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Yesterday, I got an email from a former co-worker, who had transfered to another group a few years ago. We had been keeping in touch, but it had been some time since our last exchange. He's doing well, still living in San Francisco, still married to the same man since Mayor Newsom allowed same-sex marriage. I said I was glad to hear they were still together, and asked if they were still working on the Gay Apocalypse that then-governor Schwrzenegger had warned us against.
Last night my wife and I watched Trevor Nunn's 1996 adaptation of Shakespeare's "Twelfth Night", in which a young man is sent on a mission by his master to convince another woman that she should marry him. Of course the woman falls in love with the young man. Who really is a young woman. Who's fallen in love with her master. Yes, it's a comedy, but it left me sad. Aguecheek is a twit, and Malvolio is a jerk, but I still didn't care for what was done to either of them.
Last night my wife and I watched Trevor Nunn's 1996 adaptation of Shakespeare's "Twelfth Night", in which a young man is sent on a mission by his master to convince another woman that she should marry him. Of course the woman falls in love with the young man. Who really is a young woman. Who's fallen in love with her master. Yes, it's a comedy, but it left me sad. Aguecheek is a twit, and Malvolio is a jerk, but I still didn't care for what was done to either of them.
