I never figured I'd ever feel it necessary to write a letter to the editor, but the Trib finally drove me over the edge when I saw the sub-headline for this story. I mean, I've grudgingly come to accept the fact that the Trib's copyeditors don't know the difference between "it's" and "its," but come on—"bain" isn't even a word in English! If one hadn't already immediately realized that the word ought to be "bane," one might charitably speculate that the author was trying to make a clever food-related pun on the French word "bain" (as in "bain-marie"); but even if that were the case, the phrase would still make no sense. So I fired off an angry (e-)letter. Not that I think it will make any difference in the Trib's miserable editing, but I couldn't let that sit.

Anyway, I'm waiting around for students to show up, and then when I'm done here wallacecat and I are going for one last late lunch at the soon-to-be-defunct Zephyr. It is truly the passing of an age.

wallacecat found this note on the car yesterday: ( it certainly is yellow, isn't it? )

There's a guy in a clown suit sitting in a tree outside my office window.

We saw him when we came onto campus earlier today and I was disturbed then. Then later I came into Cobb and he was walking down the hall. I quickly looked away, as you would if you were to see a person with a horrible disfigurement coming your way.