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My brother Peter, Director of Partnerships for Parks in New York, tells me this recent interview is available online in RealAudio format at this (admittedly sort of odd “good news” bad spelling) site. Hey, bragging rights is bragging rights! One for the Moo!

How’d you like to have me constantly over your shoulder observing everything you do, judging your performance (don’t drop that plate!), and then criticizing you in a kind of nonstop monotone? Yeah, I don’t blame you. I don’t like it myself.

Resolved, I will no longer say yes when I want to say no. I will no longer feel obligated when I am not. I will no longer be manipulated by the fear that someone will dislike me or say bad things about me into doing what I do not want to do. I guess it’s…

If I don’t answer the phone, if I don’t make time for small-talk, if I don’t return your e-mail, it’s nothing you did. I am under intense deadline pressures and need to work almost around-the-clock till Friday to make final milestones on my book. Even after that I will have a few more weeks with…

One problem with TMBG is that their songs are so goddamn catchy, to the nth degree, that I can’t get the frickin’ things out of my head for days. Have to change gears entirely. “And we almost figured out how to get along/and pretty soon you’ll/find that we can’t/be apart at/all//You just forgot your one…

Determined to make this final week of hard work go smoothly, trying to earn my planned time off and reinforce reasonable deadlines, I’ve already got a lot done today, though I still have a lot to do and it’s already two. My next task is to sort through all the likely content for the CD…

Catching up on my favorite sources of media junk, sitting out back on the hammock, flizes of all sizes flitting around me, with the occasional mosquito trying to blend in. A few good articles in Salon, which I pay for. Many good articles in Slate, which Bill Gates pays for. Nothing new at the Onion.…

Things that happened in 1974: grandmother died grammy died grampy died j.h. smashed finger with mini-sledgehammer in quogue had dr. c. for second year in a row (4th grade then 5th) (ass.pads story) bobby murcer and thurman munson moved from 9th st. to 92nd st. on dec 31

Usually I stow my house and car keys deep in some bag when travelling and never touch them so they’re there when I standing outside my front door again. This time, where are they?

Went shopping today and notice that I got some things we weren’t low on (there are now three pairs of chicken breasts in the freezer, for instance). One thing was paper towels. We now have four rolls. So I wrote on our pad on the fridge to not get certain things next time (usually we…

How strange. That’s what I get for multitasking (IM). Seems I posted then immediately deleted my latest post just now. Now I have to rattle it off impatiently like a laundry list just to get it out of my system. Last day in New York. Couldn’t see many friends this time around. All about sneaking…

Focusing on family, I’ve had to eschew some opportunities to see friends, old and new, on this trip. But this trip was really just about my h.s. reunion and then popping into New York under radar to see my parents, my brother P and his wife S, and my other brother A. Unfortunately, I’m missing…

I like to visit New York for 10 days at minimum, and I couldn’t really do that this time. All I can really do is sneak a few extra days into my high school reunion trip to see my mom and dad (sort of pre-mother’s day), and my brothers, what with Paris Athanasiou’s birthday coming…

Returning to my friends’ home in Princeton last night after the opening-night reunion dinner at Lawrenceville, I found that the key they’d given me was not getting me in the door. I could hear the deadbolt turning but there was some trick to opening the latch that I couldn’t figure out. I phoned B for…

Endorsements: jetBlue good, Habitat Hotel bad, New York Computer Café good. Though my flight was delayed by headwinds and midwestern storms on the preceding incoming flight, the in-seat DirectTV thing was a big winner. I mean, are we slack-jawed Americans not already trained to sit and watch the TV for hours of unnoticed discomfort on…

Should I be anxious about my 20th high school reunion? I don’t feel it. I’d like to have done more by now but I easily could have done less. Looking forward to tales out of school from a classmate who’s been at Enron this past decade All packed now and headed out soon for my…

Strange adjustment yesterday from balmy, muggy New Orleans to cloudy, chilly Oakland. Our reward for coming home was the annual flourishing of roses and irises. B has filled the house with bouqets and garlands: all pink roses in the bathroom, pale yellow in the kitchen, off-white with a hint of pink on her dresser in…

Man did it get hot on Sunday! The crowds weren’t as bad (except for Wynton Marsalis on the Congo Square stage), but the sun was just plain brutal. I was too tired to even put up a cursory list of touchstones last night but here’s the rundown: large rosemint tea, unsweetened Li’l Buck Blues Band…

Got separated from B and friends on the way in and couldn’t get back together till the rendezvous at 5. Lesson: Always have a backup plan. Again, more flesh on the bones when there’s time: small gumbo large rosemint tea, unsweetened D.L. Menard & the Louisiana Aces (Fais Do-Do stage) small oyster po’boy Sunpie Barnes…

I’ll flesh this out later… soft-shell crab po’boy Red Stick Ramblers (B’s favorite of the day) rosemint tea Savoy Doucet Cajun Band John Rankin contemporary crafts fried seafood salad iced cafe au lait w/ beignets Bonerama (trombone jazz-fusion, my favorite of the day) Quintology mandarin orange tea String Cheese Incident (two songs) back to Quintology…

Expect to see only occasional updates here for the next week. I’m off on my annual pilgrimage to New Orleans for the first weekend of the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival. Music, food, sun, and did I mention food?