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So, for those of you that remain within the sound of my voice: I am moved, i am now a full fleged baltimoron, residing within the cozy confines of charm city. Living now with a couple of old freinds which will be interesting im sure. We are in an old row house remoldeled in the 70's by some hep cats. (It was the swingingest pad!) And then remodeled again a few years ago, by some complete morons. But i digress. Still working at the Museum, where i finally feel like we are starting to get some traction (in becoming an attraction). Im almost constanty giving tours to kids adults and seniors. Its fun to tell kids that they should criticize their parents taste in music. It interesting to see how what was popular in american music all the way back to the turn of the century would be the stuff that the older generation would think is well ' THE DEVIL'. Popular music of the 1900's was certainly not church music, the 20's had the beginings of jazz, the thirties swing, the fifties big band, the fifties had rock and roll, the sixties had electric/psychadelic rock, seventies had disco, eighties had glam rock, ninties had rap and grunge rock. Anyway, music isnt as is was is the idea, and the older you get the worse the current stuff seems. I got a call from an old freind the other day, and i dont really know what that means, she is married and has a baby. The two people i was closest to in high school are bow both married. This girl and then my buddy Jeff, who is now serving in baghdad with his wife. I worry about my freinds. I have a deck now and no deck furniture, this is a quandry. Many of my freinds graduated from college this semester. This is most impressive. I am happy for them, but sad that most of them are leavingthe area and i wont be able to visit them quite so easily. I love streetsweepers. I remember that one day when i was in ireland with my mother, we had to get up rather early. In this town it was just my mother and i walking these streets looking for coffee. It was just us and street sweepers. Im not sure if i want to stick with the theater job. Its taking up alot of my time and my relationships with my freinds is suffering. Not to menton my sanity. The last couple of shows that i had to do nearly killed me. The stress, the anguish the long hours in the theater by myself. I think i miss acting and want to do that again. I still have that elitist idea though. I think that that is matisse's fault. Involving me in a piece of theater that made me think and made me know that we could use theater as a tool. The Children didnt affect anything massive, but it did affect me massively. So there is that. Do you ever feel rudderless in life? Yeah i figured. I had an 'altered' experience recently and it was mostly good but i think it really tapped into the fact that i dont know where/what i am in life. I defenitely wanted to go home. But i couldent really figure out what that meant to me anymore. Anyway, it was an altered experience, so it doesnt hold too much weight, i doubt if i could figre out what upmeant to me then either, but still, it made me realize i had a problem. Anyway, i look forward to wandering this city i live in. I also look forward to naps, and dont know which i should do first... Also there is little food in this house. Im glad i dont have to drive much these days, im not far from work. I miss riley. Logan too, but riley is being disabled today. A frind let me know that he was being declawed today. THis is a procedure that i am not okay with. When my (then) roomey said she was going to get another cat, i said fine but the cat was hers, i wasnt going to do anything beyond feeding that cat and the other, when she was unavailible. Then she announced plans to declaw this kitten. AHveing had clawed cats all my life and seeing how pathetic her declawed cat was i said no. She argued, and then i said that the only things that the cat could possibly destroy are all mine. I offered to keep his claws short and help with the initial outlay of cash for fixing and giving him shots. She accepted, I did my best to keep his claws ata reasonable length, and also paid a couple of joint roommate bills myself to offset her alone paying for the cat stuff. Anyway al this was fine, he was a cool cat. Definelty my cat. Slept in my room, my bed, he played chase with me, came when i called him, and genreally he and i were buddies. When we were making plans for moving out roomie announced that she was taking both cats, (which is fine and part of the arraingement) and then having this cat, Riley, declawed. I protested, Roommate said it was a moot point. That the cat wasnt mine. This SUCKS. There is no need to declaw the cat. Roommate bitch does not own anyhitng that she cherishes. Nothing that this cat can destrow with its claws. She refuses to acknowlege that this cat, though initially hers is now ours. And refuses to let me have a say in its future. I offer to buy the cat. She says no. I can do nothihg to convinince her that declawing this cat will do nothing beyond hurting and confusing this cat. And even though everyone ive talked to about this agrees with me. I can convince none of them to back me up. Anyway ive worked myself up. Peace kids, hope all is well.