It can't be, but it is: the semester's papers are all in. I'm on summer pseudo-vacation, which means 'only' teaching, but after a semester of not not thinking about work for two seconds, the finite work of lesson-planning and teaching for three hours a day, every weekday, really does feel like a vacation. Today, Jo, my parents, and I checked out the the Israel parade, where we were not blown up or anything. There was just a touch of security for the event, just a little bit. Yesterday was also Middle Eastern-themed. Jo and I got lunch at the fabulous Zaytoons, then shopped at Sahadi's, which has amazing olives, spices, and so forth, but also (listen, fellow grad students) slightly cheaper pasta than most other establishments. And infinitely longer lines; could be that we were not the only grad-students to have noticed the 50-cent-per-box-less-than-Key-Food De Cecco. The scruffy, late-20s crowd ahead of us on line suggested we were not.