ain't that the reason you're at this club?

"We're all looking for love, ain't that the reason you're at this club?" My sister and I always laugh at these lyrics. The idea of looking for love in a club sounds...ineffective. Sorry Jason Derulo.

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I recently skimmed through Time Magazines' 50 Best Inventions of 2010.

My Favorite Inventions of Time Magazine's Favorite Inventions:

-A Sarcasm Sensor. Specifically, a Semi-Supervised Algorithm for Sarcasm Identification. Apparently it searches through product reviews and has a 77% accuracy rate. In my opinion, that isn't a great rate. If a birth control had 77% accuracy, no one would use it. Still, I suppose it's impressive for what it does – as someone pointed out, I wonder what the average human sarcasm detection accuracy rate is.

I've had to develop a physical system to inform Mr. Marx of my sarcasm and vice versa. (He signs the letter "S" when he's being sarcastic.)

- Super Super Soaker. Military. Pretty much what it sounds like. I got excited because it's a super super soaker, and that's exciting.

- The Deceitful Robot. A robot that can lie? Uh oh...

- Lifeguard Thingy. A remote controlled floatation zooms through heavy waves at about 15 times the speed of a lifeguard. I read this and wondered why it hadn't been invented before.

-Underwater Kite. Need I say more?

-Iron Man Suit. Yes.

So: I was inspired by all these inventions to come up with something innovative. Here it is: A regulated site where people send in ideas for inventions. A few people monitor the submissions and the interesting ones get published. Kind of like FML but with a purpose. Actually, not like FML at all.

I know so many people who have really decent ideas for inventions, but don't have the money/time/know how to create their ideas. This seems wasteful. Why not compile them on a site which can then be accessed by people with resources?

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In our preschool English class, 3-year-old Hugo has a crush on 3-year-old Esther. He is always looking at her, showing off for her, and smiling when she's around.

Today they held hands while we sang "Head and Shoulders." This is a difficult feat.

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Dear tall, young Asian man,

I saw you looking at me and I tried to give a flicker of an encouraging smile but I think it was too subtle. You seemed interesting: confident, not arrogant; reserved, not shy. I wanted to ask you what your story was.

How did you get to Sweden? What's in the bag you're carrying? Why are you wandering around at midnight on a Saturday? Do you miss someone right now? What was your childhood like? If you could relive one memory...? Were your parents strict? Do you like chai? Classical music?

I would have answered your questions. Well, most of them. I'm on my way home from a church event. I didn't make my bus because I overshot my metro stop because I was daydreaming. I could have been charming and clever and sweet. I could have made you laugh. Or smile. You could have told me something interesting, something thought-provoking. Or trivial. Then my bus would have come and we would have parted, each feeling somehow lifted. Lighter. Brighter.

Of course, that's not how it turned out. My mother says I should go back to the bus stop next Saturday. But I think that would kill it. It's a shame.