The resident faculty left an album cover from an obscure Scottish 1970s band outside the mail room this morning. The staff hope 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 Linda Lee mused On Feeling ‘Secure’ in Midday Matinee.
On Tuesday, the Squirrel offered 100% Guaranteed Predictions for 2015 in Morning Feature, readers helped tell Tuesday’s Tale: Playoffs! in Midday Matinee, and Winter B warned that Low Oil Prices Will Impact Renewables in Our Earth.
On Thursday, the resident faculty began their series on Our Stories, Our Selves with Tragedy, Comedy, and Competence Porn in Morning Feature and triciawyse brought us Fursdai Furries in Midday Matinee.
On Friday, the resident faculty continued their series on Our Stories, Our Selves with Individual Heroes, Institutional Villains in Morning Feature and triciawyse offered Friedai Critters in Midday Matinee.
On the weekend, the resident faculty concluded their series on Our Stories, Our Selves with Superheroes and Origin Stories in Saturday’s Morning Feature, Ms. Crissie was asked How to Keep an Insecure Man? in Sunday’s Morning Feature, and Winter B 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 album cover 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:
“I’ve never heard of them,” Chef said as she brought out the decoder ring:
The Squirrel tapped at his Blewberry: “They were a Scottish band in the 1970s. They got their big break playing for Eric Clapton’s comeback tour in 1973 and recorded a handful of disco hits and some jazz and R&B songs. They broke up in 1983 but reformed in 1989 and they’ve toured ever since. Greatest and Latest was their greatest hits album in 2005.”
“Umm, okay,” the
Professor of Astrology Janitor said. “Can I just say I hated disco?”
“I don’t see why not,” Chef said. “Everyone else does.”
“Not everyone,” the Squirrel texted. “Some of us weren’t around to hate it in the 70s, so we have to hate it now. I mean, did people really wear that stuff?”
Chef found something fascinating on the ceiling. The
Professor of Astrology Janitor mumbled and polished his buffer. Chef cleared her throat and scraped some stray pecans into the Squirrel’s bowl.
“Let’s leave the past in the past,” she said as she slid the bowl to the Squirrel.
The Squirrel nibbled a pecan and tapped at his Blewberry. “I don’t think the resident faculty will let us. In the
hot tub faculty lounge squirrel bath, they were wondering if the Latest Generation – Millennials – can hope for the kind of adulthood the so-called ‘Greatest Generation’ enjoyed.”
“It should be better in at least one way,” the
Professor of Astrology Janitor said.
Chef nodded. “No disco.”
Well, there is that.