Today was especially productive work-wise, probably because the device I'm now typing on (Last Legs MacBook) was at home, and I was not. The extra-shot iced cappuccino also didn't hurt. However, working in a coffee shop has its disadvantages. While trying to focus on the question of Jews and intermarriage in 19th C France, I overheard the following, from someone I surmised from various remarks was a Jewish, but not pious, college freshman: "I'm looking for a husband. He either needs to be Jewish or hot." This in the course of an intense discussion of hook-ups, male beauty, and I won't go into more detail so as not to accidentally reveal anyone's identity, but it was quite compelling. The conversation was both tangentially relevant to, and distracting from, the task at hand.