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Still at work, with a ton to do. Won't have much time off this weekend, but next weekend I'll be in Zurich with Patty before she comes up here for a couple of days. So hey. I need to book hotels later.

I REALLY MISS FOOD IN NYC RIGHT NOW. I knew I was spoiled, but I had no idea how much. I want a steak with some frizzled shallots at like 3am in the worst way. Seriously, I'm even craving The Odious (what we New Yorkers who are really over it but still go there sometimes anyway call The Odeon).

Wrote, very early in the morning for most of you, this week's Theater Thursday, which is about power and responsibility and being a director and stuff I know about people and (one of the many reasons) I felt like an asshole when I was in Sydney. Considering it only has one real comment and one spam comment so far today, it could really use some love. I also noticed than when I wrote about directors in the piece, I defaulted to the male pronoun, even when I was effectively speaking of myself -- I have enough issues (from traditional writing to my own gender identity) that this could be caused by any number of things, but I just reread the thing and went "Wow, issues." But hey, I'm okay with that if you're okay with that.

Dogboy & Justine currently has 63 backers for a total of $3,170 in pledges. We still need to raise about $65 per day, every day, to stay on track to meet our goal, which is the only way we'll receive the funding.

Part of a Qantas jet engine dropped off the plane in flight. So now they've grounded their A380s. I feel like the same exact thing happened with before I went down there.

YOU GUYS! This was totally my childhood. The NYT doesn't quite get it. The debutante ball really hasn't dwindled in New York. It 's just always been of _such_ a rarified old-money class here that the world it's for is far more hidden than it was even in my childhood and teen years. But, er, yeah. Sometimes you all want to know what the world I grew up in was like, or don't believe it existed. Well, read that. It's one of the places I was sent as if it was (and it wasn't) for someone of my kind.

The Lost Bohemia above Carnegie Hall.

Boy wears Daphne (Scooby Do) costume to school for Halloween, other parents freak out. This is one of the privileges of growing up a girl -- it was usually safe to at least play at being a boy.