One thing, then another

For the LLGM anniversary bash Saturday, I laid out the program (about seven hours of work) and did PR (about 16 hours of work). No sooner had yesterday's anniversary forums, church service and banquet ended -- the Mayor, by the way, didn't show, but sent assemblyman and good egg Mark Leno as a backup -- another thing came along for me to work on. This morning in church the music director announced he was leaving in a month -- to move to Hollywood and take up film scoring, no less. I immediately hopped on this and volunteered to lead the search effort for the next music director, because I have an agenda. I want the choir to do more a cappella early music and chant, and this way I can influence the selection of someone who is inclined to do that. I also want someone less aloof than the guy who's quitting.

Those of you who know me only as a pornographer or former Queer Nation activist are probably shitting right now at the notion that I go to church. But I ask you: in San Francisco, what could be more transgressive? The number of people in this city who do s/m, consume pornography and go to sex clubs far outweighs the number of people who go to church. Besides, my church is pretty politically correct, which by the way was what that whole anniversary bash was about. We're fighting against injustice toward queer people and all that. And where else would I get to sing?

Afterwards, however, I just came home and puttered around. At the end of the afternoon, just as the sun was preparing to set, I took a walk up and around the peak of Bernal Heights. If I still had a working digital camera, I would have taken pictures, since it's beautiful up there, the grass getting long and green. I even saw a couple of poppies in a protected place, and the poppies don't really get going until late February or early March. All in all it was a gorgeous day, and I'm glad I got at least a bit of a walk. Since getting sick in New York a few weeks ago I've gotten very little exercise.

The house is still a mess, so I guess I ought to putter some more. Cris's classes start again tomorrow and she's going to need the space to study.