What?
I don't think I managed to get my tongue out of my mouth to say it today when my boss told me that his great uncle was Chair of Chicago's Trustees in the 60s.
Ancestors
I finally discovered the origins of my Italian ancestors yesterday. One quarter of my genetic material resided for time out of mind, I suspect, in the Commune of Reino in Benevento. It seems that some of the Sindaci (Mayors) of Reino are related to me.
Medical Note
One of my friends has been showing indications of low spirits on her blog lately. She is suffering from the awful condition first identified by the French physician at Quebec De Rocheard as "Sectum ex Chicagoense," or withdrawal from Chicago. Unfortunately, I suffer from it, too, and I suspect that we are suffering from the complex form, whose symptoms include:
1. Obsessive longing for a conversation that mentions Plato, ScavHunt, etc.
2. Desire to be near someone named Diamond D, not necessarily to see said person but to know that said person is watching over them like a friendly vulture from some place called "Admin
3. Profound weakness when separated from oolitic limestone. Some sufferers have, by mistake, simply been classified as oolite addicts.
4. Dreams about being lost in the midst of Gothic architecture with a paper whose title has nothing to do with the body of the paper.
5. Muttering in one's sleep "It's omelettes tonight at Center Stage, yummy."
There's only one remedy, I am afraid. Strangely, I may be taking the cure a day earlier than expected. Unfortunately, I'll need to change my ticket to do so.
ESA(20030826.1)
I don't think I managed to get my tongue out of my mouth to say it today when my boss told me that his great uncle was Chair of Chicago's Trustees in the 60s.
Ancestors
I finally discovered the origins of my Italian ancestors yesterday. One quarter of my genetic material resided for time out of mind, I suspect, in the Commune of Reino in Benevento. It seems that some of the Sindaci (Mayors) of Reino are related to me.
Medical Note
One of my friends has been showing indications of low spirits on her blog lately. She is suffering from the awful condition first identified by the French physician at Quebec De Rocheard as "Sectum ex Chicagoense," or withdrawal from Chicago. Unfortunately, I suffer from it, too, and I suspect that we are suffering from the complex form, whose symptoms include:
1. Obsessive longing for a conversation that mentions Plato, ScavHunt, etc.
2. Desire to be near someone named Diamond D, not necessarily to see said person but to know that said person is watching over them like a friendly vulture from some place called "Admin
3. Profound weakness when separated from oolitic limestone. Some sufferers have, by mistake, simply been classified as oolite addicts.
4. Dreams about being lost in the midst of Gothic architecture with a paper whose title has nothing to do with the body of the paper.
5. Muttering in one's sleep "It's omelettes tonight at Center Stage, yummy."
There's only one remedy, I am afraid. Strangely, I may be taking the cure a day earlier than expected. Unfortunately, I'll need to change my ticket to do so.
ESA(20030826.1)
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