sometimes one runs a menu through a translation web site. occasionally, this produces truly amusing results….

“His ball was smoking with tomato cream dried on a fibre, a lettuce ”

in the plethora of free time I rather suddenly find myself with, I’m somewhat surprised to learn that socializing and reading just isn’t enough. fortunately, I found a book in alexandria that might just solve my problem. it’s called ”the pocket dangerous book for boys.“ Within its pages contain such gems as making a bow and arrow, or a go-cart. To while my time in a more productive manner, I’ve taken to flipping the book to a random page and following whatever instructions present themselves. Thus far I’ve refreshed my knowledge of useful knots, and am still attempting to master ‘the basic vanish’ (think coin tricks. interesting to learn I’m terrible at distraction ; ) Unfortunately, today’s task is to make a quill pen. Out of a feather. Only this requires procuring a feather in the middle of a capital city. Short of spending the afternoon chasing pigeons, I’m flummoxed. 

It’s pretending to snow again. I say pretending because while there are distinct white globes flying like hell outside my window, that’s the only evidence. Not a single flake remains on overhangs, decorative moldings, or any other potentially viable architectural details. Including, of course, the street. Of slight recompense is the fact that some odd current keeps causing the flakes I’m watching to shoot rather violently upwards.

In other news…

”A man found Ft 6 million while digging around in his back yard. The banknotes had been thrown out of the bathroom window by his neighbor, who had stolen the money from a friend.“

“A participant in the Budapest-Bamako rally is currently being held in Bamako prison for flying one of those powered hang glider thingies too close to the US embassy and waving a camera about.”

I seem to be a bit confused. I’ve started spring cleaning. call it hope.