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Rufus Wainwright sings to me of “Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk” and then moves on to “Across the Universe”. Jai guru deva om… Dar Williams sings my anthem “Spring Street”. She attempts to empower me with “I won’t be Your Yoko Ono” and then reminds me of humility in “Calling the Moon.” Christine Lavin gets me…

Tomorrow, 8:00 a.m. sharp I meet my friend from vet school and together we drive up to Boston. I was looking forward to this veterinary convention, but in light of the last several days I’m no longer enthusiastic about it. I feel like I’m leaving too many unresolved issues behind me. Tonight I need to…

I met up with Dr. Twenty Cats yesterday. As always, we had quite a bit of catching up to do over lunch. After we ate, we spent a little time mall-ratting at our usual haunts, including the obligatory trip to Littman Jewelers. I think it’s probably a sign that you visit a store way too…

I’m going through the whole “what the hell am I keeping a diary for” phase again. This question has come up to plague me yearly since I started keeping this thing on line. I’ve come up with good reasons in the past. I’m just not sure they were valid reasons. Good and valid aren’t necessarily…

Sound is mandatory. Not offensive, but don’t play at work (especially if you work in the education field). The related paper is here.

I have survived the Big Move, as have the cats and my favorite Socialist. We are mostly living out of boxes at the moment, except for one of the cats, who has taken it upon herself to unpack her toys and scatter them about the new abode in an effort to lay claim to all…