1. Barack Obama.
2. Somehow, I haven’t burned out on endless variations on the same vegan, vaguely californian yet avocado-less sandwich (tomatoes, cucumber, red onion, carrot, spinach, hummus, tabouli or tofu, sprouts — sprouts are key — on seven-grain bread) available in the kind of Cambridge cafes that offer just enough funk to temper the creeping feeling of entering a kind of socio-economic space shuttle, or time capsule, or both. What the secret to that funk is, I couldn’t tell you. High ceilings, maybe.
3. Hail, oddly.
4. At one such cafe today, Cheech lost 22 pages of her thesis on her laptop and the only thing worse than her tears was her self-deprecating apology for getting upset. I mean, who wouldn’t cry over losing a fourth of their thesis?!
5. Sensing implicit heights — like when you hear someone clomping around on the floor below you.
6. Killer mustard seeds, and other worthy opponents.
7. We’ll make sure to have a mop handy, because Endria will melt when she meets Luda. Puppy Power (and Fuzzy Force and Mini Might generally, with respect to various mammal young) works a mean spell on her, always has.
8. Olive oils that taste a bit like liquid grass.
9. When we recovered her document on Endria’s laptop, Cheech beamed for a full five minutes.
10. The bending voice you get when you’re excited and making a point.
11. Cuando despertó, el dinosauria todavía estaba allí. [When he awoke, the dinosaur was still there.]
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