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Yesterday we had our quarterly proposal meeting to come up with the next season of plays. It was a good meeting, less painful then most, but it also took more than 7 hours to decide we were gonna do them all.

So this post is likely to be link heavy. I'm too mentally drained to really think.

Did you hear? The president was in danger yesterday: a car crashed where he'd just been. Poor woman. Now she's a threat to national security.

I'm not sure that I would call The Producers anything less then a smash hit, but evidently it is The incredibly shrinking blockbuster.

Check out the Bushism of the week. It's pretty funny. Though I hate that we've entrusted our nation to a man with the grammatical skills of a 5th grader.

The Schiavo case has increased my determination not to be kept alive in a vegitative state. Ever. Pull the plug. I think my whole family feels that way, certainly my parents have talked about it with all of us, but I want it really clear. Ugh. The whole thing is so sad.

Slate is less reliable about sending me Today's Papers (a fabulous amalgamation of the major journals) every morning. It used to arrive promptly in my inbox at 6am, eagerly awaiting my perusal. Now some days I don't get it, some days it arrives after I'm already at work. End result? I almost never read it. Not that I couldn't just go to the site and follow the link, but that isn't in my current morning routine and I am, if nothing else, a creature of habit.

I think it's funny that even pianists like to stage publicity stunts. For charity, of course.

It was announced in September that theUS would rejoin UNESCO and no one seemed to notice or care all that much. Probably because it's not like we'll have any money to spend-it's all dedicated to anti-terrorism. Sigh.
- posted by Heidi @ 8:05 AM