The resident faculty left an odd landscape photo outside the mail room. The staff have no idea where it was taken, but we think it’s 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, Linda Lee mused on Learning and Falling in Midday Matinee, and Winter B warned of Weedkillers and Superweeds in Our Earth.

On Tuesday, the Squirrel chittered another listicle with “I Didn’t Do It” … 9 Denials That Might Work in Morning Feature and readers helped tell Tuesday’s Tale: The Makeover in Midday Matinee.

On Wednesday, the Squirrel offered More Mixed Nuts: Stirring the Pot and Other Stuff in Morning Feature and Linda Lee shared thoughts on Civilized Behavior in Midday Matinee.

On Thursday, the resident faculty began their series on Publish or Perish with Results or Rejection in Morning Feature, triciawyse brought us Fursdai Furries in Midday Matinee, and Winter B shared Shh! The Walruses Have Enough Problems in Our Earth.

On Friday, the resident faculty concluded their series on Publish or Perish with Faster Than Light, Or Not in Morning Feature and triciawyse offered Friedai Critters in Midday Matinee.

On the weekend, technical difficulties forced the resident faculty to condense the conclusion of their Publish or Perish series for Saturday’s Campus Chatter, Ms. Crissie was asked No Civil War? in Sunday’s Morning Feature, and Winter B brought our weekly Eco News Roundup in Our Earth.

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

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Thus we return to odd photo left outside the mail room as the resident faculty 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:

“Yikes, what a climb!” Chef said as she brought out the decoder ring:

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“The sky is gray too,” the Professor of Astrology Janitor said. “It looks as if it will rain before they get to the top.”

Chef nodded. “No trees,” she said as she scraped stray pecans into the Squirrel’s bowl. “It looks windy and cold.”

“And you can’t even tell if the top is your destination,” the Professor of Astrology Janitor said as Chef slid the bowl over to the Squirrel. “It may be just the next hill and there’s another hill after that.”

“Kinda like being an activist,” Chef said as the Squirrel began nibbling a pecan. “It’s always uphill and it can feel barren and windy and rainy and cold and you’re not sure if you’ll make it to the top.”

“And when you get to the top of that hill,” the Professor of Astrology Janitor said as the Squirrel wiped his paws and whiskers, “there are more hills beyond that one.”

The Squirrel tapped at his Blewberry. “So you don’t need my help with the clue?”

Chef smiled. “Of course we do. It’s easier to climb the next hill when you have other people climbing beside you.”

“Maybe the next hill after that will have trees,” the Squirrel texted.

“We can hope,” the Professor of Astrology Janitor agreed.

Yes we can.

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Happy Monday!