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As a followup to this post a while back, this gives me some hope that we haven't yet gotten to the absolute bottom of the barrel: What was ABC thinking? (subhed: Yanked 'Neighborhood' catches it from all sides) Who thought that was a good idea?

I had the lovely opportunity this past weekend to steal away a wee bit of time with dear old comrade

yezida (dahling, we simply must do that again soon...), and on the drive home from the airport, I thought of a question which was indirectly instigated by our conversations. It's interesting to me, and I'd be curious to hear what any of you think about it. What is the difference between passion and intensity?

Speaking of passion, today I will be indulging my passions for spending time with loved ones and treasured friends (including

draiguisge) and a couple of old, old friends who have just moved into the area (one of whom was my very first housemate back in '86), cooking up mass quantities of yummy food on the grill, drinking good wine (State stores here have a July 4th sale, 20% off mixed cases of American wine), and, of course, blowing things up in an orgiastic celebration of pyrotechnic excess. Am going to stick with more low-elevation displays than high fliers this year, I'm a bit concerned about the potential of having to climb up on the barn roof and put out a fire.. ;> It is, no kidding, the most perfect day of the year -- currently 73 degrees, clear blue sky and sunny. And though I'll probably go out and do a little bit of work on the land, there's absolutely nothing that I *have* to do, and the 25 people who were here on the land over the weekend, though wonderful folks, are now back home, and the house is quiet again (or as quiet as it gets with a five-year-old who just got himself a tank full of hermit crabs) Bliss.

More bliss: Lovely Housemate Paul just came up the stairs to show me that he'd heard my bitch yesterday that with 2 million kinds of weird-ass tea in the house, we somehow managed to be completely out of Earl Grey (whine, bitch, moan, kvetch ;>), and he picked some up while shopping yesterday. Life is good.