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[Comments] (4) Party Time: Yesterday was busy. Marlene is back from her mission, so Hillary had a bunch of ladies from work over to her new house for lunch to visit with her. Hillary's house is very nice, with a spacious view of the Seven Oaks golf course. I've always thought that if I had a yard like that, I wouldn't mind having people walking around it hitting balls with a little stick. I think golf is silly and a waste of time, but it does improve the landscape. I'm glad I don't have a huge house anymore.

In the evening, I went to see National Treasure at the dollar theater with Karen Nations and Sharon White. It was an ok movie, I guess, with some nice shots of the Capitol Mall. As a rule I dislike movies that have car chases, quick camera work, and sudden explosions. The ocular tracking involved is difficult for me; I guess it's because I'm from a generation that grew up without video games. I just can't see what the excitement is all about. Sometimes on the screen there were so many things going on that I could hardly look. Sensory overwhelmness.

[Comments] (1) World Navel: Gretel and I drove over to the Asian market today. Whew! I'll never do that on a Saturday again! Everyone in the world was there. At least people from every country in Asia.. and me. (Gretel waited in the car, giving the evil eyeball to the guys on the pay phone next to our parking place.)

The Asian market has teeny narrow aisles and not enough shelf space for the products they carry, so everything is really crammed in there. As one walks down the aisle, it is difficult not to brush against the abundance and cause an avalanche. I caused an avalanche of MSG--oh, excuse me, aji-no-moto.

Everyone has to speak English because they don't know each other's native tongues. I was looking at what some of them were buying and wishing they would invite me over to sample it at dinner! Ah, America!


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