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Three Christmas parties in three days, spanning a large arc of the culture of Los Angeles: punk kids at a punk show in Hollywood, scientists at a fancy restaurant in Santa Monica, activists at a pizza parlour in Silverlake. It is the third one of which I am most proud. It is the closest I've come to making new non-work friends as a grown up. New friends are hard to find as an adult, because most adults have no need of new friends: they are either in the insular world of their married relationships or hang out with the friends they've known forever. I was feeling pretty good about today. I hope I can hold on to this feeling for a little while. I've certainly expanded my acquaintanceship: now I need to see if I can convert any of this into useful friendship.

I don't know if it is the graphics card in the new machine, or X, or GNOME, or if it is the bloatware that is Firefox, but, even with a 3.00 GHz CPU, I can type faster into this Blogger editor window than the characters appear. This should never happen.