So I don't know what it is about PIXAR movies, but they always make me cry. Mark and I enjoyed WALL-E, though I was a little confused as to why so few Chinese people actually made it into space.

Today's trip out to Brooklyn College was a success--my students are amusing, and very young--they still call me "Mister." But my interactions with the Taco Truck guys was less successful, partly because Mark was ordering tacos with his whole arm again:

Maestro, tengo una pregunta. En tu idioma que dices cuando quieres comer.
Pues, los chinos no se dicen nada antes--solamente comenzamos a comer: los japoneses, pues, los japoneses siempre se dicen "itadaki-masu," pero nosotros no tenemos tiempo para esto.
Y como se dice "novia"
Uhhhh... niupengyou.
Ah, chino es mi idioma, porque dos de mis amigos estan casados con chinitas

I can only look uncomfortably at Mark.