The idolatry of this nation!

Yesterday I saw a piece of masking tape on the sidewalk on my walk to school.

It said, "IDOLOTRY."

What an indictment.

Love it.

I don't know why I love this. Maybe because it's Russian. Maybe because the caption says "elderly" and some of the people are clearly not that aged. Maybe because there is ice on the river and the people in it are dressed in bikinis, (beanies,) and speedos. Maybe because they don't have the best bodies. Maybe there are many reasons.

spring?

It seems some people are confused about the weather. There are some on campus dressed like it is winter. Are they right? No one knows . . . maybe this spring-like oasis is only a mirage.

elevator

Riding in elevators is like riding in buses. Strange things happen. People seem to suddenly feel comfortable talking to strangers. It's like the laws of social interaction are momentarily suspended in public transportation settings (elevator = public transportation).

The last two times I've had food on the elevator (today, I munched on sunflower kernels; the other time, an apple), some other elevator passenger has commented. Which makes me wonder: is there something wrong with elevator-eating? Maybe this is an example of how, for me, laws of social interaction are perpetually suspended.

Today, it was a professor, I assume, who commented. He asked, "Eating lunch?" And I said, "I know. I'm poor. I can only afford to pay sixty cents for a meal."

He replied sympathetically. "You poor thing."

"No, not really." (As in, it's not really my lunch.) "But I'm just eating this to get by until my next meal . . . I don't know where it's coming from . . ."

"That's why you're so skinny," he says. "I should start doing that." Yes. Everybody should start being poor. And then we'd all be rich. (I've solved the economic crisis!)