After seeing Urinetown the play, I left Jack to head over to Cafe du Nord to see what is probably Pansy Division’s last San Francisco concert of the year. They played a really rocking set with some new and some old songs. They got the crowd dancing quite a bit, which was great to enjoy. Jon even said “hi” to me from the stage. I met Lorna and Mark there and they gave me a ride home.
Jack and I went to see a production by the American Conservatory Theatre of the play “Urinetown” which was quite good. The scene of the play is an allegorical town called Urinetown where a private company owns the rights to the public amenities, i.e. the bathrooms, of the town. The law prohibits relieving oneself anywhere except at one of these public amenities, so when the charges for using the facilities become onerous, a revolutionary movement takes hold.
Our tickets for the production benefited an organization called Center for Policy Analysis on Trade and Health (CPATH), which struggles to prevent water system privatization. We joined the CPATH staff for dinner beforehand at a pleasant Indian restaurant with an indoor fountain called Mela Tandoori Kitchen.
I finished reading the fifth Harry Potter book a couple of days ago called “Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix.” It was every bit as compelling as the others. I did notice that the boys and girls are starting to pay romantic attention to one another, yet same-sex attractions do not seem to arise. I wonder if J K Rowling has any intention of providing a representative spectrum of characters in the Harry Potter series. It would be wonderful if she does.
I’m still struggling along with dating people trying to meet someone with whom I truly feel compatible. Over the past few weeks, I’ve met some really interesting people and I’ve enjoyed some interesting dates, but compatibility enough for long-term dating evaded me with the most recent candidates.
I have another date tomorrow evening… we’ll see how that goes.
I’m working hard, which perhaps prevents me sometimes from meeting new prospects, but also no doubt consoles me by providing productive pursuits as an alternative. I decided not to attend any faerie gatherings this summer, primarily to get going on much-needed renovations of my home, and that may also be contributing to a sense of lacking companionship.
I’m also in an ongoing dialog with Cob, building our friendship in hopes that it could blossom. He seems to be considering spending the winter at Wolf Creek, rather than moving in here to 304 Winfield, which would be a sore disappointment for me, since I was so looking forward to his company. The silver lining to the cloud is that we will most likely spend a lot of time together when I go up to visit my family in Seattle over an extended Labor Day weekend, although Cob will be working at the bookstore on Friday – Sunday evenings, which is quite understandable since he is in dire need of funds.
Jack rented “Nicholas Nickleby,” a film based on the Dickens novel of the same name, the other evening and we were both moved to tears by the film. While owing its provenance to Dickens, Shakespeare’s influence was pervasive as well. The actors, who were sometimes recognizable but not well-known to me, did an excellent job, bringing the characters to life in a truly engrossing way.