Earlier today, I had an extremely real-world experience; I attended Carmen McCall’s funeral at St Nicholas (Holy Moly). And sang. And cried. And hugged. And laughed. It was… pretty amazing. Carmen was a feisty older lady who in the last couple of years had major, major health problems. She had lived in Indiana and was very involved in volunteer work – especially in the area of AIDS and also at senior citizen homes. Her son is gay, and she always found the time to care for his friends and hug them, especially when they were lonely or hurting. She loved…
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Here I am, playing some sort of gamelan (described as an “elven samong” or some such) in a little pavilion in an area called.. “Qoheloth.” It’s a pretty place where people have set up pavilions with information about world religions, and there’s an entire mosque with a Stargate on top – that works, because I saw someone come through it. But unless you’re flying when you come through, you fall from the roof to the ground in front of the door, which is an ungraceful way to arrive for Friday prayers. In the same area are smaller pavilions for Jainism,…