coldhearted scientist وداد

Bonjour, toi, et bonne semaine! As the sun moves into Scorpio and the Indian summer fades our work week for this term will reduce itself to 84 hours, shrinking with the year. Our sensibilities may not be as fine as those of some exquisite sufferers, but we are still the most beautiful of all professors.

Walking to the offices yesterday I passed by the bandstands, to be accosted by a Dominican band leader waiting his turn. He said, to my slight amazement: el amor es un ejercicio saludable, y usted está buena. This rated as the raunchiest piropo I had ever heard and can you believe that, I said to my colleague the drummer. I wish someone would say something like that to me, said he, but I have heard that they do.

And he shouted Eh! Là-bas! to his own band leader and I sauntered off to work, a pointy-headed intellectual in pointy shoes. And it is a dry eighty degrees and the light has that October slant, and there are golden pumpkins and music behind every door. Suffer, bitchez, suffer if you will.

Axé.