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Monday March 26


This diary has been useless lately.  So much going on, none of which is suitable for public consumption.  

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Tuesday March 27


Dinner with friends.   

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Wednesday March 28


Home cooking.

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Thursday March 29


Homework.

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Friday March 30


Travii over for dinner at Lisa's with guitars.

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Saturday March 31


Window shopping in the afternoon, followed by a trip to deepest Redmond for dinner with old friends.

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Sunday April 01


Brunch with family.  More window shopping in the afternoon.

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Monday April 02


Early morning flight to San Jose.  A Sunny day in Cupertino, and an excellent meeting.  Perhaps a little too late?

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Gemini
There's no need to waste anything today, especially valuable resources that are at your disposal. Time is a precious commodity right now, especially when you're being paid for it. Be careful of people who want to waste minutes -- or even seconds -- that you don't have to spare, Gemini. Energy vampires should be put in their proper place, gently or otherwise. Besides, as the Moon moves through its current Sign, you are way too focused on your own program to worry about anything else.

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Tuesday April 03


Dark.

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Wednesday April 04


Darker.

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Thursday April 05


Bleak prospects all around.  A final meeting today.

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Friday April 06


A slow minor cadence. When you have nothing to say, say nothing.

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Saturday April 07


Nothing.

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Sunday April 08

"One does not contrive an accident: one observes it to draw inspiration therefrom.  An accident is perhaps the only thing that really inspires us.  A composer improvises aimlessly the way an animal grubs about.  Both of them go grubbing about because they yield to a compulsion to seek things out.  What urge of the composer is satisfied by this investigating?  The rules with which like a penitent, he is burdened?  No: he is in quest of his pleasure. He seeks a satisfaction that he fully knows he will not find without first striving  for it.  One cannot force one's self to love, but love presupppses understanding, and in order to understand, one must exert one's self."

- Igor Stravinsky, Poetics of Music

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