Type A morning but delightfully tourist to others' everything as points points. And J unexpectedly on my block for lunch and to Thai place B where we decide so many things are lining up Buckminsterly. He has some mail that he's brought all this way because it looks unexpected, a happy package of surprise book from James- thanks James!- and something forwarded from former employer as a love letter from one of my ladies which is really hate mail and not meant for me but someone else on the staff with a similar name. "The stirfry stinks! And you misspelled Goulash!" Universe, thanks for reiterating.

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a very good ides of march getting (J) palpably closer to done/doctorism, a final concert to be put on next month will be anything but "a 40-minute stretched out moth fart."

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here heres (or is that hear hears?) to stephanie's consideration of avatar manipulation amidst an awp roundup that, like many other roundups, sounds like it was more dazzling- all out woodstock- than the chicago year when there wasn't nearly as much of a nexus of unassociated activity. was it that the unassociateds were less eager to vacation to a chicago march when true march is upon every other last nether? like tonight: 2-4 more inches of snow coming. goundhog, how you vex me.