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:: Friday nite ::

For the first time this summer (reely) we had a totally windless evening. It was magical.
Anita and I sat outside under the orange tree (Anita in swinging chair, little cat killing leaves) sipping whiskey and rolling little cigarettes (Anita's New Years' resolution ;)

Somehow we ended up talking about perfect memory again and Anita pointed out a flaw in my idea.
Recording every moment of a person's life gives them a perfect record but does not necessarily mean that they will retain memory of each event. It's the same as if you have a photograph of each day of your life, you'll have a record of it but that does not mean that you'll remember it. And remembering (memories) is what we're all really chasing.

Also recorded lots of cellphone video clips (when will Blogger let me upload vids?)


:: Saturday nite ::

Went to Maynardville with the Davies' to see Twelfth Night. This has become and anual event (picnic + show) and I am enjoying it more each year. I'm also getting to enjoy Shakespeare more.
Rooted for Marvolio (who stole the show) and Feste (who has the best line[1]).


:: Sunday morning ::

Went to the beach (Clifton 3 is soooo gay) for the first time in months and even swam!

:: Sunday nite ::

DVD nite with Dawn of the Dead - yowza!


[1] "Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges". - (Act V, Scene I).