Redheads 2

So it seems like my pursuit of knowledge, especially my curiosity in redheads, has left me hungry for more.

Last week I went to my Scottish friend’s Gaelic choir concert.

There I was not able to focus much, because 1) I am not exactly your typical choir fan 2) I do not know Gaelic 3) All of the members in the choir are at least 30 years old, average age being more like 60.

The thing is, as the conductor expressed early on in the concert, the Gaelic tunes are all about the writers reminiscing and longing for their home back in Scotland.  The songs all talk about their memories from back home, and the beauty of the mountains and pastures and waters.

The thing is, as my friend in geography would tell you, I am one of those transnationals who doesn’t exactly have a geographic home.  I am part Honger, part Canadian.  I don’t know where I’d long for.  I never exactly grew up in your typical home either.

Anyways, so because of all this, I spent the majority of the concert looking at the redhead in front of me.  I wondered for the longest time – how on earth do the parents get this redhead?  The dad has brown hair and the mom is a blonde.

How does it all work?

I never took Biology in high school.  And in university I took some first year Biol courses and barely got by.

I can’t say I have a clear understanding of how recessive genes work.

But I think I do.

Both of the parents must have been carrying a recessive gene.  And by chance their kid got both those genes.

Anyways, that was interesting.

My friend did an awesome “Amor Ti Vieta” as well.  Almost makes me lovesick listening to it.

Supermarkets & Redheads

I have always remembered our IB History teacher telling us about Nikita Khrushchev’s visit(s) to the States back in the day during the Cold War (IIRC)……when Khrushchev actually demanded to visit a nearby supermarket as part of his trip.

It must have been a mindblowing experience for him.  What a novelty it must have been.

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I still remember the first few times I went to the groceries store by myself.  When my family wasn’t around.  It was such a liberating experience……to be able to grab whatever I want whenever I wanted it.

In every way, the amazing experience created by this phenomenon called supermarket is the synthesis of the American dream, capitalism and free market economy altogether (Note: I have no idea if this sentence even makes sense, but at the time when I typed it I thought it made me sound smart).

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My favorite part of the groceries shopping experience is going to the cashiers checkout.

While most people would simply pick the fastest queue, I’d always look over every cashier and made sure I picked the prettiest one.

Of course, “pretty” is relative.  If there were 5 cashiers and 4 of them were men, even if the lady was a 60 year old I would still pick her.

And God being the sovereign King that He is, today I actually got to have a Redhead as my cashier.

Redheads are pretty interesting.

I would never marry one though, because I understand that Redheadedness is a recessive gene, and for the preservation of this interesting breed, non-redheads like myself will just have to steer clear.