The resident faculty left a seasonal photo outside the mail room this morning. The staff don’t think we’d been especially grinchy, so we hope it was just their weekly 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 Linda Lee mused on The Buffalo Effect in Midday Matinee.

On Tuesday, we discussed Bob McCollouch’s Riot in Morning Feature and readers helped tell Tuesday’s Tale: Turkey Day in Midday Matinee.

On Wednesday, we asked How Innocent Are You? in Morning Feature, Linda Lee celebrated Average Mohamed in Midday Matinee, and Winter B spotted Recycling Reusable Shopping Bags in Our Earth.

Over the holiday weekend, the resident faculty began a series on Mythinformation with Turkey Naps and other Thanksgiving Myths in Thursday’s Morning Feature, continued the series with Black and Other Fridays in Friday’s Morning Feature, triciawyse brought us Friedai Critters in Midday Matinee, the resident faculty concluded their series with The Value of Myths in Saturday’s Morning Feature, and Ms. Crissie was asked What Threat? in Sunday’s Morning Feature.


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


Thus we return to the seasonal 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:

“Ooh, the Whos” Chef asked as she brought out the decoder ring:

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“Umm, that’s not The Who,” the Professor of Astrology Janitor said. “Unless they’ve all had plastic surgery.”

“Who?” Chef asked.

“Yes,” the Professor of Astrology Janitor said.

“Please don’t start that Abbot & Costello routine,” the Squirrel texted. “At least not until Chef scrapes the stray pecans into my bowl?”

Chef paused and tapped the bowl with her fingernail.

The Squirrel nodded and tapped at his Blewberry. “Oops. Please?”

Chef smiled and began scraping stray pecans into the Squirrel’s bowl. “Not The Who. They’re a band. The Whos – plural – are the residents of Whoville, in Dr. Seuss’ How the Grinch Stole Christmas.”

The Professor of Astrology Janitor looked at the photo again. “Ahh. I’m used to the cartoon. These Whos are digitally rendered. But I thought there were more of them.”

“Well, that’s not all of them,” Chef said.

The Squirrel nibbled a pecan and tapped at his Blewberry. “That’s the clue.”

“What?” the Professor of Astrology Janitor asked. “Not all Whos?”

The Squirrel nodded. “Like the Twitter hashtags,” he texted. “#NotAllWhites. #NotAllMen. #NotAllChristians. It’s a common derailing tactic whenever anyone tweets or talks or writes about privilege:”

“Ahh,” Chef said. “So this week the resident faculty will unpack privilege in the wake of Ferguson, the attack on the Mexican consulate in Austin, and other recent news events, and explore how disparaging #AllOfThem while insisting #NotAllOfUs exemplifies the privilege they’re denying?”

The Squirrel looked at Chef and texted, “You listened outside the hot tub faculty lounge squirrel bath too?”

Chef shrugged. “Most of my kitchen towels were missing. I had a pretty good idea where to look.”



Happy Monday!