It may summer-warm in IPF South, but IPF North’s still balancing on the knife-edge between winter and spring. Well, we were balancing until today, when the blade turned. Sadly, the ongoing marking frenzy and its accompanying fuzzy-brain fatigue prevents me from completing this stabby analogy. Let’s just say that below-zero temperatures and snow flurries in April cut deep.
Today, I’m treating my multiple weather and end-of-term-related spiritual and intellectual wounds with a good wearing of the auto-eroticism jeans. The drive to campus this morning was freaking awesome.
Finally, I’m considering having the following piece by Detroit-based artist Niagara framed for my office wall to warn off slackers who want to argue about their grades: