To me, Homecoming weekend, means more proctoring, more grading, and more suffering. watching people rescued from the roofs, sometimes without any proper clothing, or at least, hearing that, over, and over from the townies.

So, yeah, glad I am no longer in academia.

Men at Work, speak my language.

This is how I would describe a tall, strong, sturdy, well-built man.

6 ft 4, full of muscle.

Overthinking is often a sign that your intuition is trying to warn you, of something, but it cannot point a finger, yet.

My overthinking process was always right.

The brain / body / soul picks up the danger when it alarms you; but it cannot name it.

Brains are strange little nighttime screenwriters.

One month, psychological horror; the next month, “what if everyone behaved normally for once?”

Human beings invented “joking questions” specifically to survive emotional vulnerability without exploding into dust like Victorian poets.

You don’t learn a country from “Best Hidden Beaches in somewhere.”
You learn it from someone complaining about council rates while fixing a fence in the rain.

That’s anthropology.

You understand a country faster through what people argue about.

Who would have thought that the French have a cake called croquembouche, made of lots of cream puffs stacked together? It’s basically a tower of cream puffs. And why should Oceania have that, but not here?!

“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.”

A famous quote by the ancient Chinese philosopher Lao Tzu.

Found this on a tissue box we purchased a while ago.

Today’s news is tomorrow’s fish and chips wrapper.