Semiotic Tranquility

I -did- see the Dalai Lama. For free, which was nice. Tibeten monks' robes make them look like marigolds, which I'm sure is no groundbreaking observation. Unfortunately, there was no mandala making or throat singing. Lots of talk about various kinds of meditation. I like that the Dalai Lama wears glasses, uses kleenex from a little plastic pack, pulls sunvisors out of his satchel and dons them, and scratches his face while speaking. I do not like how sleepy I feel, but that is not to be helped. Perhaps I will attempt critical analysis, which according to the Dalai Lama, is a form of meditation, in my French class. Bon soir!