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Love is in the Air

In New York City, there's great anticipation of spring 2010.  People were out and about yesterday exploring the defrosted places and enjoying the nightlife again en masse. 

And tonight, gay superbowl.  #2.  There are the Tony's too.

It's time again to do what you love and gather your tribe.  Had a fun conversation last night at dinner with friends about the Faust legend.  We talked about that internal voice that tells me when I'm crossing the line.  When do I feel I'm selling my soul?  And giving up what is integral to my human experience?  It's so individual:  that place where I find myself feeling that who I am at my core is violated.  And we talked about being too integral?  If that's a conversation at all, and whether it's better to have a warm soft place to worry about the loss of integrity.  Or if it's better to suffer some consequence, and sleep with a clear conscience on a harder pillow.

Question to consider as spring approaches.

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