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My first year of college I also spent doing a year's service for AmeriCorps, an afterschool program for at-risk kids. We, the mentors, were mostly students who spent too much time and energy saving the world for 750 hours of our afternoons over nine months, but we were kept in motion by a full-time VISTA — Volunteer In Service To America, which like the PeaceCorps isn't a commitment of hours but years — named Paul. It was his second year and he was moving after his term ended...

Last night on a whim I decided to ditch such Monday night activities as "being tired" and "preparing for the week ahead" and go see Facing New York in Sacramento instead. My dear friend Ariel (with whom I was insanely close in high school until we grew to hate each other for a couple of years, realized we needed one another, and reconciled into a new and better friendship that has outlived all previous incarnations although we no longer use that loaded term "best...

So while all the cool kids are doubtlessly oot and aboot on this fine Saturday night/Sundee morning, I am at home in my bathrobe appreciatin'. That's all, just doing some quality appreciation time. (Warning: ridiculously long and self-centered.) In the last two weeks I've been doing some major dismantling of the mental variety, and I'm not sure what in all that caused me to start listening to Jenny Lewis's album Rabbit Fur Coat again, but there it was. I got the...