The resident faculty left an old joke outside the mail room this morning: “But enough about me; let’s talk about what you think … about me.”

We think it was a clue. (More)

First our thanks to last week’s writers:

On Monday, you shared your stories of offline political activism in Things We Did This Week and addisnana shared Videographer to Garbo in Midday Matinee.

On Tuesday, the Squirrel warned that You Can’t Be Too Careful about Paranoia in Morning Feature and readers helped tell Tuesday’s Tale: Toenail Clippings in Midday Matinee.

On Wednesday, we offered A Quick Take on Yesterday’s Budget Deal in Morning Feature and addisnana wrote about Keeping the Glass Half Full in Midday Matinee.

On Thursday, we began a series on the Basic Income Guarantee with A BIG Idea Finds a Growing Consensus in Morning Feature and triciawyse brought us Fursdai Furries in Midday Matinee.

On Friday, we continued our series on the Basic Income Guarantee with A BIG Idea Draws Small Critics in Morning Feature and triciawyse shared Frieday Critters in Midday Matinee.

On the weekend, we concluded our series on the Basic Income Guarantee with Sharing a BIG Idea in Saturday’s Morning Feature, Ms. Crissie was asked to Deck Your Halls the Way I Want Them? 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 old joke 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 joke was: “But enough about me; let’s talk about what you think … about me.”

The Professor of Astrology Janitor thought the resident faculty might be referring to themselves, and offered several pointed insights that we’re sure the resident faculty are happier for not having heard. Your lowly mail room clerk kept silent, waiting for the Squirrel to enlighten us. He, in turn, was waiting for Chef:

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Chef scraped some stray pecans into the Squirrel’s bowl, and he began tapping away on his Blewberry:

“I think that joke was first told about Johnny Carson,” he texted. “Or Cleopatra. Or maybe Adam. It’s hard to be sure.”

Chef smiled patiently and scraped a few more stray pecans into his bowl. He nodded and twitched his tail, then returned to his Blewberry.

“It seems the Beltway media are upset because they don’t get to take many candid photos of President Obama and the First Family,” the Squirrel texted. “This is a Very Big Deal … to the Beltway media. An AP photographer wrote a New York Times op-ed calling it ‘Orwellian’ and the Christian Science Monitor wondered if the Obama administration was taking cues from the former Soviet Union.”

“Hrmm,” Chef said. “I can’t imagine why the Obama administration might do that, apart from NoJacketGate, ShoesOnTheDeskGate, SelfieGate….”

“True,” the Squirrel texted, “but the Beltway media say we wouldn’t have gotten the full story of SelfieGate except for the article by the AP photographer who took the photo.”

“So we need yet more candid photos to spark yet more right-wing nontroversies that the photographers can then be ignored in debunking?” Chef asked.

“Apparently,” the Squirrel texted, “at least as the Beltway media see it. Anything less is monopolistic propaganda.”

“I heard about SelfieGate,” the Professor of Astrology Janitor said. “But I hadn’t heard about the Beltway media uproar over White House photographs.”

“That’s probably because it’s only an uproar among the Beltway media,” the Squirrel texted. “The rest of us don’t care, but we should, because the Beltway media insist that an unelected, unaccountable, and unlimited Beltway media is vital to protect us from the leaders we elected.”

“Have any of them actually fallen into their navels while gazing?” Chef asked.

The Squirrel shrugged.


Happy Monday!