I predict that this blog will get more attention in the coming months, as I invent and revisit ways to procrastinate from writing my thesis. I also predict that my house will never be cleaner. The effects of thesis research are already being felt: today I lint-rollered my cat. She didn't seem to mind. Also, I have rearranged my medicine cabinet twice after I ran out of laundry to do. And it's only January.
Question: Is blowing one's nose a modern custom, evolving from our fascination with hygiene, or is it a natural human response to having a drippy nose? Did cavemen with allergies run around looking for leaves to wipe their noses with? Or did it just run down their faces? Or did they wipe it off when it dripped with the back of their hands? These are the important questions.
