The resident faculty left a song by Queen and David Bowie outside the mail room this morning. The staff enjoyed the music, but we feel pressured to decipher the clue…. (More)

First our thanks to this week’s writers:

On Monday, you shared your stories of offline political activism in Things We Did This Week, addisnana asked Where Else to Buy Yarn? in Midday Matinee, and winterbanyan celebrated Elephant Intelligence in Our Earth.

On Tuesday, we shared Obama Coup Revealed in an April Fool’s Morning Feature and readers helped tell Tuesday’s Tale: No Really in Midday Matinee.

On Wednesday, the Squirrel saw Todd Starnes Goes 6 for 7 on Abominations in Morning Feature and addisnana was In Between Weather in Midday Matinee.

On Thursday, we began our series on Alex Pentland’s Social Physics with Exploration, Engagement, and Idea Flow in Morning Feature, triciawyse brought us Fursdai Furries in Midday Matinee, and winterbanyan spotted Zebra Stripes: Not Camoflage but More Amazing in Our Earth.

On Friday, we continued our series on Social Physics with Social Intelligence in Morning Feature and triciawyse shared Frieday Critters in Midday Matinee.

On the weekend, we concluded our series on Social Physics with Idea Flow and the New Deal for Data in Saturday’s Morning Feature, Ms. Crissie was asked about Basketball Gods? 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 song 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. Here it is:

“Wow,” the Professor of Astrology Janitor said. “That song could mean a lot of things. This clue may take time to decipher.”

Chef agreed and provided suitable brain fuel:

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The Squirrel’s whiskers twitched as Chef scraped stray pecans toward his bowl. He began tapping away on his Blewberry. “Actually, the clue is obvious.”

Chef’s spatula paused just short the Squirrel’s bowl. “How obvious?”

The Squirrel flicked his tail and texted again. “Umm, I mean, not too obvious.”

One stray pecan piece fell into his bowl.

“I certainly wouldn’t have figured it out on my own,” the Squirrel texted as another piece landed, “if I hadn’t reread last week’s Morning Feature series, and had a long chat with another commenter at The Hill yesterday afternoon. We talked about the Mozilla CEO and free speech and peer pressure and stuff. So, I mean, I was already kinda thinking about the clue even before I knew what it was.”

Chef scraped a few more pecans his way. “And?”

“So this week,” the Squirrel texted, “the resident faculty will dig more into the benefits and risks of using peer pressure to enforce social norms. At least that’s what they were discussing in the hot tub faculty lounge squirrel bath when I woke up.”

Chef smiled. “Do you need any more pecans?”

The Squirrel peered into his bowl and smiled. “No, thank you. Unless you want me to share some with Mrs. Squirrel and the Squirrelings. They asked me to ask you.”

Chef chuckled. “Now that’s peer pressure.”


Good morning! ::hugggggs::