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I turned 22 today, and received a number of kind birthday wishes, many of them from Infamous Grouse contributors and readers. Sadly I have no stories of birthday debauchery to relate, as slept in until noon, recovering from a Sunday night spent listening to white people play reggae-cum-nü metal* in Los Angeles, and then passed my evening watching CSI and reading Lewis Dabney's absorbing but over-praised Edmund Wilson: A Life in Literature.

I had dinner with my family at Souplantation, a restaurant which is about as close to the opposite of Bugaboo Creek as is possible: it's extremely vegetarian-friendly, but there are no amusing Canadian robo-animals. As some of you with long blog-memories will recall, Lisa, Brandon, and Nathan graciously took me to the Creek this summer for my half-birthday.

* Warning: alarming sound clip contained within. At the very least, I enjoyed the venue, which is best known for being the site of River Pheonix's death.