Happy New Year and please say hi to Adar.

Last year (Chinese year) I gave you many versions of the New Year song. This year I sang it at my desk, instead. My singing is very croaky and off-key right now, so if you want various clips from you tube, let me know and I shall find them again.

This is a calendrically interesting week in all sorts of ways, because Adar I starts tomorrow. This means that Purim Katan is not so far away. It also means that I kept getting tangled between the Chinese New year song and one of the tunes to Shir Ha Ma'alot (not the 'Waltzing Matilda' one - my brain is tangled, but not *that* tangled). Also Smetana's Moldau. At least when I sing the chorus of "Gong Shi ni" it's boppy and it repeats and so that bit, at least, I get right. Well, mostly.

The big Purim isn't until March (leap year - lots of Purims!) and it's on a Sunday. Anyone who wants to come and drink my alcohol (I have no money, but I still have alcohol!) and dress up and create a Purim spiel should remember March 20. They should also invite themselves, because I am hopelessly absent-minded right now and am highly unlikely to remember the invitation thing. It'll be late afternoon/early evening, BYO food. RPG friends particularly welcome. If there are no RPG friends we shall use my venerable (21 years old) script. The first non-locals who invite themselves get my library floor to sleep on.

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I'm still full of woe, but my computer is surprisingly full of words. I had completely forgotten that when I get woeful I pull concepts to pieces* and when I pull concepts to pieces I get words. What this means is that I feel as if I've done nothing but complain and play mahjong-solitaire on my computer recently, but somehow I am ahead of where I meant to be with my dissertation.

Not that I am not complaining about being ahead! I'm complaining about the Weather (so many sequential thunderstorms make me swell up like a balloon and right now I look fantastically strange, but I am not comfortable) and I'm complaining about Things that Won't Go Right.

Also I'm complaining about thunder. Because it's there. And it is related to the Weather that makes me look so oddly dwarven.





*You so don't want to argue with me when I feel woeful. The more I hurt physically, the faster I lose the sweet parts of myself. I don't say nasty things, but I cut to the core and demolish arguments. I first discovered this when I did competition debating, a lifetime ago. When I was a happy little bunny, I was ineffective and charming; but when I was really upset or when I hurt, I was a force to be reckoned with. Which reminds me, I need to email a friend from my team. I owe him much communication. He put up with me as captain for three years, 32 years ago. For that he gets me forgetting to reply to his emails. Life isn't fair, is it? And now I have a footnote that's longer than the text. This means that I am fully-functioning academic (temporarily).

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I remember what I forgot the other day! Does anyone want an open post for questions? I can't remember when the last one was, so I thought I should ask.