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Saw my friend and colleague A. for the first time in a long time, the only other grad student who entered the program the same year I did who is still around (everyone else has dropped out, transferred, or finished and gotten tenure-track jobs). He's teaching in a private middle school, making sure they get a dose of Trotskyism with their ancient history.

Today is a glorious day off. I think I will go to Beverley, read something relevant but in English in the cafe with the cooler music and better people-watching, and stock up on tasty pseudo-Belgian beer at the liquor store on Cabot St.

( But first, lemmingity (best pronounced with a soft G) )