Death by delivery man
Word on the street is that a Taste of Thai delivery man grew so incensed by finals week zombie-eyed narcissism (i.e., no tips) that he gave Olin Library a little something to remember him by.
As a barista at Libe, I can’t blame the guy. Finals week makes people assholes.
Can’t read the sign? Wondering whose people’s deaths the pink flag remembers? A close-up after the jump.
WTF? Oh, it’s art! Land art, to be precise. I asked a guy who was unloading the bagfuls of hay stuff into big heaps, and he said that it was:
And no one is around to hear it — as the officer nearby testified — does it make a sound? Physicists tell me that it does, but I’m still waiting to hear back from the Philosophy department.
BEFORE: One of the hundreds — maybe thousands? — of smiley faces chalked by legendary a cappella group the Hangovers as publicity for their Happy Hour concert tomorrow (Fri Mar 27) at Bailey Hall.
Click through for the after photo.
Just got back to campus yesterday after my first ever “party” Spring Break, which was pretty effing fantastic. What happened over the Break? Not much, really — Cornell lost to Mizzou in the first round of March Madness, Madoff’s Ponzi scheme-abetting accountant ‘81 got arrested, and, more importantly, “a devastating infestation of wooly adelgids is currently invading the University’s hemlock trees.” Most importantly, a curious new flyer has popped up all over Goldwin Smith, and I’m kind of in love with it. And, since I’m a horrible person and I mock things that I love, I drew with my bitchin’ new Crayola markers (recommended by teachers!) all the fuck over it. It’s all about a Freshman who’s lookin’ for ROCK STARS who are teh chillness. R U THE 1? Click on to see it!
Since Peter Fritch and I have already covered the ongoing campus debate about the recent flare-up in the Israeli-Palestinian Conflict here and here, we’re going to present the following pictures of the new, “pro-Israel” Arts Quad display without comment. A note: I’m not sure if I got all of the signs, but my fingers were about to freeze off and lose grip of my precious, precious camphone, so take it or leave it.
