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It was an active weekend. Kissed a zombie. Dancing and drinking as usual, more musical variety than normal, and a little aromatherapy thrown in. The Real Davis refers to the Real Kramer, not the Real Slim Shady. I heard praises sung to Smiley Lewis.

I didn't get fooled much, a tiny cherry blossom trick.

I missed the Cesar Chavez Day gathering at St. Francis. I'm tempted to let a friend convince me that supporting musicians is a worthwhile contribution to society.

Green is my favorite color but not because of St. Patrick

Last night I got dolled up for a party. I beat everyone at Twister, although I suspect Sam the birthday boy was going easy on me.

I'm listening to a song from 1938 that I first hear around 2002 on my favorite radio show American Routes. Joseph Campbell said something about how when you are following your bliss things feel right.

Alternating sun and frozen precipitation today.

Pi Day

I've been eating too much lately.

Thinking about how having someone say I'm cute can make my day. This article confirms a hunch I've always had. I'd like to be able to take better advantage of my intuitive powers.

I've got ideas, but don't transform them into action very often.

Raunchy Rockin' Purim Party after an excellent set by Bingo and his Band. It was my first trip to the Bossanova Ballroom dancing to the oldies and laughing at the Spiel. I was an Ester made from alcohol plus acid sharpied on a t-shirt. The hamantaschen was delish. Then there was late night biking.

Today is International Woman's Day. I woke to this to the radio.

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Leap Day was a holiday for me. Moist. Water of all sorts from steamy hot to frozen. I loved the yellow umbrellas, Realize, Real Eyes, Real Lies?

Three holidays in a row

I spent President's Day hiking to a triple waterfall, seeing magic in the woods.

I walked around with a beverage had some gumboesque soup for Mardi Gras and woke up to this song on Ash Wednesday.



I feel lucky to not have many troubles to begin with.

VD 2012

Valentines Day was lovely.