Monday, April 2 2001
Oh my God what a beautiful day it was today here in Santa Monica! New York may have the architecture, but this weather I've returned to is really hard to fault.
The day was low-key and largely stress-free at work. The code I'd left people with before my vacation had been largely bug-free and there were only a few minor things to correct.
In the evening John and I hung out and drank sake. Eventually we found ourselves discussing the relative differences between cultural Catholics and cultural Jews. There are no such things as cultural Methodists. If you don't believe in God, you can be a Jew or even a cultural Catholic, but how can you possibly be a Methodist? If I were to have to declare a cultural allegiance to any religion, it would have to be Catholicism, if only for all the stories my Dad told me about his Catholic upbringing. He was a Catholic until the day his priest told him there were no cats in Heaven. Mind you, I've gotten nothing from my father's childhood that you couldn't get from a close reading of James Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.
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