I’ve been temporarily offline by a cold OBF brought back from southern Kyrgyzstan.  I almost never get sick (hello Fate, hope you’re not reading this blog!) so I never worry about contagion when people around me are unwell.  After a few days though I got the same thing, so I dipped into these cold meds to stop the flow of snot coming out of my face.  It’s been a while since I had a cold medication, and hey!  Thur kinda fun.  Although with the snot evaporated out of my head I feel like a layer of my brain that handles things like thinking has also been stripped away.  So can we conclude that snot conducts smarts?  Like that gel that obstetricians use to do ultrasounds on pregnant ladies.  Let’s conclude it.

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We had a small earthquake last week, right at midday as we were both working in the living room.  Every time this happens (which okay, is maybe three times that I remember) some survival instinct kicks in, but instead of looking for a sharp stick or a tree to climb, for some reason I hold my breath and freeze.  (So the earthquake doesn’t notice me?)  And then, when it’s over, I jump up and think about running for the door.

I try not to be a ninny about what are actually very tiny earthquakes, but when the whole apartment starts shaking like God slid a quarter into the bedpost, I lose my cool.

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So the Nobel prizes are in.  The people who won for physics developed a somethingsomething sensor.  Here is a breakdown of its significance for you lay folks:

“A computer hard-disk reader that uses a GMR sensor is equivalent to a jet flying at a speed of 30,000 kmph, at a height of just one metre above the ground, and yet being able to see and catalogue every single blade of grass it passes over.”

Please read that sentence once more and really, really try to picture it.  This description is so sensational that it makes me sorry I have no tolerance for marijuana, since I would like to reread this quote twenty nine times in a row, each time a little bit slower, until my brain is literally crawling on the floor.  But I guess I could just take some cold pills and do the same thing.  Fast times!

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We went to watch the rugby world cup semifinal this weekend at the expat bar.  I’d never seen a rugby game before, but OBF played a couple of years in college, where he earned the nickname “Crackhead” since he (ta-da) split his head open.   He remains fond of the game and of whatever memories have stuck with him of playing.

England was playing France.  It was nice to watch a sporting event where I don’t have a dog in the fight, and I found myself chipping in with each side’s cheers, which are fantastic!  Allez Allez Allez!  Oogie-oogie-oogie!  OY! OY! OY!

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And finally:  I can’t believe that the WordPress spellchecker picks up the word blog as a mistake.  It suggests I replace it with bog.

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