feed your head

[It turns out that posting is considerably more difficult when you don't have internet access at home, and you're terrified that someone at the library will see that you're not involved in Very. Important. Research. My apologies. Stay tuned for a long post concerning all sorts of exciting things like my birthday (not really: it consisted of attending a lecture on half-uncial), the Malaysian Festival (rainy, as I assume is appropriate for Malaysia, and cold, as I assume is not), and the un-Higginsed descendants of Eliza Doolittle.]

Five brief points:

1. Every day I walk past a restaurant called Mother Mash. It advertises itself as a "purveyor of fine mashed potatoes." Somehow, mind-boggingly, this specialty is of enough considerable enticement to people that it is inevitably chock-full of the bankers and lawyers and traders who people that particular portion of my 3.5 mile trek. It boggles the mind (and turns the stomach).

2. I just spent a considerable amount of time researching the difference between a cooker, an oven, and a hob. The distinctions I found don't seem to hold particularly well when searching for manuals for my specific cooker, whose oven component I have yet to discern how to turn on.

3. If you want to while away your time reading exquisitely written prose about where I'm currently living, look no further than this other blog which is not mine, though I wish it were.

4. The best thing about my hair right now is that it looks like black licorice when wet.

5. I don't really have anything to say here; my OCD demanded that I have a list of 5 rather than a list of 4. And thus I reveal myself to you, my weaknesses utterly exposed. (though I suppose I could add, in a nod to some semblance of substance, that if you for some reason want to capture my mood of the last week, the soundtrack has been a mix of Jeff Buckley and Laibach. Needless to say, I've been stalking around with a glint of madness in my eye.)