Walsingham

Just got back from Walsingham, which is referred to as "England's Nazareth." The town is replete with history; absolutely oozing with it. Mary appeared to a woman there in the very early part of the last millenium, and barring a little run-in with Henry VIII, the town has prospered in its own small way from a steady inflow of pilgrims to the holy shrine there. I went on a "pilgrammage" there this weekend with 17 other ND students. We stayed in a fantastic little house/hotel, and ate like kings, or at very least earls. I had a queen sized bed. I hung my towel to dry on black tudor wood beams that jutted through a corner of the room. There were 600 year old ruins in the middle of town. I love Walsingham.

A lot of ND kids are visiting for the week. I just finished a conversation with Kathleen Ryan, the twin sister of Myfriendpatryanwhogoestoprinceton. That was fun. Otherwise, it's time to get cracking. With crack. Als0, I have to write a paper and study for a test, both due Wednesday, but the problem is that I'm seeing His Dark Materials at the National Theatre on both Monday and Tuesday nights.

What do you call a man with no arms and no legs who uses his butt to separate two rooms?

Wallace.

What do you call a girl with no arms and no legs who is obviously a man?

Amanda.

What do you call a man with no arms and no legs who has a lot of play-doh?

Clayton.

What do you call a man who greets you, then purports the existence of Capt. Solo from Star Wars?

Johannes.

What do you call a Mexican man with no arms and no legs who inquires as to your health?

Emmannuel.

Get it?