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I forget which member recently asked in their journal to name the most parsimonious person in your life. For me it's got to be one of the partners at my work. He'll spend a half hour looking for a 30-cent long-distance phone charge so he can bill it to a client. He asked me the other day whether our DSL service charges by the minute or per amount of info downloaded--I had to explain to him three times that the service was a flat rate. I swear to god he was dissapointed that he couldn't go around trying to police everyone's internet use!

OK, before I start to sound like a Dilbert strip, I want to mention that I'm feeling great and have had an upsurge of creative energy in the last couple of days. I completed the script for "Why We Fuck" (a video-editor friend and I are working on this project--it's a mock-WWII newsreel about the contribution of the pornography industry to the war effort). We'll spend the next week capturing found footage and laying down my voice-over. In fun/social news, I'm heading to a sketch-comedy festival tonight to see The 3rd Floor, a Portland group that I think is quite funny. I know one or two of them, so hopefully drinking and socializing will follow.

Currently listening to: "The Cactus Where Your Heart Should Be" by The Magnetic Fields