More Agoisms (I don't know if I have listed any before this)

Three instances reminded me of Ago today!  First I was sitting in the Union, studying for my quiz, when the guy next to me pulled a coin purse(!) out of his backpack and dumped his change in it.  Ago is the only man I know that uses a coin purse.  Wait! I take that back AgoBen also uses one (but t it disappeared on his last trip down).  So, I didn't realize until just now that both of my grandfathers store their change in the same way.  Secondly, my friend went to my Middle Eastern Studies class today-on the last day of the Ottoman Empire lectures.  Today we highlighted the art and architecture of Istanbul, and has soon as she heard that the first thing that came out of her mouth was: "That's Ago's hometown!"  Why yes it is-I didn't even think that.  Maybe it's because I don't associate him from his birthplace or "hometown" and I explain his origin as a plethora of nations.  Lastly, and this is my favorite, I saw a girl sleeping sitting up.  Ago used to do this all the time when i was younger.  He would sit on the sofa in the living room and fall asleep.  My grandmother and I used to probe him to wake up!

Q's

Okay, so, if you look at my profile you'd see that under the "interests" I have listed Armenia and Armenian.   I've clicked on those and it brings me to pages filled with bloggers whose interests also include Armenia and Armenian.  Some of these bloggers are Armenian and some are not. I am curious of the non-Armenian bloggers.  Usually they are interested in the language or the literature.  While this is wonderful that people take interest in Armenia, my question is what motivates them to?  What motivates them to the Armenian aspect?  These are just some questions I have been pondering...if you have any reasons by all means, comment.

Gruff

I've had this photo in my room for ages.  I came across it maybe a couple of years ago in one of my mother's photo albums.  It was taken in the early nineties and it is one of my favorites because it is a candid grandfather/granddaughter photo.  But today it hit me.  Our positions are reversed.  In the photo, Ago is taking, leading me to the park (which I think was rare because I only have memories of going to the park with my medz mayrig) but now it me who takes, leads him where we are going.  

Honestly, I like the photo because it reassures me that my grandfather was, in fact, everything a grandpa should be.  As a child, I saw him as a gruff man who scolded me for eating the raisins out of the raisin bread and fell asleep sitting up at four p.m.  But now I know my gpops, and while gruff still accurately describes him, I know what may sound gruff is actually his way of caring.  

Not Now

Okay, so I've run into this problem before: procrastination.  You know what, I think I'll finish this later...