The Right Honerable Admiral

Right now I'm grooving on this whole "empty campus" thing. Not that I dislike everyone, but I've always liked it when everyone went left campus to eat big meals with their families in Jesus' name we pray amen. However, summer.... ah, summer. This is pretty awesome.

Campus is all quite and still all day long: nothing but hop toads and robins who eat everything (and so we are kindred spirits). I went to the fitness center this afternoon and I was the one of 2 (two!) people in the whole facility. Nice.

It's kind of like living in Leeds castle and having this huge private garden party everyday. Except without black swans. But I'll talk to Dr. Leuck about that (he's a field biologist – they harmonize the species).

The library is also gloriously empty. So much so that it's the opposite of quiet because the library staff just yells back and forth when they need something or want to tell funny jokes about card catalogues and (tee-hee) the dewey decimal system.

I've been working in the library basebent arranging Dr. Kim's secret stockpile of articles about Virginia Woolf and Olive Schreiner. That's where I discovered that authors in the 16th century were so way badasser than authors now because they gave their books titles like this one:

The Principall Navigations, Voiages and Discoveries
of the English nation, Made by Sea or Ouer Land,
to the most remote and farthest distant Quarters of the earth at any time in the
compasse of these 1500 years: Diuided into three feuerall parts, according to the
positions of the Regions Whereunto they were directed.

Yes. The Da Vinci Code! Ha!

The adventurous discovery of the most holy of grailes
undertaken despite the abundance of frenchitude on the part
of a great symbologist for the gratification of morally unsound individuals
and the denuding of secret evile societies in tiny european cars,
in Jesus' name we pray amen good bread good meat good God let's eat.

Fit that on the bestseller list. My jobs are so rewarding.