The Last Semester

Today we gently broke the news to Prof. Fink that the Faculty Center will close. While he showed no tears, his pain was obvious. Or maybe that was the Lima beans. Hard to say.

Johnson knows somebody who knows somebody who knows somebody who knows Rachael Ray, or at least says he does. She may be the world's most reviled chef, as one article suggests, but that makes her perfect to review LATFC. After a guest post like that and the closing down of the place, we can put this blog down like a bad dog.

Misled

At lunch on my favorite day - Lemon Bar Day, Thursday. It had been
seemingly weeks since my last lemon bar encounter.

And then a dilemma -

The End is Nigh

Hume to Russell over chili and salad: 

It's time for the semester to be over because I'm even irritated with YOUR students.

Students, you've been warned.

A Very Lemony Bar

Had the most lemony of lemon bars today. Still hungry after my meal, I went for a cup of coffee and a lemon bar. Hume also went for a cup of tea.

Lemon-spiked tea.

Coincidence? I wonder . . .

Lemon Bar Update

BULLETIN: Hume eats lemon bar, declares, "There is no lemon here."

Live Lemon News

BULLETIN: The depth of the lemon bar this week vastly exceeds any
other week. Details to follow.

Roofs and Discs

Johnson and I ate a quick lunch at TFC. Hume suspiciously absent, no doubt recovering from her Left Coast visit. I had the veggie lunch: rosemary potatoes (kinda chewy), carrots (nicely done), and green beans (no real taste at all, but they were green).

Discussion of legal and financial and ethical and criminal strategies involving certain individuals not of the Athens area, with no real solution reached. Also discussed roofs. And did higher level math, figuring out what a bejillion megs of digital photographs would look like if you stuck 'em on 5.25-inch discs and stacked them into what turns out to be (if our math was right) something like 900 feet high. Checked office later for said type of disc for a later show-and-tell. No luck.