The question du jour is, “Which one ‘weighs’ more?” Some would say words and personality are not concrete things, while interactions and actions are, and can thus be judged. But people are whimsical. They frequently enjoy doing things without thought, and some of these things are one-shot deals. So how much can one [validly] judge these? Then there’s the question of how “concrete” actions are. So someone blows up at you. Or, to take a better and more relevant example, say someone perpetually asks “why?” The question itself (“why?”) is going to be applied liberally in almost every conversation. But so is the reasoning behind the question and the chain…

I’m allowed to call Jenny a cripple. She got her foot run over by a golf cart and has to wear a boot. So Jenny picked me up for lunch around 11:30, and we ate lunch at Qdoba’s. I immediately dived into good conversation–asking anything and everything that would give me a bead on Jenny’s state of mind and being. And since she seemed equally curious, I gave as good as I got, although it was awkward for me to talk about Terre Haute friends. I’ve always made a point of not chattering about Charlotte friends to Terre Haute people–I tend to assume a lack of interest, and unless something…

I’m ridiculously pleased I went ahead and ran Friday after work, because I woke up this morning short on sleep and with barely enough energy to scrub my bathroom semi-clean one last time. If I’d had some Ajax, that bathroom would be polished, but many people don’t seem to think to buy the hard stuff, it seems. At any rate, I was up at 06:30. I cleaned, I ate, I threw away tons of stuff I couldn’t take home with me and didn’t have time to properly dispose of–I’d replaced my wardrobe of pants about a month ago, and hadn’t made time or arrangements to take the old clothes to…

The cheese had the tang of cheddar and only a hint of fermented-ness. The bread was soft and yummy and only slightly sour (because the starter had only been sitting for three days). Cheese fondue was a success and my initial impression has been changed drastically. Then there was the chocolate. And the bananas. Oh… I’m something of a [closet] sensualist, and the difference in types of sweetness, temperature (the bananas were chilled), and texture, along with the sheer pleasure of mixing the sharper sweetness of bananas with smoothness of milky dark chocolate is enough to keep me fascinated and interested in eating far past any “full” signals my body…

Today was surprisingly nice. I had a rough night last night, but I came in to work early, got work started and done, and had a little fun in the process. Like lunch by scum pond with Luke. (Ah, sunlight. That thing I only see when I’m going home and when I go to bed…) Or a ridiculously fun ride on a pallet through the academic buildings with Luke and Dr. 7. Or the fondue the lab girls have planned. Jenn and I did cheese fondue this past Saturday, and I have to admit I was disappointed. I just don’t like the taste of fermented things (like wine), and it…