And so on

I saw Tony Blair today.

By Tony Blair, I mean the back of Tony Blair's head. Well, we were pretty sure it was the back of Tony Blair's head. I mean, the bus driver thought it was the back of Tony Blair's head. Anyway, what looked like the back of Tony Blair's head (and presumably the rest of Mr. Blair, as well) was being photographed halfway up Mount Scopus, in front of a picturesque, panoramic view of the Old City. And that's what we saw.

In other news, as part of a successful short-term plan to delay studying for my Hebrew test tomorrow, I opened up and read "Slaughterhouse-Five" for a few minutes earlier this evening. Vonnegut's great. So it goes.

We're heading downtown for sushi, et cetera in a bit. I guess these vocabulary words will, in fact, have to "learn themselves," a verb phrase that, coincidentally, could be incorrectly translated and thus mistakenly placed in the category of verbs that I'm supposed to be studying.