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Barbaro is doing as well as could be hoped for at the moment; hopefully that will continue. He has a tremendous amount of metal holding his leg together now, but one danger with that is that all those pins provide multiple potential infection sites. He ate like, well, a horse after the surgery, which is a good sign about his attitude at least. All this must be extremely confusing for him, even apart from any pain.

I was feeling sad enough about Barbaro that I wasn't at all sure how dancing was going to go on Sunday night, but after a wishy-washy start it went well. I had a blast with the 7/8 drum solo. I was a little worried the song itself might have been too repetitive, but dancing it for real I could feel and hence interpret the build up. It's a really interesting rhythm to work with, because it sounds almost like an ayoub but not quite, and you have to think on your feet in order to switch sides, what with the odd number of beats. Anyway I think people actually liked hearing something a little different from the usual drum solo. I'll definitely keep it in my repertoire.

Apart from the Preakness, it was a good weekend. Saturday I took a bunch of paperbacks to the used bookstore, and brought home a bunch of other paperbacks. Hooray for seemingly infinite store credit! After the race, M and I had sushi for dinner, and I continued on to a party while he crashed after a long day of recording. It felt good to go out and see people, and jetsetting around from party to club to party felt very rockstar.

Conversation overheard in the crowded women's room at Toast (said club):

"Oh my god, somebody in here smells so good"
Woman leaping out of the stall she had just entered: "oh my god, is it me? I bet it's me!"
First woman: "Oh my god, it is you! What is that fragrance?"
Second woman: "oh my god, it's Paris Hilton"--chorus of exclaimations from all women except me, doing my best to keep a straight face--"I was at the perfume counter and the woman told me to try it and I was like I am so not Paris Hilton but then I tried it and I was like, oh my god I *am* Paris Hilton! I *am* Paris Hilton!"

I sang my head off at the party, to various karaoke songs and Buffy the Musical. Felt good, though my throat was less than thrilled with me the next day. Which I spent doing some intensive spring cleaning--I found a massive kibble stash in the nightstand and that prompted the cleaning frenzy. Silly weasels. They "helped" with the sweeping and vacuuming. Cleaning is much more fun with ferrets involved. Then yoga (and again, noted positive changes in my body as chiro treatment continues), and dancing, which brings me more or less back to the beginning of this post. I guess checking on Barbaro was probably the last thing I did before going to sleep at a far too late hour of the evening.

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Overheard in Somerville is surely the next big web phenomenon...

it would be wicked pissa.

oh i hope his leg survives.

out of curiosity and because of barbaro's injury, i looked up to see if there were equine artificial limbs, and found this article:
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/05/15/us/15pony.html

What a great story about the pony; I bet she makes a wonderful ambassador for the kids at the center. I think what might complicate things for Barbaro is that the point of trying to pull him through this is so that he can stand at stud, which means that leg is going to have to bear half his body weight at times. And as a fully mature stallion, he'll weigh more than he does now. Plus, they might be worried about something like that freaking out the mares to the point where they won't breed with him, or possibly even injuring the mare somehow if things got too frisky in the breeding shed, or if it gave way unexpectedly.

yeah, that's what i thought, but honestly, isn't the important part his sperm and don't they often artifically inseminate horses all the time?

Thoroughbreds are live-bred, it's a quirk of the industry. Helps prevent fraud, I suppose.

It's loading Soooooooooo Slooooooooooooooooow :( Hopefully I can get it to come through - sounds interesting.

There was Buffy singing at the party? I so don't remember that.

dude, you were singing too :-)

The Iranian guy sitting across from me told his Belgian friend that what you were doing was very very good and very complicated.

wow, that's awesome to hear! thanks for passing it along!

Which used book store do you go to? I've got a heap of books I've been meaning to unload, and hopefully replace.

The Book Rack, in Arlington Center on Medford Street, a couple of doors down from the Regent Theatre. They're really pleasant to do business with, and they aren't too picky about the condition of the books (as opposed to the Harvard Book Store, which is insane these days). The website has the trade information, etc.