Greetings and salutations from a remarkable buoyant Quirky Muffin headquarters, currently floating out into the middle of the Irish Sea thanks to positive mental energy and a healthy dose of imagination. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! Or non-alcoholic rum substitute, at least. It was made within sight of molasses, if nothing else. It's really scary that rum is literally made of fermented sugar things, isn't it? That is a fact that needs to be forgotten.
Ah, 'tis a good day, after time enough to think at last, and catch up on some of the more minor things of existence. Coursework is being picked up and may actually get finished, and a couple of days worth of (involuntary) holiday means that a whole week of preparation can get done too. The serial stories here in Muffin-land might even get pushed along. We will have to see, but some serious recharging is in progress here. Things may happen.
In random news, which has already bored many people in e-mail in the last few days, the 'Thunderbirds' co-operative game (plus 'Tracy Island' expansion) is pretty neat and tight. It may be the only good licenced game in existence for me, mainly because so many others are war games. It seems as if there will never be a good 'Star Trek' board game, which is disappointing but understandable. The strengths of 'Trek' are diverse and difficult to capture, and deeply tied in to the solidity and aspirational nature of the original show. 'YINSH' and 'Africana' remain to be played, but high hopes are being held! YINSH! Gesundheit.
Now, moving along, the good thing about teaching English as well as Mathematics is that you get to dig into magazines for articles to use as comprehension fodder. Personally, I prefer rummaging through 'The Atlantic' and 'The Smithsonian'. Today, in a big hit for promoting literacy, the former furnished this lovely article about practical archaeology and the nature of humanity now as compared to our more 'primitive' forebears. Guess who comes off the worse in the comparison? I will leave you, the imaginary reader of this fine weblog, to draw your own conclusions.
Ah, Orpheus, come forth and blow your dream pipes. Please, please, let your recent bagpipes experiment have come to an end...