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Dear friends and readers, I am really crap at this longer-than-140-characters-update thing lately, as proven by the number of paragraphs originally in this entry with date(d) references. It's a sleepy rainy Sunday afternoon in Camberville; let's try this again.

Update: I type that, and outside, I immediately hear a loud thundercrack, followed by a fizzle, and then the power dies. And then comes back on. And then dies. And now appears to be back on for us, but out for a good portion of a 3/4 mile radius around us? Sleepy rainy Sunday afternoon in Camberville? Hah. And then it died again, so we decided it was a good time to go feed ourselves elsewhere. So now I'm back, after a dee-licious schmancy pizza dinner at Posto and the weekly supermarket run; what I was saying was:

( Vienna Teng and Alex Wong at Passim )

( anything but shopping!!! )

"i count ten tenors and thirty of you basses, yet the tenors are singing about thirty decibels louder than you. are they challenging your manhood?"
--my director to the basses at rehearsal tonight

"that broke it? pfft, i knew bill gates was a closet yevonite!"