual ‘tweets’ into the walled garden that is Facebook.
Did I mention that I do not like Facebook? Google Plus tried to bag some of Facebook’s teeming masses, but failed miserably. Twitter is a great beacon, and Tumblr belongs to fannish slash-shippers, role-players, and porn slingers. (I have managed to remove the porn from my Tumblr feed, but it took an effort, and I still get hot-dog shots from time to time, mostly from people shopping actor’s heads onto porn star bodies. They quickly get “X”d.) They’re nice, but not really for writers. Live Journal was.
I will miss Live Journal- it was the community of the last decade, full of interesting people, posts, and interaction. For 8 years, I ran a community there called “Dark Christianity”, which closely examined the extreme right of the sect, with a lively group of people that, at its peak, had around 1500 members, and posted about 30 posts a day. I managed to keep it peaceful, with a carefully vetted team of moderators to keep trolls and troublemakers at bay and keep the dialogue flowing. I closed it last year, and deleted it. It was great training for later moderation gigs, including one with Zachary Quinto’s old official site. They’ve since moved to Facebook, where I still monitor and (rarely) moderate, but like LiveJournal, Facebook has taken the lively heart out of that community, too.
I have an old site, built with Front Page (remember that?) that I plan to move here. This site will undergo some major upgrades, and I will get a paid account here. I will move my domain here, too. In a few weeks, I’ll be taking a course with a local educational extension organization that will teach me how to build and maintain sites using WordPress, and the upgrades will commence.
So, stay tuned. I’ll be posting here more often, and posting links to this blog in my old hangouts. I am not concerned with how many readers I have- I’m not selling anything, and don’t need numbers. But what I do enjoy is interaction- real interaction, dialogue, thoughts. If you’re coming here from Live Journal or Facebook, or my old site, you’ve found the right person. I may try to change the title here to Sunfell’s Earth Walk, but not sure if that that will work.
This place will be a construction zone for a while, but bear with me. It’ll be great.
Originally posted on DANCEFEVER5000:
The lack of ladies behind decks and on dance floors has really been bothering me for a while; not just the dearth of women in the EDM community but music in general and indeed, arts culture as a whole. Females are globally underrepresented in the arts from San Diego to Singapore, and I wanted to figure out why.
People told me it was too large of an issue to tackle or have any effect on; sure, I might be able to organize a local women’s DJ night or help promote various female producers, but this giant problem encompassed all music and all arts, and there would be no solution or answer. It was too big.
I did not want a quick fix, either, like an all-female DJ night where the chicks come out spinning beats in bras; those kinds of nights draw more males than females anyway. And I didn’t…
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This fellow Mage has some insightful thoughts about the role of women and magic.
Originally posted on Josephine McCarthy:
Something that has bothered me for a long time is something that has come up frequently in magical discussion and that is the issue of women and magic, or to be more precise, sexism in the magical community. Rather than launch into the usual ‘all men a bad and all women are victims’, which is not true by any means, there are some things that as an older woman in my fifties I can pass on to young women stepping out into magic.
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…pays less. I’ve supported and believed in this particular credo for a long time now- especially when it comes to technology. No way am I going to pay a premium price for a first generation item that is essentially a late-beta lab-dump. I learned my lesson about that a long time ago.
I’d been reluctant to give up my perfectly good 26″ Panasonic CRT television because of many reasons: it worked, it did what I wanted it to do, I owned the thing, and hey- it worked. I hung onto it when the 36″ ‘flat’ CRTs came out. I hung onto it when the projection TVs came out. I hung onto it when the first pricey, clunky LCDs and plasmas came out. And I even hung onto it during the transition from OTA analog to digital broadcasting. Why not? I had cable, and it worked.
It still works, but it’s now parked in my front bedroom, awaiting its fate. I wrung every nickel and minute out of that TV, just like I did my now-vintage analog stereo receiver, newly revived after being repaired. But it was becoming increasingly evident that it was time to move on.
I always joked that my TV was so old that I watched either “No” or “Ova” because the ends of the picture were cut off by the HD signal. But the middle was still there, in all its slightly hazy lo-res 525 line progressive scan analog glory. I grew up with it, and although I do use hi-res computer monitors, for me, TV was different. It was supposed to be a slightly blurry window into a parallel universe. (more…)