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G: Please go back and read last week's news as we just updated it with more news and photos.

Saturday Izolda was feeling like having sushi and that feeling usually goes hand in hand with feeling generous and inviting us over to share. I supplied the avocados and we went over there and feasted. I'd read in Post Punk Kitchen to try roasted peanuts in with the avocado; we tried it a while back and now Izolda always makes some. It's great.

Then she and Rich and John and I went to the Hoff Theater at UM to see the Satanic Mechanics skewer Little Shop of Horrors at midnight. It's one of my favorite movies! We saw Kat Dutton + entourage and Kevin H there. We all sat near each other and made many jokes about Viagra. I can't remember why now. The actors took opportunities to turn the denizens of skid row into zombies for a funny effect. The dentist role was played very well by a gorgeous hunk of a guy.

On Sunday after Yoga I met a photographer from The Gazette at the studio. They are doing a story on the Empty Bowls project (in fact by the time I publish this it should be out, April 12th). Look for me near the back!

Then I met Luisa, her mom, her aunt, and John at Bejing for lunch. Luisa and I had made plans to go to Jug Bay Sanctuary. But we got going a bit late, got a bit lost on the way, and got there too late to get in. Near the gates we saw a stray hound dog who looked like she might have nursing pups somewhere. We stopped and gave her the leftover Chinese food. She pulled out and spit out all the brocolli but ate Guadalupe's leftover beef.

We tried getting into the sanctuary from different ways and were unsuccessful. Then Luisa asked if we could stop by a pet store; her mom wanted to get a special dog collar with a little retractable leash built in. We weren't far from Crunchies so we went there but they were closed. We went to Petco (hard to find in Bowie Town Center) and they were closed. So we went home, completely unsuccessful in all of our endeavors but having had a lovely time being together. Plus we helped that dog.

Kory (and Dave and Jake) came back from his secret game designers' convention and when I came home Monday night after work he, Dave, Jake, and Leo were hanging out with John and playing a new game design of his. The next day we tried to help Kory figure out the pros and cons of moving back here. It was obvious he wanted to, he just was trying to make sure it was the right decision. A couple of days later he decided to take an apartment available in the same building where he used to live here in Greenbelt. So, we are getting our Kory back! Yay!

J: If you don't have anything to hide, you don't have anything to worry about.

That's a common fallacy I hear lately. It implies that if you don't give the government permission to search through your personal stuff, you are probably hiding something. Forget that you have no idea who is looking into your life's details, or why. In my case, I'm not a criminal (even though I am treated as one), and it's somewhat likely I will be giving my privacy and identity to at least one criminal among the bunch of unknown bureaucratic thugs rifling through my files.

The irony of this whole mess we're in (and believe me, we're all in it), is that the people up top who spout the "you must have something to hide or you wouldn't be making such a fuss" line are the ones who often refuse to release information to congressional inquiries and protect themselves and their aides from testifying by invoking executive privilege.

Maybe it's not so much irony as hypocrisy. I get those two mixed up sometimes.