If the wedding celebration of Dorothy Abrona McCrae and Sid Seibelman was somewhat different from a cocktail party at a huge mansion erected in a small yard in Palo Alto, where once stood a suitable Victorian frame house, or at other habitats of the Lords of Silicon Valley, yet there was about this party something similar -- the undercurrent of a taken for granted place in that moment of history, of the "importance" of the participants. Every guest arriving with some ceremony. The whispered chorus of "There is ______". It is usually a he in the valley, but here it was as likely to be a she.