Journal entry, 21 June 2000

Litha, 21 June 2000

Happy birthday to me! I turned forty years old yesterday. So far I'm having a good time with it. Celebrities who share my birthday: Chet Atkins is 76. Olympia Dukakis and Martin Landau are both 69. Brian Wilson is 58. Anne Murray is 55. Bob Vila is 54. Lionel Richie is 51. John Goodman is 48. Cyndi Lauper is 47. I'm 40. Nicole Kidman is 33. See a pattern here? (I sure don't.)

I'm still working on The Thesis That Wouldn't Die. The work is essentially done, and a draft of the thesis is now in my advisor's hands. It now looks like the defense date will be mid to late July (so I will miss Starwood, boo), but hopefully I can get it signed off and done before the end of July, which is MIT's deadline for the September degree list.

I shaved my head right after Beltane, so I have the clean head effect once again. It feels good. There has been some good parties (Tom & Stacey's birthday party on 5 May, Cardigan in 13 May with a ride in Bella's big van, the RootFest house cooling at Tom & Steve's, where I brought Jered, and Carla's farewell dinner on 4 June, with a clothing swap and party afterwards). I also took Lyman to visit his family cabin in Readboro VT, on 10 May, because we had to check into the cabin's condition. We found the foundation falling away, and the water supply not operating anymore. I hope he can get all this stuff fixed, the cabin is really nice in general.

The annual Condo Meeting (followed by the Central Square Worlds Fair) was punctuated by a drastic jump in the water bill, which we traced to the tenants' toliet leaking. In the process of addressing this issue, the tenants completely stopped cooperating (this has been building for a long time now), and I fell back to charging the unit owners for the extra water usage and all. I guess this is good practice in being a hardass. I don't like conflict, and I hope they get off the dime and straighten things out soon.

Pilobolus at the Emerson Theatre, 21 May

Pilobolus has been one of my favorite avant-garde dance troupes for years. I've seen them on television before, but never live. They are as unconventional and gymnastic as always. The dancers flow and merge into each other, creating glyphs and structures of flesh. Bodies fly through the air and stick to each other like thrown clay. Sometimes they set forth characters and mime out little dialogs and interactions, and sometimes they just jam, writhing along on their backs or twisting into a tangle of limbs, walking on one foot and one hand. All this is a whole lot more gymnastic than either ballet or modern dance, and the dancers' bodies are very impressive, as muscular and tuned as Olympic athletes. Two of the men are as tall as I am and much beefier, with tremendous shoulders, and they swing and throw the others around with ease. It's both inspiring and humbling, and I promise myself once again that I'm going to get into better shape when my thesis is done.

Whiteface and Passaconaway hike, 26 May

This was another of my spontaneous "weather's nice, let's go" hikes. Drive there via 93 to exit 24, 3 -> 113 -> 113A -> Wonalancet, park at the Ferncroft lot. From my home in Cambridge to trailhead, it's 135 miles, 2.5 hours.

I ascended the Blueberry Ledge trail, where there are fine views of Squam and Winnepesaukee to the south, to the Whiteface summit, which has good views of Chocorua to the east and the lakes to the south. >From there I took the Rollins trail to Passaconaway, overlooking the "Bowl" wilderness area. The summit of Passaconaway is wooded, and there are no views, but there's a spur trail to a ledge that overlooks the west and north valley, with fine views of Tripyramid.

I spent 9 3/4 hours on the trail, which is about as long a hike as I want in one day. I have reconfirmed that my walking staff saves wear and tear on my knees -- although I did end up with a little knee pain, it would have been much worse without the stick. I was using a PVC tube as a staff, so I got to play it as a didjeridu at rest breaks, too. As a side benefit, I get an upper body workout as well. I will use it from now on!

There are loads of white and red trillium, and tiny yellow flowers like micro daffodils. The only animal visitation was a little garter snake, slithering along beside the trail, and some bumblebees, but I did see a moose on the drive back, bathing in a roadside marsh.

The human encounters were less fun. There was a group of talkative ladies with loud voices and strong perfume (!), who I kept running into. Fortunately I could usually hear them from a long way off (they just wouldn't shut up, even on the steepest ascents) and either speed up or slow down to keep distance between us. Still, it was annoying having to adjust my travel to deal with theirs -- this is the last thing I need on a holiday, especially when one was taking a pee and made me keep my distance and wait till she was done. (Of course she didn't bother to tell me when it was okay to proceed.) There was also a rather clueless guy who needed my map to figure out where he was going. I don't mind helping out, but what is this guy doing without a map and not knowing his way? Duuuuude!

My birthday party at Folly Cove, 17 June

Lee gave me a great party for my fortieth birthday, at her home on Folly Cove, in Gloucester. It was lots of fun. Several people came early for snorkeling and scuba diving in the cove, and I pointed out things like the free-swimming barnacle spat, and the tube feet of starfish. Those starfish can really move -- I put one on my palm, and it crawled up my arm and around a few times over the course of about ten minutes, before dropping off.

The day was hot and humid, and we had a nice hangout zone set up under the shady trees, with the Air Chair hanging from a maple limb, and other chairs around, so I held court there while guests arrived in ones and twos. An intense thunderstorm came through around four. Then we had drinks (homebrewer's taste comparison, which was fun) and barbecue grilled fish, fresh from the local market. The air was a bit cooler after the storm, making for a very pleasant evening on the deck.

At twilight we started a driftwood fire on the beach, despite the mosquitos, and did some low key drumming and hanging out into the night. I made sure that the drumming was over and the fire burned low enough to put out by eleven, so this time we didn't have any police show up. We didn't go much later than that. Chris and Cristina stayed overnight but left very early, and Lyman, Sally, and Thatch stayed on and helped clean up the morning after. Thanks everyone! It was a great time.

Back to the thesis grind for me. I hope everyone's having a good summer!
Wil