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It’s a new month, the very nice month of September. The coming of the new month signals that it’s time for me to move in three days, despite the fact that I haven’t really packed anything that’s still here at the house. I’m counting on it all fitting into 3 or 4 boxes that I can pack on Monday night, and I haven’t even acquired boxes yet.

Subversion is self-hosting! Words cannot express the happiness that overwhelms me when I think of a modern version control system that Brian Berliner and Jim Kingdon had absolutely nothing to do with. What is that, you say? A chance to ditch the code that looks like it was written on a dare? An end to the CVSROOT/* special files that don’t even try to solve general-purpose problems? It is truly the dawn of a new day.

Pretty much everybody except Zach and me fell off the activity log wagon in August. I don’t really know what to say about that. I still want a new camera. And also a pony.

I went to the Bay and bought a bunch of stuff, though they only had one of the knives that I wanted. I stopped in at Ernest, in the middle of their ten-year-long sale, and bought some shirts. I don’t wear nearly enough purple or orange. Ernest had zero orange shirts. I am now fully equipped to dress like a funeral home director, however.

Dinner at La Prunelle, a new (for us) French restaurant in the insanely trendy downtown restaurant strip. My foie gras and confit de canard were excellent, although the entrees were small and the service was pretty lacking. The menu promised soup, and when one person indicated that she didn’t want soup, the waiter assumed that nobody did (!?). Getting an extra glass to compare two wines? Rocket science. That sort of thing.