Then if time and space have any purpose, I shall belong to it

And today is my anniversary with derspatchel. We have been together for two years, engaged for one, and married for three months. That timeline continues to amaze me when I look at it. We will celebrate tonight, as is the custom, at the Friendly Toast.

According to the flyers we've been seeing around Davis Square, on Saturday March 15th—the Ides of March—the Somerville Arts Council is sponsoring a reenactment of the assassination of Julius Caesar in Union Square. Of course this is the sort of thing a person wants to attend, especially if a person brings olives and bread and the nearest contemporary equivalent to garum and sits around watching the stabbing with snacks. (Apparently there will be interactive events. We're hoping they include offering bystanders the chance to step up and take a whack, although that may not work unless Caesar is a piñata. Which is such an appealing idea I might be disappointed now if he's not.)

This year, the evening of the Ides is also the beginning of Purim. I believe there is an obvious next step. It involves graggers. Let Cassius' name be blotted out!

(I suspect we should not drink until we can't tell the difference between Cinna the conspirator and Cinna the poet, because that deck is stacked to begin with.)

Happy March! It's snowing!