This is a brief post, lovely readers, and like all-too-few committee reports, it will consist mostly of pictures instead of words.
I have posted in the past about my door hangers and how I have gotten completely out of control with them, and as a result, one of you queried me about the office doors of my colleagues. So today, desperate to ease my aching limbs from the rigors of grading, I slouched up and down the hallways of my building, snapping illicit photographs of my colleagues' doors. I do not know what you will conclude about said colleagues from these images, but I myself will resist the urge to extrapolate their meanings.
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| I do believe that there are two hands at work here, one responding saucily to the other |
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| This beast is unnamed, yet strangely familiar |
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| This warning adorns the entrance to the realm of a renaissance scholar |
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| For what, we do not know. |
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| Who, indeed, is not? |
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