Dreamed of a movie on TV about a small airplane overloaded with insurance, statistical info; Bob Hope's brood of children (as in The Seven Little Foys, which I haven't seen) researching the reference book he was working on.
Had another dancing lesson. I wasn't in top form. (Still getting over the cold.) Cynthia always notices when I'm in a lowly mood.
Moira made curried beef for dinner.
The latest New York Review of Books had a Joan Didion article about the post-9/11 orthodoxy. Quite interesting. Today I also read a fatuous Andrew Sullivan article at salon.com attacking Didion for avoiding the issues. IMHO, he got it completely wrong. He insisted that free speech wasn't endangered, prompting me to send them a letter pointing out that two US newspaper columnists were fired for criticizing Dubya's behavior on the day of 9/11.
The Nation had a music issue, including an article on Motown.
Went to the Fossil & Haggis karaoke and sang "Danny Boy" and "Can't Help Falling in Love." There were so few people that we were singing two songs at a time, but I'm still recovering from the cold and didn't stay for a second pair.
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