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8 December
My one mystical moment.

Years ago, I was on vacation. I was driving north on the Pacific Coast Highway. My little Honda hatchback was in fine form. I had just shod it with new Pirelli's, and together we were eating up the curvaceous asphalt. After a few days, I'd made it up to Big Sur. As is always prudent on PCH, after a couple of hours on the road I'd found a safe place to stop, rest, and drink in the scenery. It was the kind of landscape that makes people move to California. Behind me were golden hills studded with Monterey pines and live oaks. In front of me a cerulean sky dipped to meet the greenish cobalt Pacific. Waves crashed against the boulder strewn shore and there was no sound except for the waves and the wind.
I looked down at the ocean and near the base of the cliff I could barely make out a red tailed hawk beginning a session of cliff soaring. She (the bird was fairly large and therefore probably female) tracked northwards then southwards, back and forth, with each cycle bringing her slightly higher up the cliff, all without a single wing beat. I watched in silent awe. Finally, her northward track brought her level with the roadway and the turnoff where I stood. She banked southwards once more and glided parallel to the cliff, towards me. Displaying a mind boggling mastery of the air, she slowed as she neared me, until, she stopped, hovering in the offshore wind, and stared at me, not more than twenty feet in front of me. I stood rock still and stared back.

How long we considered each other I have no idea. Rationally, reasonably, it could not have been more than a few seconds, but time seemed to stretch, stretch, stretch.

Finally, the spell was broken. She banked down south and shrank to a dot, then nothing. I sat down next to the car and sobbed, overwhelmed by the beauty of it all.

A careful reading of the proceeding passage will tell you a great deal about me. No? Well, try this one for size,

I was born a poor, black child. OK, not exactly poor, more middle class. The child part is true; it was far easier on my mom that way. I'm far closer to a luscious, chocolate brown than ebony. M.A. in Telecommunications which I've only used in fighting with my cable company. I'm a web apps developer. I'm no scientist, but I've consumed a steady diet of science books/media as long as I can recall. The first book I remember reading was Man in Space about Friendship 7. My favorite kids' t.v. show? Mr. Wizard. Lately I've been exploring the promise/problems of transhumanism/post-humanism. I've been reading/watching genre fiction a long, long time. My first convention was in Feb. 1979; a tiny gathering in Southern California called "Science Fiction Weekend." I wandered into a room where they were screening episodes of Commando Cody. I was transfixed, hooked, captured… doomed. Since then I've attended many a Westercon, Worldcon, NASFic, Galacticon, Gaylaxicon, Balticon, Equicon, Filmcon, Albacon, Fantasmacon, Boskone and Arisia.
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