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I haven't had a Hebrew nerdy/giggly moment in a while.

So, I'm stuck in Sherlock Holmes land (don't ask me about the new movie trailer; gawl, it looks AWFUL) and I not-so-secretly wish I was Mary Russell, apprenticing under Sherlock Holmes, going to school in Oxford...

anyway, yes.

So, they are sitting down going over evidence together...

"...This is a woman, five and a half feet tall, and slim—less than eight stone. She may be blonde—"

"Just may be?"

"Just may be," he repeated. "She is intelligent, well-read, and has a particularly grotesque and creative sense of humour."

"The note, you mean?"

"I was aware of it before that arrived. You know my monograph on London soils?"

"Notes on Some Distinctive Characteristics—" I began.

"That one, yes. I have no demanded of you an expertise on the study of London, but as you know I spent most of my life there before I retired. I breathed her air, I trod her ground, and I knew her like—as a husband knows his wife." I did not react to the simile, despite the Hebraic overtones to the verb, "know."

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*snickers*

I think I babbled about this ages ago, but if you haven't discussed it or taken Hebrew, there are two different words for "to know." One of them is your way of expressing you've had sex with the person when the word is used with respect to another person.

I know this isn't exactly a secret usage. Even Sister Act refers to it ("I know this woman, in the Biblical sense, and she ain't no nun..."), but like a silly teenager it cracks me up every time.

And Mary starts out the book tripping on Holmes because she's studying Hebrew. And it made me giddy, too, cuz I knew exactly what she was talking about.

Anyway. [/nerdy moment]

By way of other random news, my hair is acting very peculiar. Once upon a time when I spent a lot of time out in the sun, my hair streaked. These days the entirety of my hair just gets lighter. Under the right lightning, I'm approaching strawberry blonde with true blonde shine. There is very little streaking. It's just strange b/c even last summer in London, it was streaking. I don't know.

As usual, the nature of my hair eludes me. It's not blonde, it's not brown, it's not strawberry blonde, it's in between all three. But that color doesn't have a name, so I generally get termed blonde. I call it unfair.

My left arm has 8-9 hives on it in a trail, which I am finding strangely perplexing. I'm used to weird stuff on my skin, but it's usually a signal of I've been out in the sun too long. This can't be the case with these because most of them fall underneath my shirt, so they can't be sun hives. They don't really itch that much, but they're sure red. Maybe my upper arm is allergic to something the rest of me isn't.
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