Right, because I am overdue for an entry, like a woman ten months pregnant. Eventually, I will post that entry that I'm writing about
Doctor Who's Gay Agenda, because it totally has a very obvious one, but until then...
I went shopping yesterday (well, really two days ago) for Fahad, which was lots of fun. Seriously. He looks good in EVERYTHING. So now not only is my brother smart, and you know, cool, but he's also
prettier than I am. He said some witty things, but I've forgotten them all.
Zara has the
best clothes.
Now, a subject that is very dear to me.
Tea.
My relationship with tea is a bit of an odd one. You wouldn't suspect it, but it's actually relatively unorthodox. Kind of like the man who tells his friends and colleagues how much he loves his wife every day, and then goes home and proves it to her by indulging in, oh I don't know, BDSM or watersports.
Which is perhaps an image you didn't need, but that's how I am with tea. You'll hear me talk about it rather often, especially if you travel with me or make the mistake of taking me to Starbucks. I like my tea, and
I like it in a certain way.
( More nattering on, and pictures )Oh!
Books! I just finished
Einstein's Dreams by Alan Lightman. Tess got it for me, and wow, it is such
an amazing, beautiful book. It basically chronicles a set of fictional dreams Einstein had while coming up with general relativity. It sounds like some popular science novel, but actually it's a series of
heartbreaking vignettes about different worlds, where time funtions differently.
( The world will end on 26 September 1907. Everyone knows it. )( For in this world, people have no memories )Oh! And Alan Lightman teaches at MIT!
Also, you may have noticed that I've temporary adopted Forbes' (and the IB exam writers') tendency to bold key words and phrases. Everybody needs a change.