This pleases my soul in many ways. It is just pure, unadulterated joy. See two other humans enjoying the pleasure of living. Every detail is amusing: the two kids, their kitchen in the background and the one on the right's little belly folds and half shirt. Watch it and not grin and you are dead on the inside.



P.S. Their 'Volere' is worth the price of admission as well. It includes fake mustaches and a dancing mom in the background.

We drove past the Cernas Abbas Giant.



We stood in front of the tourist information board reading about the history of this chalk figure. A man and his toddling daughter stood beside us. He pointed out the giant on the opposite hill and the little girl cheered, "I see him".
He pointed again and said, "Do you see his big--"
S_ and I turned expectantly.
"--stick", he continued.

Waiting for S_ at Waterloo, I overheard a no-neck American fratboy cum businessman tell his British colleagues, "Cheers, dude". His awkward attempt at assimilation was simultaneously obnoxious and endearing.

I had thought that the didgeridoo was invented for hippies to annoy others at parties. Then I heard a professional perform a song about a dingo chasing an emu.

The instrument's music/anti-musical sound moved me beyond any piece of avant-garde piano banging.

I never fathomed that a tube of bark that usually rests in the corner of a co-op beside unused guitars and cobwebbed dream catchers could simultaneously produce the depth and complexity of sound I experienced. The song itself communicated a simple narrative of dog versus bird. Amazing.

Here's something close but still not sufficient.