sploded

Music: Big Electric Cat: Dreams of a Mad King Yesterday the bud I contemplated on Thursday evening bloomed. I also was able to get some writing done over the weekend, which is somewhat of a relief, although the four projects that I must complete before the arrival of my professional organization's meeting, the National Communication Association in Boston, is still daunting. Even so, I am reminded of a song from Kate Bush's fantastic Hounds of Love, "Cloudbusting" (not the Utah Saint's remix, although it's certainly catchy): Love is faith in uncertainty (a yo-yo is now something that comes back, a command to be heard, and a toy).

Last night I visited the Ancient Free and Accepted Masonic Lodge Number 12, the third oldest lodge in Texas (it was charted before Texas was a state in the union). There were a number of masons my age, which surprised me. Friendly folks, good meal. I have a few more lodges to visit before I make my decision to affiliate locally-or to take a hiatus from masonry altogether. I just don't know yet.

I leave for Atlanta on Thursday, and should be back Monday barring major airline catastrophe. I'm off to see my ex-partner get married to the love of her life . . . it is awkward, but we've remained good friends and I'm also thrilled for her. I was going to DJ the reception, but it would have been too complicated (and even more awkward; I suggested if I was going to DJ, I should just officiate as well . . . that wasn't as funny to them as it was to me). Anyhoo, while I'm there, I'll be hooking-up with MasterPiercer Jen for a night or two. I wish I was there longer so I could hook up with other peeps, but, it's only a weekend.

I've come to a realization: I'm a "Hag Fag." I'm proud of it, too.