I just got a note from a French grad student who is writing a thesis paper on gods in Alabama. Or, as she called it — as ALL the French apparently call it—-The Day I Killed Jim. I went to look up the translator’s name and stumbled across this webpage. It is a French psychology webzine (as far as I can tell), and THE DAY I KILLED JIM is their recommended read.
YAY, but also Wha???? because look how google has translated the site’s menu. Kama Sutra, sure, that’s um, plenty psychological, and just under that? Are what appear to be instructions on how to MAKE A PSYCHO?
Don’t we have enough of those? Perhaps the French are running low. OH Google Translator, such wacky linguistic hijinks! I wish I read French, so I could figure out what exactly it all really means. Also, apropos of nothing, did you know there is a YA novel called THE DAY I KILLED JAMES. In English. JAMES, not Jim, so this is a more formal murder. The French version of my book is a little more relaxed, and if we want to get downright shorts and flip flops casual, perhaps somewhere there is a book titled The Day I Killed Bubba.
Mr. Husband just came home after what felt like 17 years on a work trip. He was SO excited to be home that he was very giddy in the airport. If you know Scott, he is not a giddy person. He is thoughtful, quiet, introspective, SMART—LOOK I will sum him up VISUALLY for you. Look, here is his light airplane pleasure reading: Scientific American and some religious philosophy.
SO he is walking at a good clip toward baggage claim, and this couple is coming toward him. The man half of the couple has many MANY bags. The lady half has almost no bags. As they come toward him, they have this conversation.
Man: That is a very far gate.
Lady: Your FACE is a very far gate.
Scott opened his mouth to holler YOUR MOM’S FACE IS A VERY FAR GATE, and he barely stopped himself in time. That’s how giddy he was.
I am SO GLAD TO HAVE HIM BACK. He brings the Less Crazy and The Happy with him.
Also, anyone been ziplining? In the spirit of BLOG MORE< I have decided to take up ziplining. Or, as I like to call it, Dying in a Gulch. Will I die in a gulch? Would you do it? HAVE YOU DONE IT?