Sushi dinner last night. Finally tried Sandobe, as Dori dragged my overworked sorry ass out of my apartment and into the harsh reality of having a good time. I like Dori. We talked about Jewishness Sex and not death. The triumvirate of topics, we go to two out of three. Not bad for someone I've only seen twice socially. I completely opened up to someone who amounts to nearly a perfect stranger. This shyness thing I had seems to be gone. The Saki (bottles of it, baby) probably helped. Sandobe for dinner (gotta get my sushi fix) which turns out to be better than my old Sushi place, amazingly. Less rice. Not quite as friendly an Otami-san, but dope-ass sushi. Fresh, fishy, and slightly briny. I was in Sushi heaven. Follup chatting at Standard, Stoli Cranberry her and Stoli Screwdriver me. How I never discovered that place before is beyond me. Either of them, really. I wonder how many other kick ass places like that I'm missing in my own neighborhood. So, yeah. Dori. Kick ass. I'm gonna go to Burningman next year, if it kills me.

Hello audience. I see you are out there reading. It's good to have you here. Leave me a note that you've been here. It's good to know I'm not just doing this for myself.

At heart, I'm a coder. Which is odd, because I'm also a writer. And a Lawyer. And a lover of the Beautiful. But neither a philosopher nor a poet. I love coding. Nothing better than finishing something, having it definatively _work_ and having it stare you in the face saying "you've just added something to the world." Sort of like giving birth, only without the sex and without the incubation and without the agony of childbirth.

Lots of people named Swerdloff have hit my page lately. That's got me mildly amused. Are you a Swerdloff just lurking out there? Go ahead and say hi! I don't bite.

Darcey made me treat myself as I usually treat her, today. Eye opening. I turned my words onto myself. Didn't hurt, just opened my eyes. Didn't change my feelings, but it did open my eyes.

Your little lives, powered by blood. Edith died. She knew what she was doing. I'd love to read her book. Reminds me of some women I know. Then again, so does Cassidy. Reminds me of one in particular. I need to read more normal stuff and less comics, I think.

Noozen Vollari, an alise vedral. If you know what that means, then we're almost there. But you probably don't, which I understand.

And Dori: You are wrong. She is worth it. Although it is too late for her to realize now that she has value other than as a piece of ass. Quote of the day: It's a wav file.