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Editing is like meditation for me: I try and keep my lips moving and my chants soft, so as to stay centered and not wake the anger...
The result, this time, is a quiet satisfaction. The tale is pretty wild, and rendered in tight fashion. Still some work to do to crank it as tight as possible, but damn, I like what has gone before.
On Last Night:
Dinner at Zaré at The FLy Trap last night was some of the finest food I've had in SF, and the sausages were a perfect balance of spice, savory, and grease. We had two plates, and I could have had them all to myself. Exceptional. Truly. There were no losers among the dishes we had. None. The Baclava was also outstanding.
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