I swear I spend the first half of my day getting over myself. It makes for an exhausting morning, I must say.
The controversy of the day Tuesday was my haircut. (It's been quiet lately - though not in the library). It wasn't minor, either. I've not had one since September, and now I have almost no hair at all. No beard, either. Contact lenses. I get these moods when I decide to go incognito. Nobody recognizes me.
You can't see me, I'm invisible.
I read Postcolonialism: A Very Short Introduction in the RadCam yesterday. I feel a bit badly about being so white and male. Help! I'm complicit in the andropatriarchy, and I don't know how to stop!
I bought some FairTrade coffee for the MCR. Is that a start? The book said so, so let's hope.
Patrick and I need to do another podcast soon. Anybody want to suggest topics? We could always sit around some more and tell each other what's wrong with our respective religions, that never seems to get old (no, we don't do that. I completely made it up, so don't go nuts on me).