Acetarium

One of our residents this year, Mayo Fuster, came back from Spain on Wednesday. I woke up to find these guys on our dining table yesterday:

As I stared at el caganer during the dinner last night, I was thinking that it’s pretty surprising how such an odd item became embedded in a major tradition — and it probably was quite surprising to the inventor as well. The possible origin of el caganer sounds like a story that came out of 4ch. I always think of humans in the past being much less funny than the people now but things like el caganer or people like Decreaux make me think otherwise.

Welcome back, Mayo!

Wake up. Wake up my cell phone. Check out the top news. Get up. Wake up my laptop. Check out more news.

Yesterday was the first day when the top news on my phone wasn’t about the Japanese earthquake. Today, I saw non-earthquake articles at the top of Google News Japan. The dire situation is still there but it seems that new problems are rising at a decelerating rate.

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My hat got run over by a car once. I got run over by a car nonce. Our tooth models on the bookshelf are all smiles. Things are looking up.

He talked about his research framework excitedly. I smiled and asked if he was having fun. He returned a blank stare like the one Lola gives me when I offer orange slices.

And I felt the same urgent need to defend my opinion.

Weather: Misty rain. Sweater warm.

Light: 3.5 hours.

Beds: Entrapping.

Hopping: Ending with Black Death and Opal.

Overall: Couldn’t have asked for more. This is what excellent means.