So he shepherded them according to the integrity of his heart, and guided them with his skillful hands.
As I got ready to leave for Commonside this morning, a random thought popped into my head:
If wishes were fishes…
only the conclusion to it came to me as:
…beggars would ride.
Now I can’t, for the life of me, remember what the right way to say those two idioms is. Somebody help me out, please!
I learned last night one reason people hate Americans: they’re so loud! Some new students have moved into our wing of the 10th floor, and every night I’m about ready to throttle them. I would like to ask, nicely of course, if they need to shout about everything. And bang on doors like maniacs. And talk loudly when talking softly will do. I could literally transcribe their conversations from two rooms down, and that’s them talking normally and me with my door shut.
On a brighter, less complainy subject, I noticed lots of business men here (I see tons of them every morning) wear pink or purple ties with their suits. So I’m starting a count. So far today I’ve seen 6 guys in purple ties and 2 in pink. Yesterday I saw 2 in pink ties and 1 in purple. I wonder if there’s a plot-able trend here?
Another thing I wondered about was how many people read one individual Metro newspaper. Then I spent a while thinking of ways to track that, and about how it would actually make an interesting project – kind of like tracking migratory patterns in birds, only with inanimate objects.
We can see a train-station-like building to the northwest (?) of here. For a long time we thought it was Paddington, and Mike attempted to verify this via the internet. To settle our minds I walked there yesterday, kind of randomly heading in the direction I’d seen it from the IES building. Turns out it’s not so much Paddington as Earls Court, a concert venue. Who knew?
And as a final random thought, Commonside held a huge event called Around the World in 80 Minutes at which I took about 200 pictures and got a henna tattoo on my palm.