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There is a moderately sized but very enthusiastic Mardi Gras celebration here. Two Saturdays before the great drinkathon we have the Barkus dog parade, a canine extravaganza. There were hundreds and hundreds of people of people and pooches there yesterday. Some web site claimed that this is the biggest dog parade in the country. I don't know if that's right but somebody has to have it.

SO WHAT'S GOING ON HERE? Saturday's schedule was get up, go to the office, go home, eat dinner, go to the symphony (SLSO music director David Robertson conducted a kick-ass Eroica), go home, go to bed. No pictures. Yesterday's was get up, skim the Sunday papers, go to the office, run down to Soulard and shoot the dog parade, go back to the office, go home, download the photos and edit a couple, go out to dinner with my wife for our annual Stupid Bowl party, go home, write this, go to bed. HOW MUCH OF THE STUPID BOWL I WATCHED: none. We think football is appalling, a sport that wrecks the joints and brains of the players, who are thrown in the dumpster after providing mass spectacle. We've had our own private Stupid Bowl party for maybe 25 years, dining out during the game. This year we tried the delicious Persian cuisine of Cafe Natasha on South Grand. WHAT'S THE PLAN FOR THE WEEK? More dogs tomorrow, the Thursday Arch Series on Wednesday just to disrupt the rhythm of the universe, then a special post Thursday from an as-yet undisclosed location. We're off on another junket. You'll never guess where.