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Sara's mom had some tasty cardamom bread for us in the morning, so we ate that and opened our presents, then packed a little more of it for the flight.

As usual we allowed a lot of time to get to the airport and ended up much earlier than necessary. One advantage, though, was that we managed to snag exit row seats at checkin. Before that our seats hadn't even been together.

We had just enough time in Memphis to get a couple sandwiches before boarding the flight for BWI, where my parents met us at the airport.

One of the advantages of Arizona in the winter is that you can eat lunch outside in the backyard. Today we had portabella mushroom burgers with a bottle of pinot noir courtesy of Sara's cousin Sonya.

We went to the co-op for cardamom in the afternoon. In the evening we did the traditional neighborhood luminaria lighting, then went to the traditional post-lighting party. We stayed a little longer than usual and actually talked to some people.

Finally, we went to the christmas eve service at the Unitarian church. I have an extremely low tolerance for church services of any sort, but the music was pretty good, and I had some math to think about to get me through the rest, which was pretty short.

We visited the Gilbert, Arizona Riperian Preserve with Sara's parents. The quantity and variety of birds was impressive, especially for such an urban (well, suburban, anyway) area.

I don't take pictures systematically, to document things; I just like to do it every now and then when it seems like fun. For some reason I took a bunch of pictures at the preserve. Not of the birds, though--they weren't necessarily that far away, but they still would've looked like specks with no telephoto lens and an old low-resolution digital camera.

We got back just in time to leave again to meet some more of Sara's high school friends, Melissa and Clint (with three kids), Tim and Dawn (with one kid), and Omo. We met at Peter Piper Pizza. This turns out be a sort of kids casino, dealing in at least two proprietary currencies--tokens, which can be bought with cash, possibly as a package deal with pizza, and tickets, which are spit out by the various video games and can be redeemed for various stuffed animals, small toys, etc.

So while the kids generated tickets and trinkets, we ate some pizza and had a pleasant chat with the parents. Melissa and Clint had been having a somewhat trouble-frought vacation, with sicknesses, misplaced keys, and work emergencies. Tim and Dawn seemed preoccupied with, and somewhat exhausted by, their kid. Omo was fresh from a shopping exhibition with the goal of finding his mother an outdoor fireplace.

The pizza, which we ordered with jalapenos, wasn't that great, but even bad pizza is OK, so we were happy enough.

Sara's parents had some yummy biscuits for us for breakfast, then we met Sara's high-school friend Mike and his wife Lisa at the Coffee Plantation in downtown Tempe. I got a copy of the New York Times while I was there; I don't usually buy the paper, but the front-page domestic spying stories caught my eye, and I looked forward to doing the crossword.

For dinner Sara's mom made a great pizza with walnuts and gorgonzola.

Our flight to Phoenix went fine, though I had a bit of a runny nose and feared I might be coming down with a cold. It took a long time for our checked luggage to arrive at the luggage claim, but when we finally got it we took the shuttle out to a parking lot where we met Sara's parents.

Later we went to Sara's dad's Wednesday-night jam session at Encanto park. It was fun; some of the individual performers (there were three of them) were particularly good. They tend to be older guys who deliver engaging performances with deceptively minimal music. It's a sort of geriatric punk--they're not trying for any musical or vocal pyrotechnics, but they've got a lot of style anyway.

I particularly liked the first, who sang a lot of train songs. The last performer mentioned something about another band of his called "one foot in the grave". Sara remembered that as the name of a Sun City punk band featured in Andrei Cordescu's "Road Scholar", so she asked him about that afterwards. He seemed pleased that someone asked.

I was more sleepy than a bit of jet lag would explain, and by the end I was dozing off while people played.

Today I made a last-ditch effort (mostly a failure) to clean up some loose ends at work, then did some christmas shopping and ran a few pre-trip errands.

The snow, especially when it's just come down, is really magical to look at. It doesn't really show up that way in pictures.

Thursday night's DVD-with-dinner was "Robbert Gibbs Discusses Retail Economics and Downtown Ann Arbor Business". A reall thrill ride! No, actually it was pretty interesting. Mostly it was about applying to downtowns what mall designers know about maximizing retail sales, the goal being to attract business into downtowns. Some claims:

• Traffic volume and parking availability (yuch) are big factors; when traffic is routed out of or around downtowns, business moves out to the freeway interchanges (where the traffic is). Most pedestrian malls don't work.
• Visibility and accessibility are important; hence storefronts should be glass (without paper or blinds covering it), have lots of entrances, and should be close to the street and the sidewalk. Stuff like trees seem to be a frequent point of contention--citizens' committees will always ask for them, but they have to be placed carefully so as not to the block the views of stores.
• Small independent retailers have a very hard time generating enough sales to support themselves. They often can't afford to hire someone to mind the store for them, hence can't stay open after working hours, which is when many of the sales are. (People often want to be able to stop by on the way back from work.)
• Big "anchor" stores attract so many people that they can demand hefty incentives. But they provide advertising and bring enough customers to support lots of smaller stores nearby.

I came home Friday by way of the library, and stopped a few minute to watch the 18 & up Mario Kart tournament. Why is the library into these video game tournaments? I have no idea. Anyway, it was amusing to watch, but 18 & up seemed to mean, well, about 18, so I felt a bit out of place.

I also stopped by the co-op and picked up a few things, then we had a late dinner and watched "Numb3rs", the crime-fighting-mathematician TV show that Sara likes.

When I get up on the weekend and look out at the snow my first thought is usually just to stay home in my bathrobe and maybe read a book. But somehow I managed to get myself outdoors this morning. We went to juggling for a couple hours, had dinner with the jugglers at Banditos, then came back to our place for a game of "Super Munchkin". Which isn't anything special as a game, really--the fun part is the silly twists and cartoony artwork.

We sat around and chatted a while afterwards. When we'd resorted to showing them Hawaii pictures, they were finally driven off.

Monday morning I got up early (well, OK, not quite as late as I usually do) and did my laundry before work.

Tuesday night we saw Alien with our book group. I liked it a little better than I remembered, actually. There's nothing in there that really gets me excited, but it's well done. There were some complaints that we don't really care for the crew since they don't have clearly established relationships. Which is true. But I like it that way; there's something that seems more realistic about showing them as a loose group of irritable individuals.

Wednesday we went grocery shopping after work, then had pumpkin soup, bread, and salad for dinner.

Today it's been snowing most of the day; impractical but pretty. I didn't bring a lunch, so I held out till 4 or so and then came to Eastern Accents to eat a couple buns and do some more work, including reading a few patches people had mailed me weeks ago. I really need to improve my turnaround time--when I wait too long it just ends up being more difficult because people forget the code and can't answer my questions about it.

Friday, Sara and I met a coworker of hers at Silvio's at 7, had some pretty good pizza, then went to a symphony band concert. They played the usual interesting mix of stuff, ending with the Copland's Lincoln Portrait--a wartime commission commemorating Lincoln, played in this case in honor of the 50th anniversary of Rosa Park's famous civil disobedience. Kind of a lot for one piece to bear.

There's snow everywhere and it's cold, so except for taking out the garbage I haven't been outside all weekend; I even skipped juggling.

But I did get a few minor chores done, thought about what to do for christmas presents, and did some reading. Current reading:

• On the bus, I'm reading Eisenbud's "Geometry of Syzygies". Mainly I've just been reading through the appendices, most of which is stuff that I learned in grad school but that has faded a little since.
• At home, because it's much too heavy to carry, Gilbert Hernandez's "Palomar: The Heartbreak Soup Stories". I went through the library's copy of the similar collection from his brother and enjoyed it, so I'm trying this one too.
• Temporarily superceded by "Palomar", "Maigret S'Amuse". Though the Maigret books are always conventional mysteries, there's often some funny twist; in this case, it's that Maigret is on a doctor-enforced vacation, and only following the mystery for fun in the newspapers.

One of the citi staff is a regular customer of a nearby sandwich place, so they brought us a platter of sandwiches for our donut hour Wednesday morning. A great improvement over donuts, which I seem to have less and less tolerance for. I'll eat donuts anyway if they're all that's available, but I always regret it almost immediately.

It took us a couple more days to get through "Troy". What a downer. Maybe I've seen enough movies for now.

Usually we keep the thermometer around 65 or 68 during the winter, but we've been keeping it at 60 this year. I can always put on another sweater or something, so it isn't a problem, except in the morning, when I have an even harder time than usual convincing myself to get out of bed.