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[zinniazayda]

My dad called me today and we talked for longer than usual, at least an hour. He said he's been reading some late Allen Ginsberg and feels ready to write some of his own poetry again. I said he should write poetry about marijuana legalization and his response was, "Well, yeah!" He's also started to sprout beans and seeds and use them in his cooking. You go, Dad!

Gmail was down for awhile today and it gave me a nice excuse to work on my bellydancing and do some philosophizing over at convert_me instead of applying for jobs. A fun combination of mind and body pursuits. It was nice to let myself not care about being productive for awhile.