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I met dawnmarie a couple times, at the LA Bash, and soon after at the Fantasm Atlanta LJ dinner. I will miss her strength. In fact, her strength makes it hard for me to really accept that she is gone.

Farewell, good luck on the next trip. I am diminished by your passing in ways that I cannot comprehend, and in ways that I comprehend only too well.

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So, big thunderstorms last night. Knocked my power out from about 6PM to 1AM. I read by candlelight, and grumbled about no Internet in my own home.

My jaw has been alternately healing nicely and healing painfully. Solid food isn't an option yet, and my diet over the weekend was fairly scarce. There's only so many calories I can pump in with no carbonated beverages, no alcohol, no solid food. Soup and fruit juice, even all day long, topped me out somewhere over 1000 calories for the day. With my normal runaway metabolism, that's well into fainting territory. So I had to do this bizarre calorie counting reversal. Cream of wheat with brown sugar and whole milk, ice cream, chocolate shakes with extra chocolate. Anything to pull in some cals. I broke down last night and tried to softly chew an Arby's Beef and Cheddar sandwich. I couldn't take the bread, but at least I got some protein from the cheese substance and as much beef as I could get down.

Mildly better today, but a half day's work wore me out. I overcooked some pasta spirals, and made some buffalo wing sauce (with about 1/4 stick of butter) and some crescent rolls. Dipped the rolls in the wing sauce to get soft and squishy, along with the overcooked pasta, and I think I just got about 1200 calories in one meal. Surprisingly (or maybe not), I'm clearheaded an hour after the meal for the first time in a couple days.

I was supposed to go to Boston tonight, but there's just no way. I begged off my client, who understands. Maybe next week.

Politics and the Economy

Dick Morris. Hated by the Republicans for getting Clinton re-elected. Hated by the Democrats by his hooker-party-line embarrassment of Clinton, and his vocal hatred of Hilary. Morris is the political slimeball of all political slimeballs. No loyalties other than who hires him at the moment. No political leanings worth professing, unlike the spittle-flying liberal pitbull James Carville, Morris' politics were whatever someone paid them to be. A lover, vocal proponent even, of instant-polls and political spin, Morris was a virtuoso of helping power do what power wants, while making the people think that it was really all just for them.

Since his fall from the hallowed anonymity of back-room power, he has played around in foreign elections (he was chief strategist for Mexican Presidential contender Fox, who won, against Carville's advising of Labastida) and has settled down by writing a column for that beacon of American journalistic integrity, the New York Post.

I've been living under the opinion, perhaps delusion, that there might be a stock market recovery this fall, in time for the election. I have had some solid historical reasons for that opinion, but then, there is always the fickle factor of investor psychology. Trust Dick Morris, a man who is so inside he's outside, to come up with an interesting spin, blasting both political parties in the process:

http://www.nypost.com/postopinion/opedcolumnists/52532.htm