Quick one

Here is a list of things acquired over Valentine's Day:


  1. A wildflower, handpicked.
  2. A photograph of a tiny tiny tiny tiny flower.
  3. A brain-shaped hand-made card (just don't ask).
  4. A hug.
  5. A Valentine IOU.
  6. Four text messages, and one intended-but-didn't-get-round-to-it text message.

That's right, Valentine's Day corporatism extracted not one penny from me or the items dedicated to me in Valentine-related efforts. So, hah.

Well, except the text messages. But still.

People spend vast amounts of money on self-amusement. Movies, theme parks, concerts, waterfront resorts, skiing holidays, parties, clubs, alcohol. I am equally fond of such endeavours, of course (especially those waterfront resorts), but here is a brief list of things that, together, may amuse me for approximately 85 minutes, e.g. between lectures:


  1. A stack of old newspapers.
  2. A fifth floor window.
  3. A marker.

Yes, I spent approximately 85 minutes dangling out of a fifth floor window, littering the ground far below and around with poorly made newspaper airplanes, upon which were written:

NEWSFLASH: GRAVITY STILL WORKS
Now I'm off for a walk. If I set out deliberately to get lost, can I ever really be lost?