A test we took. She’s left brain and I’m right. As always. Of course.

Let’s see. We both spent the majority of our professional careers in the computer industry. We both despise chess. We both like fast cars. We enjoy the same movies and TV shows. We don’t like the same novels. I’m Fitzgerald, she’s Dostoevski. We compromise. She loves Renoir and Degas. I Love Edward Hopper (thanks, David) and Picasso. No conflict there. Her favorites I find dull, she finds mine maybe a bit weird. She studied German and Russian. I studied French, Latin, and Greek. We both love Shakespeare and Poe and Swinburne. We both love the Anglican Book of Common Prayer. We both believe in the Nicene Creed. We both love sighthounds, especially greyhounds and deerhounds. We both feel a hole in our hearts since the death of our Scotty. We both love feral cats and have an instinctive sense how to tame them. We both love pizza, her more than me. We both love college football, she more for Temple and Rutgers and Oregon, me more for Harvard and Ohio State. We clash over Michigan State and Alabama. It never comes to blows. I mean, we also clash over the proper pronunciation of Latin. She’s an Irish Catholic devoted to the vulgate version of the Latin mass. Whereas I am a scholastic Latin student, versed in Vergilian versification that demonstrates how Latin must have sounded in Ancient Rome.

However. According to this Internet pop quiz, we shouldn’t be with each other at all. Here’s her brain profile.

All smarty smarty.

And here’s mine.

All touchy-feely.

Thing is, we get along just fine. We love each other. Maybe brains interact in ways the scientists haven’t figured out yet.

Used to,play this every day before I went to work in corporate America. Now I know what love is.