When I was in college I did a Junior Year Abroad in Edinburgh and ended up hanging out with a wide variety of other displaced US students (and a couple of Germans and a Welshman, but no actual Scots). One of them was a Philosophy Masters student named Zubin. He had a look that he would occasionally level at you that said – what planet are you from, and could you possibly return there posthaste. It was an eloquent look and we promptly named it after him. After graduation and upon joining the unwashed ranks of the working world I came to a greater and greater appreciation for utility of this particular gaze, because people are weird. Read the rest of this entry ?
Monday Night Dinner 