Leslie thinks I'm funny to find things funny... when nobody else thinks that they are. She says that I am ``socially constructing humor.''
For example...
We were in class, discussing different theoretical takes on international comparative education. We are divided into groups, to discuss what type of proposal would be put together by different schools of thought on an ESL program in Arizona.
A girl from the group which presented the ``critical theory'' stance told the class about their plan, and said something like: ``Then we'd send the students out to work, and tell them `go do your social construction of knowledge.' '' I thought it was hilarious, the idea of telling elementary school kids to get busy socially constructing knowledge. So I started laughing... and nobody else did. I looked like a weirdo once again.
:(
I later asked Leslie whether she thought I was strange. She answered: ``You're non-normative.'' What a diplomat she is.
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Patrice and I went to a very nice cafe in San Francisco Saturday night, and spoke with the French owner of the place.
He concurs that FLOUR DOES NOT TASTE THE SAME HERE. I was shocked the 3 first times I baked with brown flour, and the 3 first times I ate brown pasta. THEY TASTE LIKE CARDBOARD.
I was wondering whether my tastebuds had taken on a funny slant, or whether the brands of food I had purchased were simply awful... and it seems that it is not only me: flour in California is horrible.
The man at the cafe, for instance, said that it is impossible for them to have crêpes on the menu because the flour is too bad and the result is horrible. He also insisted that baked goods, bread and cakes, cannot taste the same thing because of the flour and... the odd tasting water.
Yuk.
I miss my flour. Bouh-ouh-ouh!
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Patrice left this morning. I sent him this note, sent by Prof. S... who knows my feminist stance:
Subject: The LOST CHAPTER IN GENESIS
So God asked him, "What is wrong with you?"
Adam said he didn't have anyone to talk to.
God said that He was going to make Adam a companion
and that it would be a woman.
God said, "This person will gather food for you, cook
for you, and when you discover clothing she'll wash it for you.
She will always agree with every decision you make.
She will bear your children and never ask you to get up in the middle of
the night to take care of them.
She will not nag you and will always be the first to
admit she was wrong when you've had a disagreement.
She will never have a headache and will freely give
you love and passion whenever you need "it."
Adam asked God, "What will a woman like this cost?"
God replied, "An arm and a leg."
Then Adam asked, "What can I get for a rib?"
The rest is history. Patrice says he's made a good deal trading a rib for me.
;] - Mouahahahah!
He's too generous.
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We went out to a great restaurant in Palo Alto last night, where they were playing jazz. The food was EXCELLENT.
On the way back, though, we were both all dressed up (you know us), and I was wearing my heels, and having had maybe one or two ounces too many to drink, I... tripped over a hose on the sidewalk.
He tried to catch me as I fell, but I took him along in my fall.
We landed both on our backs, head facing the direction we were coming from, laughing at our dressed up selves flat on the sidewalk.
He ended up with a large cut on his middle finger (see picture), and I ended up with a tiny scratch on my ankle, and a massive bruise on my shin.
;)
Laughed it off, and made it to the bus station in time.
;)
Speaking with a class mate this morning, I came up with the idea of having a bonding activity in which people of the school of ed could learn a few basics of breakfalls...
We'll see how that can materialize...
;)
