Its A Small World After All

Soooo, for those of you who know me, I am a complete nerd. Today, we will discuss one of my beloved nerdy subjects: microorganisms

There is so much to love and so much diversity. But for some reason, I have always been entertained by t4 bacteriophage [the little bugger below].

These suckers are the viruses that infect bacteria. Didn't someone once say "the enemy of our enemy is our friend"? or something like that. But that is not why I love these guys. And actually bacteria are our friends too. I just think these viruses look so cool. In fact, they are so incredible awesome, that I have one as the background of my phone. It was a picture from my MCAT book. I couldn't resist. Plus they basically poop their genetic material into the bacteria. Poop is a great word. And it is illustrated below.

I wanted to be one of these dudes for Halloween. Although it will definitely take some planning. One of these years, I will be one. Or one of my poor children (when I have them like a bazillion years from now) will be forced into a t4 bacteriophage costume. Can't you just see that now? Screw the pumpkin, the lady bug, the pea pod... My offspring will be intellects from their very first Halloween.

And their toys.

They will not have stuffed ponies or puppies or barbies or toy cars. NO. They will have stuffed Giant Microbes. So many choices to choose from. I will get them all. And teach them about every single little microbe from Giardia and Syphilis to Leishmania or Penicillin. The possibilities are endless. And I encourage you to enjoy that site as well. They make great "Get Well Soon" gifts I think. Please get sick so I can send you one.

Here's my t4 buddy:

Good Luck with finals!!!!!

From A Balance Beam

So first, to my nonexistent collection of readers, I must first apologize for the past few emo blog posts. They are completely out of character, but I felt I had earned the right to be an emo, depressing, obnoxiously complaining chick after a particularly crappy life experience... But I felt shame at the same time. So to you (now 4), I give my most sincere apologies.

So hello there world. I played racquetball with my good, extremely red-headed friend Nandi last night.

Yes, he is white with the reddest hair you will ever see, not Indian as you might suppose. But there was a collection of creepy dark grey manikins at the gym. And they had awkward genitalia, if you get my gist. Especially the male ones. More like woman parts actually. But we were so tempted, and I am still tempted, to move them into one of the courts. Or something. It seemed funny at the time. But now that I am writing it out, it sounds absolutely retarded probably.

But you must know the most pathetic thing I did today. See, I didn't sleep last night too much. Actually 2 hours and 52 minutes to be exact. So after biochemistry today I went to chillax on these chair on campus that are very cushiony. I can curl up enough on them or combine them to make a bed. So today, I curled up like I was in the womb (I actually had this barbie when I was a kid) or something and noticed myself dozing off..... dangerous man, very dangerous.... So do you know what I did? I set an alarm on my phone to go off in an hour and ten minutes later to wake me up in time for my next class I was actually going to. Genetics wasn't deemed worth my time, so I decided to doze away.

I know my Genetics teacher and TAs hate me. See, they know I never pay attention. I rest my feet up on the bar in front of me and recline with my eyes only focused on my laptop.... My brain on everything but Genetics. But I've earned the right to do that since I have one of the highest grades in the class. I love it when a teacher or TA's are a jerk and I can just shut them up. I can be a bit vengeful ( I absolutely love The Count of Monte Cristo). I particularly had a thing against the teacher and TA's in this class because when I used to pay attention in the first month of classes, they were mean. My teacher was a jerk when anyone asked him a question and the TA once asked me to not come back to class because he thought I had been talking... which I hadn't. He was pretty rude. My friend suggested I should have handed him a tampon at the time. I wish I had been so quick on my feet.

But enough of my tangent. Which speaking of, my friend Grant and I have decided that everyone loves a good rant and tangents. And that there should be a band called "Rants and Tangents". Don't steal that. Its copyrighted.

But enough of tangents on tangents. The moral of my story was that I was pathetic enough to set my alarm on my phone in public with a bunch of people around while I dozed on a comfy chair.

Adam

So there is this excellent movie, called Adam. And I will forewarn you, if you haven't seen the movie, I will be giving away much of it, aka the ending.

So I just got back into town. I had an excellent few hours on the road, and I wasn't even bummed about the 40 minute standstill. Driving is thinking time. I blasted mindless radio music, my hands not at 2 and 10, my mind on a roller-coaster. And the movie Adam popped in my head. At the end, he receives a package from a girl named Beth, with a book. Enclosed is a note: "Look how far we've come". Someone I once knew, asked me what I thought it meant. What happened to the characters once the screen stopped rolling. I didn't know.

But now I think I do. A happy ending does not necessarily mean getting back together with the one you thought was the one. It does not necessarily mean your life becomes what you had thought was meant to be. Instead, this happy ending was about growth. Those people were important people and just because it didn't turn out as you had thought, everything happens for a reason. It wasn't important whether or not Adam got back together with Beth. What mattered was that he had changed. He thought he could only be happy with her and he thought he could only survive with her. But it was the challenge of going against everything he thought, that he proved himself wrong.

I think I decided that Adam does not get back with Beth. Instead, she retains an eternal spot in his heart, for the impact she caused in his life. And he can now move on in his life and grow up. And start fresh. Or maybe he does get back with her. Actually I still don't know what happens. I thought I did for a second there. But now I can't be sure. But who knows.

Obviously I have no idea what the writers of the movie personally intended. I'd like to think they knew what they wanted, and just didn't include it so as the frustrate the viewers. Open endings are both soooo unsatisfying, but oh so good. That much I can say.

But I too would like to send a letter one day, simply saying, "Look how far we've come". I am not sure of my intentions either. Only that I hope one day I can send it.

I leave you with another quote from the movie:

"Liars is all you gonna run across in this world. A mans gotta learn the difference between just plain liars, and liars, worth lovin. " - Harlan

A Poetic Analysis

So, I have been lucky enough to have had time to read lately. I accidentally left my book of Robert Frost poems at school, but I found another copy on the bar in my house... it was meant to be.

Something about Mr. Frost, has always intrigued me, but I could never quite figure it out. I was reading a poem called, "A Dream Pang" which just hit a chord in me. I went through it on my own and thought about each line. And then I decided to go online to discussions on Robert Frost poems. I am a spiritual person. Nature, for me, is church or synagogue or whatever you want to call it. Touching the bark on a knotty tree, hearing the rustle of the leaves on a Populus fremontii as the wind blows through (thanks to aquatic plants I can identify a lot plants), the smell of the ground. It is always so isolating, but peaceful and I feel myself melting in with the world. And that is how it feels reading Robert Frost poems. Its like the bible of nature... at least to me.

The woods are a common theme in his poetry. While the meaning varies from poem to poem, it typically represents his isolation from other people. He sees this as simultaneous both positive and negative.

And then I came upon a poem, which seemed to epitomize my current situation in life: "Revelation". It is a poem about lying about ourselves and then true colors being shown afterwards. And then you are left with nothing but yourself (both the hider and the seeker). It is about extinction, isolation, and a "break in relation".

I also found someone elses different interpretation, a little less applicable, but interesting none-the-less:

" I have a feeling that this poem is more about the seeker than the hider. The surface reading is that, yes, we create personas for ourselves, and therefore alienate ourselves from each other ("a place apart...afar...away"). Also, the speaker says that in the end, those of us who are too good at concealing ourselves are forced to "speak and tell us

where they are." However, I think Frost thinks it unfortunate that the hider must give himself away. Think about hide and seek. The fun of the game is the power struggle, the difficulty of finding a good hider. What happens though, when someone is too good at hiding? The seeker says, "I give up. Where are you?" Unless the hider wants to be abandoned and left completely alone, he is forced to yell out, "I'm in the closet." This ruins the game, and takes away that exciting moment for both players when the discovery is made (the revelation!). The same goes for our personas.

If we are always stating our literal feelings to try to "inspire the understanding of a friend," we are giving away our hiding places. The true joy in relationships is when we don't just give ourselves away, but we are found "really out." In other words, the moment of revelation can never happen if the hiders out themselves, and the seekers quit seeking. The same goes for God, this poem, and all mysteries. They hide themselves behind metaphor, for when the true seekers find them out, they are blessed with the bliss of revelation. "

I personally think this poem has a plethora of meanings. For me, I don't feel the meaning above is correct, at least when applying it to humans. I think in a religious sense it is profound. But not in terms of human-to-human relationships. I read it as individuals hiding their true selves behind a mask of lies. As one analysis said:

"In this poem the first stanza really tells it all. He says "behind light words that tease and flout". He paints the picture that people who lie about who they really are disguise their true image with lies or "light words that tease". These lies tend to deceive, or tease. He also goes on to say that "But, oh, the agitated hear, till someone really finds us out." In this phrase he is basically saying, people tend to believe your story, until they find out otherwise, and in most cases, the liar loses a lot of respect."

The 3rd poem today that really touched me was "Reluctance" which spoke to the man's reluctance to accept the end of any aspect of life. It serves as a metaphor, comparing the ever changing nature of the seasons to life. We as humans are unwilling to "bow and accept the end/Of a love or a season". But Frost, is not saying this is weakness, but rather strength. The poem also states that "Ah, when to the heart of man/Was it ever less than a treason/To go with the drift of things/To yield with a grace to reason"

To me, that means to fight. To not give up. Some people say it is about the fight to stop the inevitable, or death. And perhaps it is. But to me, it is about beating the seemingly inevitable. You can't just let life flow by, "to go with the drift of things", you must fight to make a change and to go for what you want, even when it seems inevitable that you can never succeed. So in my opinion, reluctance is a good thing. You have to be a fighter.

If you want to read some more Robert Frost poems, the following are also really good:

"The Road Not Taken"

"Nothing Gold Can Stay"

"Birches"

"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"

"Acquainted With the Night"

"Out, Out..."

"Mending Wall"

And Happy Thanksgiving !!!!!

The Road Not Taken

Today is an emo blog. Woohooo. I figure you always gotta throw in one of those every once in awhile. Robert Frost is one of my favorite poets. Perhaps he is not obscure enough to be cool, and my favorite Frost poems particularly not obscure enough to boast about. But maybe that's why they are not obscure. Because they are so good.

The Road Not Taken

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Today, I went to this great little restaurant called Blue Willow with my parents. They have this gift shop there and these little charms with vintage-looking art and quotes. One of them had a fleur-de-lis and said "The Road Not Taken". It got me thinking. You got to live your life. And while I presume pretty much every road has been taken you can still find one that makes you happy. Actually, that's what my mom said. She said it's not the one less taken, but the one that makes you happy.

And I guess that true. I have had many a zen moment by myself in a park or pathway overly taken. Those are the best thinking moments. And driving with your windows down and that crisp air blowing through your hair. Especially my wildly awesome hair. I could never figure out why hair blows forward when the window is open. I figure it should blow backwards.

So anyways. I feel like I live life pretty good. I may not be the partier or be the crazy life of the party (although sometimes I am). I am actually a pretty weird, lo-key, overachieving, nerd. I go after what I want. Generally. But I realized today, that I wanted to do more things in my life. To stop waiting around. To do what I want. You can't let worries or questions hold you back. I think it will work out in the end. Whatever it is supposed to be. Although it may not be what you think is right, right now in your life. But sometimes you gotta dive in and not sell yourself out short and not let anyone or anything stop you. Because honestly, in the end you have to be a bit selfish. If you keep giving yourself up and up and up, you wont have anything left. And then you'll wake up one day and say "What the bleep did I do with my life??" It might be 2 years later. or 20 years later. But I don't intend to ever associate with those words in any way.

I am not saying you have to be a loner who is selfish and uncaring. Quite the opposite. You have to be around people who bring you up, who you care about, and vice versa. yup. yeah........

So enough of my emo blog. Hope you had a good weekend. I sure did.

Cheerio!

Rendezvous

I love the word rendezvous. I like to say it normally, rendezvous, but I also like to say it like, ren-dezz-vowss. But that's besides the point. This weekend was pretty awesome. And for those out there who think I am anti-social, you got one coming to you. Friday I hit up some Espresso Art and watched everyone smoke hookah, while Nello and I made fun of slutty sorority girls who couldn't walk in their prostitute shoes. The sad part was that we made particular fun of one of them, and then she came over to compliment me. Poor girl, she didn't realize our blatantly obvious jokes at her expense.

Then I went to 4th Ave. for my friend's 21st birthday. Wow, do trashy Mexican dudes love me. And I was just wearing jeans and boots and a plaid button-down shirt. I don't particularly enjoy attention from men, especially not from those types. But I guess that's why they don't have a women. They whistle and shout things at women. Way to stay classy men. So we eventually hit up my new favorite bar, The Buffet, where I conversed [whilst standing in everyone's way] with my friend's friend about crazy ER stories. Such stories included one about a 37-year-old man sticking a pool noodle (those floating things) up his you-know-what... long story short, he now has a colostomy bag for the rest of his life. Bummois. And some dude sneezed and his guts exploded out of the stitches from his appendectomy. He had his innards in a plastic bag..

And then someone dared me to go talk to this dude who was all alone, but I was pretty sure (from the expression on his face) that he was alone for a reason..... he had to vomit.... and after a trip to the restroom shortly thereafter, I am pretty sure he took care of business. But alas, I never had the courage to say hello to the loner.

Oh, and did I forget to mention that the parentals are visiting? And they are currently sleeping here, in my lovely little house.... on my lovely little bed.

I got the couch..... yay... and currently find myself on my abused laptop.

But I did get a good deal out of it. My mom wanted to help me clean my house, which I refused to let her do. But when we went to Urban Outfitters, she would only get me the clothes if I let her help me clean up.... How could I refuse?????... but really, I hate having other people clean. I can never find things then. Lame-o.

Hope you all had such a cool weekend. And by you all, I mean, the two people who read my blog out of pity. That's okay. I have no idea why I actually am doing this blog. And continuing it. Perhaps its for my own mental sanity. But actually I think its mostly as a distraction. I get bored. And it is something to do besides watch the History Channel or pay attention in class or study. Although the History Channel is generally on at the same time. I can't get enough of it. One might say I am addicted. But I don't think rehab is the next step..

Well good night world.... And Good Night Moon. (in Hebrew).

This book is ingenious. Love it

The Best Week Ever

So, I turned 21 Friday. It was pretty sweet. We hit up some places on 4th Ave. and can I just say it felt great to exercise my adult privileges: reaching into my purse and whipping out a valid ID to enter into that mysterious world. My thumbs coolly pinching the card between my hands and flicking it towards some bouncer, who would shortly thereafter wish me a Happy Birthday. Bob and Anonymous got quite the exercise. Fun fun times. I can't lie. I feel pretty awesome. I can look down at all you under 21-ers and laugh. Hahahaahhahaha. I will never again feel that little- kid feeling. I am an ADULT!!!

And then Saturday provided some much needed chillaxing. We hit up Macaroni Grill. I really wanted to be embarrassed with Italian singing. I think its a form of masochism , minus the sexual bit. A man singing ridiculously conspicuously does not give me sexual pleasure. That would be really weird. Also, the bread at Macaroni Grill is amazing, as you all know. That warm rosemary goodness dipped in olive oil with cracked pepper and you can't forget the balsamic vinegar dribbles in that olive oil deliciousness. However, at the end of the night came the greatest disappointment- they didn't have one of their infamous Italian singers. There was another guy who could sing it, but was way to embarrassed to do it, despite our efforts at coercion. But the waiter/singer tried to make it up to me by putting 21 candles on my piece of chocolate cake. Although he only succeeded in putting on 7. One of my lucky numbers.

So then Monday rolled around, and I had a medical school interview at U of A. My interviewer was a physicist. Sort of interesting. He was pretty straight laced. I wouldn't have minded a goofy laid-back weirdo instead. He asked the weirdest question though: "What is professionalism? Like how is having a profession different from having a job?"........ Really??? Really?? Are you serious?? For Realz??? He proceeded to explain that being a physician is a profession but being an anthropologist or having your Ph.D in some subject and doing research and/or teaching is not a profession. It was really weird. I wasn't sure how to talk about it since I disagreed with his comment. My professor's jobs are a profession. Especially the one's I like.

Well, I managed to survive this week, and my two tests today, and my genetics test Friday which I hope to survive.

Also, I discovered this word today - Schadenfreude - I think that this is a pretty sweet word. I would like to use it in conversation. Tomorrow I will create a conversation just so I can use it. Yes, I would do that. I also have imaginary conversations in my head about how I would like real future conversations to go down with people. They never transpire like they do in my head.

This was the image that came up for the Schadenfreude. It doesn't make much sense

Perhaps you can explain. It reminds me of an awesome show:

[The Gorgeous Tiny Chicken Machine Show]

These are the 2 best episodes of Gorgeous Tiny Chicken Machine Show.

I strongly encourage you to check them out.

- Dream Time

- Famous Movie Star

My Thumbs Just Turned 21!!!

So today, November 12, 2011, is the biggest day of my life. Yes, I am turning the big two-one and Bob and Anonymous are truly in for an adventure. It will start this evening, perhaps around 10-ish??? Who knows. I can't make plans. So don't ever make plans with me. I live rather on the spur of the moment....aka, I don't do anything but sit in my house by myself. Actually I shouldn't say that. I have friends, although some might beg to differ. The problem is that among my friends I am stuck with the one normal name, and when one of them found out my name was not actually Aizleigh, he tried to erase that confession from his mind. See, they have names like Nandi and Valmiki, and Nelofar, and are named after chicks in a song that are raped. Oh , and then there is the hyphenated Jon-Erik. Alone, Jon and Erik are terribly cliche, but add a little dash inbetween and voila!! Welcome to the "Cool Names Club". I am an impersonator. But luckily, as hippies, they are very accepting of the normalcy of my name. Thank you.

So this evening, my thumbs get to rummage through my Mary Poppins never-ending purse to pull out my ID, flash it as some dude at an entrance, and enter into that world I could never enter before. The world of adults. Sorry Josh, now you can't stop you little sister from tagging along. Your excuse won't work anymore. So 4th Ave., here I come. Perhaps one day I will get the nerve up to visit the Meet Rack. To understand what I am referring to and to be entertained simultaneously read every single review here. One day I might be qualified to write a review. Aka, I will go in, and run out with my eyes bleeding.

So tonight will be quite the adventure. And perhaps, if you play your cards right, I will write a censored version of the evening. I am pretty crazy. Its in my Jewish blood. And the fact that I am a Scorpio. I am proud of both. As are my thumbs. Actually, I think my thumbs are non-denominational. But we won't go there.

And since it is my birffday, I will leave you with today's awkward creature, something I am terribly entertained by.: The Star-Nosed Mole.

- this little fellow is just as into thumbs and thumb-like projections as I am.

- it doesn't get much more awkward than this

The Circle of Life (aka school)

I have noticed a funny cycle about semesters. Perhaps you have too. Semesters start out exciting and proactive. You go to all your classes, you pay attention. Then the first round of tests come. You over-study, you don't sleep as much, you worry because you don't know what to expect. And then its all over.

In my Aquatic Plants and the Environment class, my professor told us that you can apply the 50% rule to everything. 50% of the world's wetlands are destroyed, etc etc. On our first exam, he asked us to come up with our own 50% rule.

I wrote: "After the 1st exam, only 50% of students show up to class".

To which my professor replied: " I sure hope not"

But its true. Dr. Glenn is obviously unaware of most things transpiring in his class. And even if he was aware, he wouldn't care. But the moral of this story is that after the 1st exam, we become lazy. We have become assured in our ability to succeed and stop going to class. Sleep is by far more important.

But then round II of exams comes along. And our grades drop (maybe). And you begin to panic again. And go to class. And spend the rest of the semester having to work harder than you should have to make sure you can get that A. Well, really thats just the story of biochemistry for me. This has been my first class where this is actually the sad fact: I have to attend class.

And you can't wait for the semester to be over, and for what will be to be. And you get ready to repeat this cycle again next semester. We never learn our lessons.

I was looking for a picture about the circle of life. This is what i got:

Two thoughts entered my head:

(1) Who aspires to this?

(2) there are so many things to do with colons....

interesting.......

Karma Strikes Back

My thumbs, or rather my fingers typing, embarrassed me today. I guess it was karma for yesterdays event.

So I was in Veterinary Science on my laptop. This one girl's hair inspired me to do a Google image search for a certain infamous hairstyle. I was trying to find an image of like those hispanic women with those tightly pulled-back overly-gelled ponytails with those bangs that are flipped both backwards and normally...You know what I am talking about, right? well so i typed "really tight ponytail reversed bangs mexican"... it seemed innocent enough... and well, I guess Google has a dirty mind. Somehow the safesearch on my Google had gotten turned off, and instead of showing me images of what I was actually referring to, all that came up was graphic porn. Not even one innocent hairstyle. And everyone around me saw it. And looked. And commented. And I tried to explain what happened. And it was only then that my good friend Ali Raza pointed out how my phrase could be easily misinterpreted.

Despite being embarrassed, I still was determined to find that hair style I wanted, which mind you I still can't. So i went back to Google and cleared the search. Then I clicked on the links part to put on safesearch, but my previous search appeared again. And up again came that graphic porn. I am convinced that one of the people that used my computer took off safe search at some point. Hahahahah. I was sooooo embarrassed. Although the guy sitting next to me thanked me.

On a lighter note, I would like to pay tribute to other primates who share my love of thumbs.

I give you the awkward organism of the day: the Proboscis Monkey. These dudes are awesome. I hope you think so too.

My Favorite Subject: Awkwierdness

So I am not so sure how a blog about the adventures of my thumb can continue. But I assure my two followers (one is me) that I will continue. But the point of today's post is to get you all excited about something I am stoked about: the opportunity to make people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Which brings us to the word of the day:

Awkwierd

- Jon-Erik is the creator of this word, giving birth to the fantastic phrase our freshman

year of college together. It went through some pretty good times

but sort of has faded out. So I am trying to bring it back

in honor of this holiday.

So I challenge you all:

Use this word.

So I am in this class called Aquatic Plants and the Environment. If you are student at U of A and can use this class in your major, I recommend it. Everyone gets an A. You can do whatever you want during class. I personally play Robot Unicorn until my computer dies, and then leave. My friend Nandi watches baseball. We talk and make fun of this one sorority girl in the class - the class has a unanimous consensus that her brain is empty. We create the exams for the class. The class before the exam we make the questions we want on the tests and then when we actually take the test, we can cheat. Our teacher straight up left the room and told us to cheat, and then never came back. Hahaha. And we get to see cool plants like the Victoria regia. I really want to ride one of those. or live on one. or something.... so cool. I just wish all classes were like this.

But so anyways, back to my thumbs. Me and a few other girls always wait for like 40 min for Aquatic Plants to start and always have these rather feminist or female-related conversations. Well, today my thumbs just couldn't wait for "International Make Someone Feel Uncomfortable Day". Us girls were having a fascinating conversation about women who are too young to be having babies and getting married... and well, we all know where these conversations go... to the awkwardness and pain of giving birth. I expressed my freaked-out-ness of something coming out down there (but in not so vague terms) and assisted my comment with some really great hand movements... unfortunately I didn't notice in the room of 5 girls, that there was an awkward Asian grad student, a guy. And, well, my hands along with my comments made him run from the room.

The moral of this story is that you should all participate in "International Make Someone Feel Uncomfortable Day". Its also on my mom's birthday, Nov. 19th, so I have to really come up with something special for the Donna we all know and love. So please, all of you, come up with something you can do to make the people around you feel extremely uncomfortable. And please share it with me... comment here with your ideas. or come back after the fact and tell me. or just tell me about the awkwardness in your life.... it is the cherry on top in my life.

And thumbs up to all you who participate in this most wonderful holiday..... I wish you all good luck!!!!

- I am so glad I am a girl. I think urinals are very awkward.

Our story actually begins many years ago....

If you are reading this blog, you can feel honored in being the only one. You may be wondering why the heck I decided to start a blog (I have been vehemently against them for years) or who the heck Bob and Anonymous are. Well I will tell you:

I was sitting in Genetics class, and Dr. Walsh was blabbing about miRNAs??? I have no idea. I do not paying attention. Nor do I ever. My computer is my object of affection during the fifty minutes of Genetics I have tri-weekly. Anyways, I was forced to sign up for Blogger -or whatever it's called - this morning after an unnamed (i just misspelled "unnamed" as "unnaked" twice) offered to let me see an unwritten, hilarious, and unfortunately never-to-be-posted blog. So we then find myself a few hours later bored in Genetics as usual, but this time without my fellow biology nerds, and not in the mood for the most addicting game ever - Robot Unicorn (I just scored 85950, and a score like that can't be trumped). So I decided to write a blog. For no one. I will probably be the only person ever reading thing. But that's cool. And perhaps a bit narcissistic.

But then I had the trouble of coming up with a name for my most useless blog. The problem was that I am a very indecisive person, as those of you have have stood at a vending machine or gone to a restaurant with me know all to well. I thought of variants of my last name that had been nicknames over the past years:

- "Turkeltit"

-" Turkeytaub"

- "Nurkelnocker"

- "Boobytaub" ( I never understood this one)

But none of them felt right. And then I remembered my good ol' pals, Bob and Anonymous.. aka my left and right thumbs (I don't remember which was which). When I went to hippie school in 3rd grade, I made lots of friends......... with erasers (all named Bob), and magnets (also all named Bob), and my thumbs ( with Bob being the guy and Anonymous being the girl). Who ever knew that thumbs had genders?? I would draw two dots and a half-circle pretty much every day on my thumbs, so I always had Bob and Anonymous with me, experiencing life with me. See, as primates, we have opposable thumbs, and they experience everything we do. So this blog is the adventures of my beloved thumbs, which have been my friends for about 13 or 14 years, and were just part of my body for the first 7 years. I was a bit oblivious in my early years of the potential my thumbs held for friendship.

So yes, enjoy my blog, and my thumbs. And thumbs up to you for actually reading this thing...