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cougars everywhere

the journal of Michael Werneburg

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Halifax, 2003.11.01

What a day. We met up with Andrea again, and spent the day out in the Annapolis valley. Then we came back to Sailor Yoon's place for a collaborative dinner (the women did most of the work; Charlie had the evening off, for once. As usual, I contributed to the occasional tasting of food and rambling commentary on various topics). At around midnight we headed out to one of the late-night places downtown.

It was one of the most 'cougar'-overrun places I'd ever seen. A 40-something meetmarket of the first order. At 2:45 I called it quits. Charlie and Tracey got in by 4:30. I dunno how the did it.

rand()m quote

It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.

—Theodore Roosevelt, Jr.