Boston approacheth. I am startin' to get excited. I am going to see my "old" friends Judy and Joe, II. I am going to get to meet some of you all I have conversed with, making my vague online personality association a full fledged, tactile experence. Such a gratifying experence.
I was watching the movie Sunday night, it was unlike any other time I have seen it, and I am kind of at a loss to explain why. Something, a seed change must have occured in my psyche, which is alright. I look forward to being in a room full of people once again, watching it on a fairly big screen. Look forward to the fellowship, the excange of ideas, the broadening of horizons.
One of the paths I would like to pursue with this now is to identify the place Proulx wrote Brokeback Mountain. I think this needs to be honored as a historical place in the future. I have also given some thought to the identity of the man in the bar she say that started her on this path we are now all on. I have mixed feeling about this. On one hand he is very important and on the other, should his identity become known, even to friendly folk, it might turn his world upside down. I imagine the only person who might know who he is is Proulx herself, and there is no gurantee of that. She might have just seen him around and not known what his name was. Then we would have a mystery for the ages.