"It's not anarchism if it's not anarchism for everyone."
It's so odd coming straight back to work after a trip. Walking into Modern Languages I felt even more like a ghost than I usually do. I keep having to touch things to convince myself that I still have a body.
Back in the summer of 1998, we experienced the enduring delight of "Butt-Thong Rottweiler" while walking through a park in Duluth. Wednesday came the equally delightful sequel:It doesn't get better than eating a corn dog while wearing a butt thong.