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You have seen flatteries (or short book reviews) on book covers like this:

This is the Midwest equivalent of BBC news. ― SAS Getter, THC president.

The compliment is for my blog. Avid beholders all around the world give me tons of emails and ask me to update more frequently. I am trying. But I must be selective about topics to maintain the BBC-reputation. No update means literally "I'm bored". Entertain me.

sore sore sore

Joggers often have sore feet or legs. Indeed, I had a sore left foot last Friday when jogging. I had to abstain from workout for a while. This afternoon, I jogged five miles along a bike trail nearby my school. This time, I had a sore leg. Neither left nor right leg. It's my third leg. I don't know whether you have it or not. But I know all of you are familiar with it. I won't go out of my way to explain it. Anyway, it badly rubbed against my underwear, swinging too much while I was running. Alas, again I seem to have to abstain from workout. But not in gym but bedroom, though.

air pollution

Some people have weird names. My next-office student's name can be an example (he is American, 32). It is phonetically impossible to pronounce his name. When calling him, nobody pronounces it but reads out its alphabet, i.e. reads his spelling aloud. Another, but unobvious, his feature is his fart. His intestine is almost a biologic weapon. He may be abducted by terrorists who want cheap poison gas munition. But, at risk of my own life, I understood why plants in his office are dying. Sometimes science progresses at the expense of researchers' lives.

anti-espionage law

A fishy guy who introduced himself as a prospective student (around 23 years old) came over to my department from Michigan this morning. I am extremely wary. I suspected him as a spy from rival school. He met our faculty menbers to spy on their research interests. Besides that, believe me or not, he was bold enough to attend class to scout it. But his luck ran out when he took a seat next to me in the class. I scared him a lot. He seemed to realize that I was aware of his real identity. He beat a hasty retreat halfway through the class. I won. Absolutely I won.

stutter

Tonight, I feel like stuttering for a change.

WOwooone of maa'm'mn'my ffriiends cc'cut my haiiir pho-fffor m'n'..me.

Well..., I wanted to say "One of my friends cut my hair for me". Do you think it is cool to stutter? I used to think so, but no longer. Indeed I practiced stuttering a lot when I was at elemetary school. But I could not improve it as good as native stutterers do. It took me a long time to understand school teachers' frown on my intentional stuttering.