SEX AND JOKES

I am reading Fluent Forever. Its author, Gabriel Wyner, suggests using mnemonic images for complicated aspects of a new language, such as a noun's gender.

Mnemonic images are basically pictures used to help us remember things. He prefers to use action verbs to represent genders and mentions that "sexual verbs are classic choices." Apparently, we humans remember two things particularly well: sex and jokes.

Now... I must be a weird human, or indeed an alien, as I have long suspected. In the 53 years I have been sitting (mostly) on this planet, I have remembered only one joke. Just one. My favorite joke. One that seems to make only me laugh, but I adore.

Perhaps the reason for my lack of comedic memory was the strength of my other memory. Sexuality occupied a rather large portion of my grey matter when I was young. Had I been born in the Middle Ages, I would probably have had 16 children.

Luckily... I wasn't.

How are things?

Wonderful. The sun is shining, my Korean and French are still catastrophic, but work is good. Mini Me is in love... and I am living a nearly-normal life at long last, back at home.

I wish I could make this sense of peace reach all of you. I have enough for an army at the moment!

Besos,

Lu xx

A XMAS PRESENT

 A little gift from the Three Wise Men, which Spaniards celebrated yesterday.

And, since we’ve officially declared 2026 the Year of Love (sorry, 69, we’ve moved on), what better present than a tiny lifeline for couples hitting a little hiccup? You’re welcome ;)

For those moments when things don’t exactly go according to plan…

Isabelle Constant - Le problème du désir chez les couples installés - TEDxVaugirardRoad

For anyone also struggling with the Language of Love (French): YouTube has kindly added a transcript with a pretty decent translation. Just go to the details under the video, scroll down to the “About TED” section, and hit the blue SHOW TRANSCRIPT button. You should then see it on the right side of the screen.

PS — nope, I didn’t quit Korean. I’m still studying and practising religiously, even though I’ve had to pause my lessons with my tutor for now.

PSS — love, earthlings. Find it, keep it, cherish it, share it. Enjoy it.
Every kind of love, as long as it doesn’t harm anyone — including yourselves.
The rest is stuffing.