Friday, November 08, 2002

Currently, reflecting on our Democratic governor's election in the face of a federal government controlled by Republicans, I'm balancing the pros and cons of moving my pacifist, socialist uterus to Canada.



I don't think we've gotten to that point quite yet.



In the meantime, there's bubonic plague in New York and officials are telling us there's really nothing to worry about.



Since, after all, it's not contagious. No, really.

Wednesday, November 06, 2002

OK!! Enough with the weird dreams already!!

Once again, I'm wide awake. Characters from the TV show 24 were at war against the folks from Alias using the mask technology from the ghastly Mission Impossible movies. Everybody was revealed to be somebody else at least twice, the "weapons" were just strange (there was one massive unmasking precipitated by one of the characters throwing salt as if in a sumo match ritual), and while it was all deadly important, I had the feeling that what people did was more important than who finally won.

And I was shopping, again - but for real estate this time. Looking for a nice brownstone. On a Caribbean island.

Did I mention it was all completely silent?

I have no idea why I'm awake - this wasn't particularly scary, just very odd. While I'm up, I might as well meander through a description of the party from Saturday night.

I dressed not quite costumed - low black boots, black jeans, white floppy poet's shirt, red brocade vest, big gold jewelry... I could have almost been Clark's counterpart from Halloween. The party folks were dressed somewhat similarly - definitely not quite streetwear, but obviously not "costumed" either.

And I remembered correctly - the woman who invited me IS named Nora. And she was very appreciative of the bread and cheese I picked up on the spur of the moment instead of the bottle of vino I'd been contemplating. (Good thing, too - there was some amazing wine there!)

The party was pretty low-key until about midnight, when the games began. There was some sort of toasting game that I couldn't quite follow, and somebody had a deck of Tarot cards that were very Burning Man - lots of female and male frontal nudity, lots of tattoos and piercings and mud... so I did the "pick a card" thing and came up with the Six of Swords. In this deck, that's supposed to be "Interpenetrating Worlds" - realities behind other realities, mystical realms poking through the normal state of things and actually affecting what happens in real life. Too weird.

The high point was when the host dragged this big piece of canvas out of a closet and unrolled it in the livingroom. It had a labyrinth painted on it, and everybody who'd pulled a card was supposed to walk it. Somebody put on some sort of tribal music (forgot to ask what it was, I really liked it) and people started walking the painted path. I wasn't going to, but Nora wouldn't let me escape. And when I stepped onto the canvas, suddenly I really didn't want to, but it was like there was this pressure pushing me forward. Once I got started into the labyrinth itself, I was fine and it was fun, and I danced to the center and left my card and danced out again.

Then there was more dancing, more wine, and Nora instigated another round of "pick a card." Of course, I pulled out the same card again. She teased me about really wanting what I was asking for, but she didn't seem entirely happy with the repeat. And I don't remember now anything that I might have been asking for.

Well, I'm kind of tired now - maybe I'll be able to sleep.