Confessions of a researchaholic

Upon receiving the weekly food delivery I found out a bag of farro has been split open spilling the grains all over the box.
Usually such incidents will trigger a short bout of anger release (e.g., cursing), but (to my surprise, probably due waking up from a better-than-average sleep) I just gathered the grains via a sequence of containers of decreasing sizes and found the whole process very soothing.

I usually ignore inquiries (such as students seeking internships or recruiters on LinkedIn) that are obviously auto-generated with spammy, generic, robotic descriptions. If you want me to reply you in person, ask me in kind.

When I was a kid my parents were very persistent in nudging me towards the desired behaviors.
Recently I have applied the same persistence in nudging them for taking covid vaccines.
🙂

Since my arrival at the US in 1996 I have been asked the same question many times: where did you come from?
Most of the inquirers were benign, especially those also from other countries.
For probably once or twice that were otherwise, my response was simply asking the same question back: where (the f***, via facial expression) did you come from?

Except for native Americans, we were all coming from different places, just at different times.