The resident faculty left what looked like a scrap of confetti outside the mail room this morning. Upon closer examination, the staff discovered it was a clue. (More)

First our thanks to last week’s writers:

On Monday, you shared your stories of grass roots activism in Things We Did This Week, the Squirrel offered A Clarification and Endorsement in Furthermore!, addisnana mused on A Box in Midday Matinee, and winterbanyan reported Arctic Purges Pollutants in Our Earth.

On Tuesday, Winning Progressive urged us to Reject Fear in the Wake of the Boston Bombing in Morning Feature, the Squirrel ranted on Chris Kluwe’s Travel Grumpies in Furthermore!, readers helped tell Tuesday’s Tale: The Theatrical Society in Midday Matinee, and winterbanyan warned that Biochar Sequestration May Fail in Our Earth.

On Wednesday, we discussed Homegrown Radicalism in Morning Feature and addisnana shared Optimism and Kids in Midday Matinee.

On Thursday, we began our series on Adam Grant’s Give and Take with They’re Out to Help Me in Morning Feature, triciawyse brought us Fursdai Furries in Midday Matinee, and winterbanyan saw physicists Testing “Spooky” Entanglement in Our Earth.

On Friday, we continued our series on Give and Take with Modesty, Motivation, and Doormats in Morning Feature, triciawyse shared Frieday Critters in Midday Matinee, and winterbanyan reported that Sandy Shook America, Literally in Our Earth.

On the weekend, we concluded our series on Give and Take with Changing Cultures in Saturday’s Morning Feature, Ms. Crissie was asked about Nerd Prom? in Sunday’s Morning Feature, and winterbanyan brought our weekly Eco News Roundup in Our Earth.

Note: Please share your stories of offline political activism in Things We Did This Week.

Thus we return to the scrap of confetti left outside the mail room by the resident faculty as they made their way from the wine cellar library where they spent the weekend drinking thinking on our motto of Magis vinum, magis verum (“More wine, more truth”) to the hot tub faculty lounge for their weekly game where the underwear goes flying planning conference.

The Professor of Astrology Janitor nearly swept it into the waste bin before he noticed a tiny squiggle on it. He looked more closely and brought it into the mail room for detailed analysis.

“It’s a squiggle,” Chef seconded.

“Yep, it’s a squiggle,” your lowly mail room clerk agreed.

The Squirrel looked at it and tapped at his Blewberry, texting: “Yes, I can.”

We looked at him. He looked at us. For the record, we didn’t know Squirrels could shrug. He began tapping again.

“It says ‘Can you read me?'” he texted. “So … yes, I can.”

We asked if there was anything else written on the tiny scrap, as it seemed the typesize was only readable by squirrels.

“Not a thing,” he texted back. “Just ‘Can you read me?’ in fine print.”

“Ahh,” the Professor of Astrology Janitor said. “This week the resident faculty will discuss Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist David Cay Johnston’s book The Fine Print: How Big Companies Use ‘Plain English’ to Rob You Blind.”

We looked at him. He looked at us. For the record, we did know he could shrug.

“They spilled some wine last night,” he said. “They kept talking while I mopped.”

We shrugged. Okay then.


Happy Monday!