https://www.salon.com/2003/03/11/hourglass/
Got up at 9:02.
Dreamed of going to a karaoke place with an adjoining hotel; meeting John but being unable to find a song to sing; Father wanting to stay overnight at the hotel because Mother was having a baby(!); being naked in public; The Sopranos filming an episode during the 1992 riots about a policeman looking for into from petty crooks; a 19th-century version of Tony Soprano (resembling Lincoln) striking a 19th-century Meadow (probably from reading the first chapter of Jane Eyre); a woman singing "When the Saints Come Marching In."
Forgot that my dancing lesson wasn't until 3:15. I killed 45 minutes walking to the Islington station and visiting the end of the line at Kipling. (It's nice to have a Metropass.) Cynthia was unwell so I had a lesson with dawn. We went over the foxtrot grapevine and the merengue conga point. It's just as well I didn't spend any time on the salsa routine this wekk. (We've been spending too much time on routines.)
Dinner was churrasco chicken.
Spent a lot of time online today. Salon had a good Gary Kamiya article on the coming war, though he lost me when he distinguished between the "political" and the "historical." [Invading Afghanistan was OK, see, because it was just political...]
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