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Yesterday in the car I was talking about Warren Zevon, and how much respect I had for someone who just didn't lay down and die when the doctors told him he would. He kept working and living right up to the end. His was some of that strange, curious rock music I would find in my parent's collection of records and tapes and listen to in the living room by myself.

Late night last night. Our watching of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon was interrupted by the White House shrub making one of the worst speeches I've heard lately. What happened to all those Reagan era writers? Did they get fired?

Ate lots of toast, played cards and the score is now 15-12 in my favor.

There's an urge to write, but I have no idea what or I would do something with it.

I miss brunching shuttlecocks

I remember doing that very same meme in my PcO days.