This is what happens when you don’t bother reading your Cheese Soup text book until the week before the exam:
– I found out there’s a tribe in Africa known as the !Kung – yes that’s right, exclaimation mark and all (nothing worth linking to about them though). So how does one pronounce “!Kung”? My suggestion is with the briefest of pauses before saying ‘kung’ and with both fists clenched, pointing upwards in an exultant manner, though not necessarily above the shoulder; chest height is fine.
– Someone coined the term (and thus the theory) – Theory Theory. Pretty clever. Pretty clever coinage. It doesn’t even matter what it’s about, it’s sure to be a science-block-rockin’ hit with a name like that.
Full time coiner — now there’s a job I could do.
There’s always this day sometime in spring where I’ll have a moment of strangeness with my feet. It’s not like I don’t look at my feet at all during winter — of course I look at my feet, but the ambient temp. is never quite breezy enough to be sitting around sockless. But the sun’s coming back and feet are a more prominent part of the vista, but aren’t being directly looked at — and something makes itself known as odd = a slightly alarming amount of hair on the mid-digits of my toes this time.