21 May 2007, Rabat Morocco
Cherries!!! Have come to Morocco; or rather have come into season. What is as expensive as steak in the West cost a pittance here, which is great news for me, as I love cherries. They are sweet and ripe.
I had to share this article I found in the Onion with you..
.BOISE, ID—The Idaho Legislature passed a unanimous resolution Monday declaring English the only language the elected assembly knows how to speak, write, or understand.
"We're putting into law a general feeling that everyone here has had for years: English is the only language we know, and English is the only language we want to know," Lt. Gov. James E. Risch said during a press conference outside the State Capitol building. "It's a good language, serves us well in matters of communication, and we can't think of any good reason to go around knowing some other language that we have no use for."
The legislature is expected to pass a separate resolution later this week officially declaring out-of-towners "suspicious."
And in case you are running short on emotions or just can’t put a name to it, Hallmark (a brand of greeting cards) has done the research for you. They actually have a very expensive research center to identify and codify emotions. I can only assume to increase their market share. Here is the latest:
The first emotion the project successfully isolated was "requiapathy," the combination of relief and guilt that comes with the sudden realization that you no longer miss a dead loved one. That discovery quickly led to the uncovering of "seprudity," the feeling of appreciating a coworker's dedication without fully understanding his or her job function, and "trepatiousness," a synthesis of rage and jealousy, though more muted and often accompanied by a sensation of weightlessness. (Onion)
I really have to find a way to use those words in a sentence!
-Leaving the Medina, no taxis to be had, making our way with plants in hand, made waiting for a taxi in that area unpleasant to say the least. We walked out of the cul de sac watching for a taxi, we lost one to two aggressive young men. As we are approaching the crossroad, and darkness is approaching, and the chance of getting a taxi is decreasing – we spot two chaps sitting in their lawn chairs besides two taxis. “Taxi?” (in English and Arabic)
“No, no. You need a taxi?” and “Mohammad” my Moroccan knight gets up from his comfy chair where he is no doubt awaiting sundown to end his fast, and approaches the road where he imperiously lifts his arm –
And I swear to you out of the twilight appears an empty taxi that pulls right up to us! We are all grinning and laughing, I am giving him the thumbs up; his friend is applauding, and he is giving me the thumbs up as we drive away. It was brilliant.