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  1. @ Cynic: I was, too. And thank you (you know what for).

    @ Rk, ligne: It wasn’t my birthday. It was the reminder of the birthday of someone I’d like to forget.

    @ Dreamcatcher: Thank you, love. Much affection.

    @ Rada: Ah, the dance of the whimsical!

    @ Jeeves, manuscrypts, Ashish, Cynic, SwB: A wonderful 2009 to all of you!!

  2. “I (mention) Arthur Schopenhauer’s well known fable, a story Freud liked enough to cite in his book on group psychology (and) I paraphrase the fable as follows:

    ” ‘A troop of porcupines is milling about on a cold winter’s day. In order to keep from freezing, the animals move closer together. Just as they are close enough to huddle, however, they start to poke each other with their quills. In order to stop the pain, they spread out, lose the advantage of commingling, and begin to shiver. This sends them back in search of each other, and the cycle repeats as they struggle to find a comfortable distance between entanglement and freezing.
    ‘Deborah Anna Luepnitz, Schopenhauer’s Porcupines, Basic Books, 2002, pp. 2-3.

    Radas last idea: Masala Dosa, Mexican Style!