i heard a lovely question on the radio this morning that i've been pondering all day: when was the last time you were so happy you screamed out loud?  it was a question posed by radiolab this week for their episode on bliss.  and the episode starts with the delightful screams of polar adventurer aleksander gamme when he finds candy in one of his provision caches at the end of a 3-month south pole trek:

i'm going to have to think about this for a while - which isn't sad as much as it is an explanation of my personality.  i don't scream for just anything, only the good stuff.  so what was it?