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I attended a San Diego Chargers Football game over the weekend and could not help but notice how gay I thought everything was. By gay, I do in fact mean homosexual.

In my world, buffed-up men with no shirts, sporting goatees, walking in pairs, means that I am in Hillcrest or West LA. To me, it means these men were just participating in and/or about to be participating in some sort of man-man action.

So OK, they probably weren't all gay. (But we all know at least two or three of them have something in their past they DON'T talk about.) Trust me on this one, the gay community is not deliberately mimicking the straight world to this extent. I can't image the str8s are looking to be more fashionable. So did these mirror vanities arise on their own in their respective worlds?

And as much as straight men don't want to look gay, gay men would be much more upset thinking they looked legitimately straight.
--Dylan
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2003.09.23
So I had a lucid dream last night, where I became aware I was dreaming. The story was sometihng random about being in this old schoolgrounds and auditorium. I was amazed at the level of detail in the dream, how I could see the little grey threads on the back of some guy's jacket. (Actually, that level of detail issue is kind of funny, I don't know at what level dreams plug into the brain. It seems as if you wouldn't get that kind of detail at the purely visual level, that the dream must be plugging in at a lower part of image identification, the one that would trigger recognition of a jacket with little grey threads on it.)

The cool thing about when that happens is you can take some measure of control of what happens in the dream, though usually it's not absolutely exactly what you "command". Also, my dream self has a terrible lack of imagination...I mostly fly and make peoples' clothes disappear.

Passage of the Moment
"The thing to remember about love affairs," says Simone, "is that they are all like having raccoons in your chimney. ... We have raccoons sometimes in our chimney ... And once we tried to smoke them out. We lit a fire, knowing they were there, but we hoped that the smoke would cause them to scurry out the top and never come back. Instead, they caught on fire and came crashing down into our living room, all charred and in flames and running madly around until they dropped dead." Simone swallows some wine. "Love affairs are like that," she says. "They all are like that."
Lorrie Moore, from the collection "Birds of America"
...seemed a bit too cynical of a quote to put in yesterday, but I find the imagery too good not to post.

Links of the Moment
Slashdot posted about Phillip Greenspun arguing that Java is the SUV of programming languages. I don't completely agree (especially since a lot of his argument seems to be about JDBC binding variables) but it's a good thinking point with something to it. Anyway, I found some interesting stuff on his site, though most of it is about the web circa 3 or 4 years ago. Using the Internet to Pick up Babes and/or Hunks was amusing (and where I got today's passage) and his bookshelf page had an interesting starting photo, as well as amusing Perl ranting. (More of his nude photography here, I guess photo.net is his site.) Things I Learned the Hard Way made some points as well.