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Long rehearsal today with Dave Ray. It looks like for our upcoming show, instead of having him do one set (that I help on) and me do one set (that he helps on), we may just both stay on stage the whole time trading songs. So far we've worked on seven of my songs (with Dave on guitar, bass, and drums) and, counting our previous sessions, more than that of his (with me on melodica and acoustic and electric mandolins). And we're still hoping to get his violinist friend Joan to join in.

This should be a lot of fun. (As Dave pointed out, it already is a lot of fun.)

Now I'm tired, too tired to post more than one New York Times link: Longing for the "bad old days" of New York.

It's an attitude - calling it a movement would be a stretch - that combines equal parts yuppie-go-home schadenfreude and a new middle-class sedition, a sense of rebellion that may best be typified by the surprisingly widespread defiance of the recent smoking ban.

This article uses the phrase "petit criminal". Ah, the Times.