I can't believe the election was two weeks ago... I'm still really really happy about it, tho I haven't had much time to revel in the wonders of the new Obama-nation. 

Yes, I have managed to butcher a few languages to unrecognizable mush in my day which makes my son (the polyglot) cringe and claim his ears are bleeding. But I manage to get by, often with the help of some on-the-spot homemade sign language and/or sound effects. I suppose I'm kind of the same way with coding, tho with coding, if you screw up the words or pronunciation, stuff just doesn't work. And sign language or making train noises... fugget about it.

Speaking of my boy, he's doing the France thing and living the life life of a young man in... well, France. After only a couple weeks of teaching, he had 1.5 weeks off for "All Saints". Oui oui! So he toddled off to Vienna to hang out with new friends & reunite with a dear college friend who lives there now. After some surprisingly cultural adventures (and I'm sure plenty of playing), he popped over to Strasbourg with his pal, then on to Avignon on his own. I guess traveling alone didn't thrill my boy much, but he was still glad to have seen the French Riviera. Yeah, that couldn't suck too much, in my opinion. 

I haven't talked to my boy for a couple weeks now, even tho we both have Skype installed and have yet to even use it with each other. Yes, the technology that allows you to talk to someone thousands of miles away for free is a wonderful thing... if you actually push the button. 

Anyway, back to my baptism by fire in the land of mysterious and scary code. I told my friend, K (who is a brilliant and talented programmer who writes code for breakfast) that after my extremely limited foray into his world, I was shocked that he's not way weirder than he is.

OK, do you see what's happening here? This linear universe of <tags> and rules and commands and numbery stuff can be detrimental to basic social skills. All nuance and tact is lost, and one finds oneself telling a dear friend that he's weird. But then again, who says that's a bad thing? 

Yeah, life is weird and so are most of my dearest friends, and I wouldn't have it any other way.