And before that...

Fucks.

Just heard someone get mugged on the street in front of my house, at 4 in the afternoon. Ay yi yi.

Plus: found out today that most wireless technology is founded on this mineral that for quite a while was being mined illegally from protected rainforest in the Congo, which may eventually result in the first extinction of a great ape. That. Fucking. Blows. I blow. I have a cell phone.

Plus: I feel really bad for this guy. Know who he is? He looks kinda like he might have been something of a raver or generalized counter-culturalist before he forgot everything. Fucking blows, though. Can you imagine? Not just the frustration of your medical and bureaucratic predicament, and the fact that should you find out who you in fact are, it's not really going to make things that much better because your whole life will be narrated back to you as if it's a novel starring you, a novel you'll have no direct sympathy with, but the loneliness of knowing that with you having been missing two years, not enough people are looking for you that they've found you yet with the publicity this case has gotten. I'm really sorry, man. I really am. God.

It's especially kind of fascinating that not only does he speak latin, french, and greek, but apparently he is vegan. It seems like veganism would be something you remember, something that if your own name were wiped out, would be wiped out as well.. not something that dwells in a part of your brain that functions as intrinsically as language. [ok, i just read that he has celiac disease, which is an allergy to wheat gluten. though, i don't think it precludes the eating of dairy. but in some maybe it does.] though, I guess even more interesting, there are cases of people coming to from blows to the head with completely different accents; what if he's not from yorkshire at all? What if he only studied a little bit of latin and french and greek? What if he wasn't vegan before he was injured? [What if he didn't have Celiac disease before he was injured? It's caused by a genetic predisposition, but it can have a late onset due to extreme emotional stress.] It's baffling. It's totally intriguing too, i can't imagine i'll be able to forget about it until his identity is solved. [Ok also i just did more research and found that there's a Staufen party in Germany, and that in the late 12th early 13th century there was a duke named Philip who was recognized by that party... it's referred to as "philip's staufen party" here. Given this guy's apparent level of education, maybe that's a period in history or literature he's deeply familiar with... fuck, i don't know.]

Both that rainforest thing and the philip staufen thing are courtesy mars. Thank god she's back from europe to keep me up to date on this type of [goth, macabre] thing.

I love her so.