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Either they don't make buttons the way they used to, or I've just outgrown one of my shirts. As Søren, Tomasz and I were walking to the cafeteria, the bottom button of my shirt popped open. The same button had popped open during the morning meeting, but I hadn't noticed because I was still wearing my scarf. So I'm walking, trying to pay attention to what Tomasz is saying, and fiddling with the bottom button at the same time. This resulted in some kind of shearing force on the rest of the buttons on my shirt, and they all decided to pop open at the same time. Yes, ALL of them! So concentrated was I on re-buttoning that I have no idea if anybody really noticed. I did have to apologize to Tomasz for not listening because of my wardrobe malfunction. You would think that I would have scaled back on the cake this afternoon after that incident, but I did not. I even had birthday cake after capoeira. Red turned 22 today, and we gave her a birthday roda. That meant that we all stood in a circle clapping and singing while she had to square off against every student in the class, one after another.

On the way to class, Kendrick called to say although he was halfway there, he would not make it because of a sudden tummyache. My bus companion was therefore my book, which today happens to be "Russian Disco", translated from German. This was one of Kristin's presents from Berlin (along with some good candy, see ode to gummy moose in previous post). I find myself laughing aloud at points in the book because it's too funny. It's strange to say, but the author is a master of comedic timing in print.

Kendrick seems much recovered and is munching on potato chips (flavoured like instant noodles) and he is trying to convince me that we need a TV. Defintely back to his old self again!