Gargantua Thattaway!

Being blissfully done with exams and tests and (although I never had any) homework is actually rather sad. I have to actively seek out various learning opportunities, which tend to consist of magazines, various late night conversations about how to best imitate a german accent and watching french gangster films.

Enter "Les Tontons Flingueurs." Essentially the "Blue Brothers" but french, without the excellent soul/jazz/wicked cool music, and with the addition of ironic french wit. Watched it with the grandparents, who were transported back to the days of their youth where people actually wore such outlandish garb.

And because I was feeling in the uploading mood, a photo from the summer in front of what turned out to be not my department. But I'm smiling anyways.

And Gargantua thattaway. Yes, I did go thattaway.

The topic of personal meditation today is doing favors/nice things/demonstrating generosity. I read in the NYTimes that couples who are rated highly on the one to generous scale (arbitrary scales are the way of future) have much happier marriages/partnerships.

This makes sense after all. The base expectation in a relationship is to give what you get (so give what you can). However, after meeting these expectations, going above this demonstrates that you're devoted not only for the relationship, but your partner's happiness.

There are healthy relationships in which the "I scratch your back, you scratch mine" doesn't always apply. For instance, with my kitty cat it's "I scratch your back, you purr and take a nap." But we still love each other, particularly when I remember to feed her on time.

Favorite moment of today: Grunkle calling the doctor in charge of his radiation treatment "the nuclear quack."

The grandparents were telling me about how long ago, when the world of flirting and dating was much more complicated (think debutantes, getting approved by the Queen, chaperones etc etc), there existed a "Mother Book." Which consisted of a long list of eligible gentlemen, and various comments about their personalities and peculiarities. This was along the lines of "can't dance" "bad breath" or "tediously pompous." The most popular type with the young débutantes was USIT or "Unsafe In Taxis."

Have been coughing and wheezing like a choo choo train. Given the morbid state of my cold, my granny took it upon herself to find some ideal tissues.

It's a perpetual issue

to find ideal tissues.