Productivity = run-on sentence like whoa.

To honor all your increasing productivity, here is an ode to the joys of coffee en francais with English subtitles on YouTube: [link]

Guess who just walked through half the office with the hem of her skirt tucked into the waistband of her panties??

At least there was panties.

Guess who just walked through half the office with the hem of her skirt tucked into the waistband of her panties??

Lady Gaga?

For all values of Lady Gaga = Aims, then yes.

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So maybe it's just that your accent is unfamiliar

Very possible, I hadn't thought of that, I'm so used to using the old Standard Radio News Delivery tone that I forget all the near-British overtones.

And I've got a caller right now from Baton Rouge who I'm having to slow down a little for. I'm getting pretty good at IDing the different Southern regions. It definitely gets drawlier the farther south you go, but there is a distinct roundness to the coastal regions. I find it amusing that I let more of the Southwestern Pennsylvania out when I'm talking to them, and I can hear them relax.

I'm from the midwest but I often find my accent changing to match the person I'm speaking to.

I'm from the midwest but I often find my accent changing to match the person I'm speaking to.

I totally do this, too!

Good luck, Nora!

And yay, Seska, for that magazine!

Best of luck with that girl, P-C. Buffistas are wise with their advices.

As for me - I'm stressed and impatient about the future (moving/university/my life, whatever that might be). I'm realizing that some of the things I'm investing my time in are "running away from" these things - subscription to Wired, say. Or even more science blogs RSS subscriptions.

I just wish that some things were simpler. In times of uncertainties, it really doesn't help for one to have active imagination. When I'm swaying into good vibe thoughts, I'm telling myself it's just fantasies. When I'm swaying to bad vibe thoughts, I'm telling myself to stop wasting my time on the negatives.

But it's just that I can rarely stop thinking, imagining, daydreaming, etc. by sheer will. I remember one time at high school, at my final year, two teachers of mine ran into each other when I was talking to one of them, and I went aside for a few moments. I heard them talk about me, saying how I'm smart and brilliant, and if only I could focus at one subject for long enough I could do anything.

And I don't have any ADD/ADHD or anything like it. I was always at the top of my classes (except for math, though if I were actually spending more time in elementary school learning it, I'm sure I could have done this too). It's just... I don't know. A constant itch to know more. Or to get into the bottom of things. And when I feel I'm familiar enough with something, I want to move ahead. Most times this insatiable urge is for the best, but sometimes, like now, it can make me feel insecure - that this passion of mine, which comprise so much of me, doesn't worth much. Impracticable. I don't know, I'm babbling. I actually didn't mean to write all of this now, and didn't know I will.

Anyway, in about 7 hours my family and I will be looking for homes in areas-that-might-be-in-dispute-but-at-least-are-in-Jerusalem-which-is-not-East-Jerusalem.

Wish us luck, and kick-ass future neighbors.