So, somewhere I remember the request for a toilet pic... I got even something better:
a men-peeking-over-toilet-wall warning sign in Seoul (that is at least what it looks to me, my Korean isn't what it used to be)
Then, I know somebody who has to work next Sunday and has a deep love for numbers:
Let us now praise prime numbers
With our fathers who begat us:
The power, the peculiar glory of prime numbers
Is that nothing begat them,
No ancestors, no factors,
Adams among the multiplied generations.
None can foretell their coming.
Among the ordinal numbers
They do not reserve their seats, arrive unexpected.
Along the lines of cardinals
They rise like surprising pontiffs,
Each absolute, inscrutable, self-elected.
In the beginning where chaos
Ends and zero resolves,
They crowd the foreground prodigal as forest,
But middle distance thins them,
Far distance to infinity
Yields them rare as unreturning comets.
O prime improbable numbers,
Long may formula-hunters
Steam in abstraction, waste to skeleton patience:
Stay non-conformist, nuisance,
To system, sequence, pattern or explanation.
[from An Anthology of Modern Verse 1940-1960, ed. E. Jennings (Methuen, 1961)]
And finally a virtual-beach-feeling-first-aid-set zum Seele baumeln lassen
(to let the soul dangle):
(the lady to the right obviously got headaches from this particular sand castle... )