Due to the American format for dates reversing the day and month sections from the British day/month/year design (a far more logical system, incidentally. You increase in size in the UK, days being smaller than months being smaller than years, see?), I'm confident that on at least half my official documents in the USA I've registered my birthday at being the 7th December instead of the middle of July. To celebrate this, I held an 'American birthday' party at my apartment on Saturday. We went with a seasonal Christmas theme that included chestnuts and mulled wine, both of which were treated with suspicion by the natives but then devoured enthusiastically. In the above photo, I'd been informed that 25 candles was far too many to light (!) so we went with 12 1/2. But really, anything that involved cake could only be extremely good. In the early hours of the morning a last rendition of the robot dance was performed to the Beatles 'Lady Madonna' and a swift count of the empty bottles indicated a job well done. Many thanks to Suhdi for the cake and the beautiful earrings, Naomi (pictured above) for holding the cake while I made a wish and giving me chocolates, Emily for reminding me to breath and everyone else for coming and making it a great night!
... the healthy human flesh alternative. All true: http://www.eathufu.com/ . I was kindly shown this website by a friend just as I finished my (until that moment) delicious looking dinner. Not one to begrudge sharing the wealth, I swiftly circulated the site throughout the astrophysics department at Columbia and anyone else who was unfortunate enough to be on IM at the time. In fact, I said I'd be serving Hufu at my party on Saturday. One said friend, Edd, upon being shown the website remarked 'oh yes' in a sufficiently knowing kind of voice to make me determined never to accept any morsel of food from him again.