Journal entry, 21 December 2000

Yule, 21 December 2000 -- Millenium Edition!

Hi everybody. I'm still here, and still sort of digging out from the aftermath of finishing my thesis. The paperwork is done, and most of the emotional aftershocks seem to have settled out, but I still have lots of junk around my office to clean up and organize. I'm also preparing to sell some of my equipment, and do some renovations on the apartment, in preparation for renting or selling if I decide to move. More on that below.

Career options

So what happens now on the career front? I've done one short term contract job (a pronunciation error model, useful for training speech recognizers for the handicapped), and it's taken my bank account out of starvation mode for a bit. (Up till the end of November, I didn't know if I would be able to pay any bills at the beginning of December.) It looks like I have a longer term consulting gig for Lincoln Lab (part of MIT), starting after the New Year and lasting 3-6 months (improvements to a sinusoidal synthesis model for speech and audio coding). That should keep me comfy financially for a while.

Longer term, I'm looking at a couple of job possibilities in Edinburgh, Scotland, where I have lots of relatives, and I've already been there and I know I'd like it. Cambridge, England, and Stockholm are also possibilities. After fifteen years chained to MIT's oars and tied to this locale, I am really digging the idea of living someplace very different, for a while at least.

I'm not thinking much about moving within the States, as I've already seen most of the US and I know Boston is where I'd want to be, Stateside. I've already turned down one lucrative job offer, which I thought I was ready to take, but I just couldn't stomach going right back into slave mode so soon. I may decide to take an offer at that place or somewhere else in the Cambridge area, and stay in the area for the long term. But it's all still up in the air, anything can happen at this point.

The Perpetual Emotion Machine

I had a pretty bad emotional collapse in mid December. After finishing this short-term contract job and rushing it out the door, I fell sick for a couple of days, but instead of healing, fell into a yukky depression that lasted all week. I think a big part of it was that I still dread Christmas Day with my family.

But it turned out, Christmas was really a pretty nice day, gifts in the morning, campfire at midday with my sister and her husband, watching the solar eclipse. Then a fine Christmas dinner, and I hosted a Scotch tasting for the family, which was good fun -- I've learned enough about Scotch to be able to give a good little tour of the different sorts.

So now I feel much much better, what a wonderful feeling to get out of that dark slump! I think I was really internalizing a lot of my childhood abuse, that still causes me so much trouble. It's really time I got over this old shit, whatever it takes. I am collecting recommendations for therapists and psychiatrists (all suggestions welcome!) and I plan to check in with some of them after the turn of the New Year.

Otherwise, there have been good connections with existing intimates (Lee, after letting the stress of the China trip fade) and new ones too. Kerry, whom I had known a few years ago, reconnected with me at PanThea, and we've been exploring a very interesting and intense scene relationship, and I'm starting another with Dave and Amy, a married couple whom I'd met through the Earth Drum community. No one ever said polyamory was simple or easy, but it's always interesting!

A plethora of parties

If the preceding paragraph gives the impression that I've been socializing a lot lately, well, I have! I've been trying to make a point of getting out of hermit mode. The first weekend in December was a high point of happy hanging out...

Friday night I went dancing, with a group organized by Roberta. We went to the Fetish Night at Man Ray, which was loads of fun, I hadn't been out clubbing in years. if you're interested in the details of the Fetish Night thing, click here.

Then Saturday night I took Jen out to dinner and to the massage party at Vicka's house. I had been to the first one of these parties, organized by Colleen Campbell, and enjoyed it very much, but missed the second one, and this was the third. When Colleen saw me arrive from across the room, she yelled "Wil's here! Now we can all get naked!" I wasn't expecting such an enthusiastic welcome! She said that the second party (which I missed) was less fun than the first, because people seemed unwilling to take their clothes off. Apparently she and Vicka decided that it was my example that got people stripping down at the first party. It doesn't take much encouragement to get my clothes off, and anyway, with a welcome like that, how could I say no? So I was happy to oblige as a naturist trend setter, and we had lots of good massage that night, and I got to know Colleen better, and reconnect with several old friends.

I did leave rather early, though, because I didn't want to miss Steve & Tom's Chocathon, which is an extraordinary extravaganza of chocolate confections of every kind I've ever heard of, and lots that I haven't! I think Steve takes a whole week off work, just to prepare all these goodies. I tried my best, but I didn't get to taste half of the offerings, and of course there's also lots of good beer and good friends to hang with. I think I came home at 3 in the morning or so.

I spent most of the next weekend visiting with my sister Cindy in Falmouth, and with Lew and Janna in Hyannis (both on Cape Cod), and had a fine time reconnecting with both of them. I helped install a hot tub for Rodger in Fitchburg, then enjoyed hot tub warming parties there, and Wexelblat's in Burlington, and checked in with old friends at both.

Most recently, I made it to the Solstice party and vigil at Rodger's home in Fitchburg. It's really nice to spend the long Yule night with an open fireplace, and a hot tub under the stars, and lots of good food and good friends to hang with. Sunrise was glorious, with a fingernail-thin waning moon over the reddening horizon. Brutally cold though.

Finally I saw Jon Sherred at Rich Folk's new house, and got to see the new house in the bargain, and I brought us all out to see the Space Station flyover (it's quite bright, and looks distinctly red), and tried the fare at Watch City brewpub, with other friends of that gang. I made it to Walter's bachelor party the next night, my first bachelor party ever. I wasn't sure what to expect, but knowing Walter, it was predictable ... an extended music jam in the studio, with porn DVDs playing on the big screen. Haw! It was fun to jam with those guys again.

Sprout, the rave

Among the many firsts of this year was my first rave! This one was called Sprout, on Saturday night, 16 December, put on by a loose disorganization called The Circle. Nice people, mostly, and it was good fun.

The location was not announced until the day of the event, and all I knew was "within an hour's drive of Boston" so I was thinking of some abandoned warehouse in Lowell. Turns out, it was in the Dante cultural center in East Cambridge, just across the street from CBC (my favorite brewpub), an easy walk from my home! So it turns out I didn't need to prepare for campout conditions after all.

The space was set up with lots of UV lamps and black-light posters, a playroom with fluorescent paints and paper for body painting or do-it-yourself posters, a juice bar, tables full of munchies and drinks (one was all oranges and grapefruit, another was all sprouts of various kinds). There was lots of lightshow tech, including colored strobes, computer controlled lasers, one of those floating oil blob things projecting on the ceiling, and two huge video projectors.

The video setup was amazing. Besides several movies running (kitsch like Barbarella, old cartoons, and computer generated oddities), they had very massive mixing consoles, which allow different images to be overlaid and combined in various ways. There were also two interactive video stations, each with a camera pointed at its monitor, and you can control the feedback by moving the camera around, or wiggling your fingers in front of it, as well as selecting different kinds of processing in the video loop. The effects are incredible, and very varied. The video consoles had access to these images too, and sometimes mixed them into the main projectors.

The stage was mostly taken up with DJ and sound gear. The music was mostly techno trancey (I think people call this "Goa" these days, I've heard this before), and it was LOUD. I put earplugs in before entering the building, and kept them in the whole time. Most other people were wearing earplugs too. I guess they like to feel their lungs resonate. Loud music makes it hard to talk, and earplugs make it almost impossible, so there wasn't much chance to meet new people. I did run into Gene (from Earth Drum Council) and Darryl (from the Purple Palace), though, and it was fun to see familiar faces.

The only real disappointment for me was that the dancing was kind of minimal by my standards -- not many skilled dancers there, and very little interaction on the dance floor, which is such fun when it does happen. On the other hand, I admit to a certain amount of pride in being able to dance long and hard ... blowing away the kids half my age in both skill and endurance.

There were also balconies overlooking the main dance floor, and a room off one balcony was set up as a chill space, with not-as-loud music and calmer videos, and comfy couches. Colleen set up her massage table here, and as far as I could tell, she was giving massages most of the time. Vicka wasn't feeling well, so she was resting here for some of the time.

I had particular fun watching a guy swinging things which are essentially little sandbags with day-glo streamers, swung on a string, one in each hand. The guy was very good, spinning them up and down and all over the place, and the streamers look great under the UV lights. He showed me the basics, and I tried them, managed to get some moves after bonking myself a bunch of times. Several other people played with them too, but that first guy was clearly the best. (I found out later they are called Zuni Poi swings, and I bought a set at the Discovery Store in Harvard Square.) I brought out my juggling clubs and tried them, but they don't glow under black lights, and no one else wanted to try them, apparently.

They closed the doors at 11:00 pm, and I danced until about 1:30 in the morning. I was totally clean and sober, hadn't ingested anything that would keep me up late, so I walked home from there. But I'm sure most folks were there for the whole night, still going strong when I left.

Is that all there is?

So anyway, at the turn of the millenium and the end of one of the most intense, transformational years of my life, I am feeling tired but happy. I set a lot of goals for this year, and I have achieved most of them (like the doctorate), and I am within yelling distance of others (like having my house paid off). Continuing the healing of old emotional wounds, and planning my next career moves, are going to keep me busy for the near future, at least, but I say life is pretty good.

Happy New Millennium, everyone!
Doctor Wil, 12/31/2000