Off to work. Quite warm out today... summery almost. Stopped at the post office and mailed a package to my untrustworthy plumber, with delivery confirmation, and postage paid return envelope. Headed to Davis Square, and more flyering. Saw a woman light up a cigarette right next to an older woman breathing out of an oxygen tank. The old woman said "what are you crazy, this is oxygen!" The smoker scurried away. Stopped at a guitar store and the guy let me post a flyer in the window, while he continued to vent on the phone about his girlfriend. Posted a couple at a yoga studio... I think we should hit more yoga studios. Still not able to post at Cambridge Music.
Can't really see it, but along the edges of the triangle are written the words: Observation, Monitoring, Well
Coffee and a muffin. At work, began my recasting of the existing project, rather than starting from scratch. This went pretty well. It had the right feel to it. I'm able to reuse a lot of existing code. Lasagna at my desk. My mom called. K isn't doing so well. She's on her way to start boxing up the Cape house. Walked out to the pharmacy. Saw a couple of kids beating the crap out of a shopping cart full of junk, to excellent percussive effect. Saw my friend the Asian bowed instrument player. Worked late, leaving around 8:20.
Headed to an evening of belly dance at the Radisson. MB was there with her friend Db from Argana. We ordered appetizers and waited for things to get going. Another friend of MB's Gwn came over and chatted, then went back to sit by herself. I pointed out that we perhaps should invite her over, so MB did. And then finally the dance performances began. First a tango. Some hot bat on bat action. A really wonderful Greek folk-dance performer (balancing a tray of candles on her head... very good command of rhythm), A floor writher (with new nose), a crazy woman doing hyper-samba with full feather regalia, and so on. I left around 10:30, as MB was going to stay until 1, and I wanted to get some things done at home.
Back home, a little relaxing. Just as I was about to pick up the guitar, MB returned as well. She'd decided to leave earlier than planned, since she didn't feel like dancing herself. Guitar, feeling a little rusty.
I shared with the GCNE, an insight I had into the piece Third Relation. When looking up the original diary entry that this observation made, it turned out it was exactly three years ago. Quite an odd coincidence... about an odd coincidence. This time of year must be some sort of bio-rhythmic node for me. MB asked me to come to bed. I made an effort to wrap things up, but I wasn't quick enough.
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