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Sometimes when I turn off of Broadway onto Wall Street in the mornings I'll walk by a man who will be inexplicably cawing like a bird. He always provides a second of amusement.

Today, there was a guy with a video camera filming the various street vendors and Salvation Army Santas on that corner, and as I walked by them I saw and heard the bird guy approaching. The camera guy spun around to catch him, and the vendor he had been talking to shouted, "It's the BIRD MAN! HEY, BIRD MAN! YO! BIRD MAN!" and pumped his fist into the air.

I have never seen that guy talk to the Bird Man before. Funny how friendly people will become when there's a camera on them. Made me giggle.

Also, I would like to note that I am always greatly appreciative of the foppish pose of the George Washington statue out in front of Federal Hall. La-dee-dah.

Finally, I began to understand yesterday, really feel, why people hate Christmas. I'd never understood it before. I think I'm a grown-up now. It makes me sick. It's a whole Christmas tree saga that I won't go into now, but, I feel beaten down by this holiday. I walked past the glittering trees on Wall Street and tried to love them again, but I don't think I do.

Today is my feminism final. I find myself not at all nervous, because I don't at all care. If I pass, great. If I fail, just three more credits and a little bit more money down the tube couldn't possibly break me any more than I'm already broken.

Also today at noon is the office Holiday Party. I brought brownies. I am wearing a little cotton-ball snowman, hanging from a thread on my button, that my friend Tea Rose sent in a Christmas card one year. Woo, festive.

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