Shokufeh is... home

Blaagh

When I was in college, I was a mostly-coxswain/sometimes-rower on the crew team. In the spring of my sophomore year, not long after we'd received our oh-so-glorious-and-so-wonderfully-light Vespoli, we received the attendant microphone. The microphone that the cox could strap on and gently speak into, rather than a megaphone that was shaped just perfectly to funnel water splashed up from the Harlem River right into the cox's mouth. I, as the most senior cox, was given the honor of being the first to try the microphone, which connected to speakers under the rowers' seats. Instead of giving a standard command (which is not, "row, row," as is often thought), or eloquently sharing how excited I was to don this cox gear, I took the microphone and uttered, "Blaagh."
To which one of the rowers responded, "Nice, Shokufeh. This is the first thing you say into the microphone?" I cracked under the pressure of my excitement, apparently.

Yesterday, I received something else lovely. More lovely than a microphone.
A MacBook. Yes, in all its beauty. I'm so excited that the only thing I can say is, "Blaagh."