Sundry

Check out Dappled Things, a new Catholic literary magazine founded this summer by a friend of mine from the 2004 COMPASS fellowship. We hope to publish our first online edition this Advent and a printed issue by the end of next year. There's still time to submit before our October 20th deadline!

Update from home
My silly sister:

[Diane] was funny in the museum too. I showed her a painting of the sunset and commented on how the artist had captured the brilliant colors. She asked, "how did he CAPTURE them?" So I reminded her how fast the colors disappear when you watch the sunset....and said he took his paints and put the colors in the picture so he could look at them forever. So she immediately looked around and said, "I don't see him looking at them NOW...!"

Over the hills and far away

Went hiking the Saturday before last- my habitual route west to the Taconics via RRR Brooks and Shepherd's Well, north along the crest and then back through Hopkins forest. By delaying my departure until after lunch, I was able to persuade a few friends to come along, and we had a great time hunting for blazes on the elusive Birch Hill trail'k, wading through the shoulder-high goldenrod of Shepherd's Meadow, admiring the view from the Shepherd's Well overlook (still smelled like blueberries!), and chatting about anything but homework. Perhaps I'll post pictures at some point.

Conspiracy Theory of the week

Upon returning from the hike, we were eating dinner at Greylock and someone commented that the dining hall seemed unusually empty, even for a Saturday night. "That's probably because less Williams students are choosing to take on human form this year" replied another. I didn't know we had a choice, but evidently the "other three thousand" Williams students have elected to "live in holes in the mountains". Perhaps this is not unrelated to the recent preponderance of squirrels and chipmunks in the Odd Quad, subject of many a Driscoll conversation? Shades of the Blue Potato...