It didn’t take much effort for my classmates to convince Dr. D to hold our HEL class outside yesterday; it was a such a beautiful day. We wandered all over campus looking for a place to sit and have class, and eventually we did, on the hill between Smith and Hawkins Hall. Here, in the beautiful spring weather, many of us sat on recently returned papers; I had a Towerlight stuck in my bag, I sat on that.

And yet, when class was over — we learned all about the Norman Invasion of 1066 — I, and most everyone else, all checked our asses for grass stains. If I had any, which I suppose, precautions aside I might have, at least no one was rude enough to come up and inquire, “Hey, did you shit your pants green?”

Thank goodness for the small favors.

From The Baltimore Sun:

A small plane crashed near a Jacksonville home this morning, killing all three passengers on board, fire officials said.

The plane went down in a wooded area in the yard of the home of Edward and Nancy Bromwell. A wing of the plane lay a few feet away from their manicured shrubs.

No one was home at the time of the crash.

Neighbors speculated that the plane might have been trying to make an emergency landing at the Hillendale Country Club’s golf course, which is located a few hundred yards away.

My parents used to tell me “if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”

Fortunatly, they never said “if you don’t have anything nice to type, don’t type anything at all.”

Key on that word: rumor.

I saw this on TVShowsonDVD, so don’t get mad at me if they’re wrong:

Next month, I’m [Bear McCreary, show composer] in the studio working on the Battlestar Galactica Season 3 soundtrack album (which will definitely have All Along the Watchtower on it!). Our release date will be mid-August, to coincide with the DVD release.

Good stuff!

Warning: spoilers for BSG from this point on. Read at your own risk.

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A week and a half for spring break actually felt like I’d been away for a lot longer this morning, as I negotiated the Towson Bypass and made a right-hand turn onto campus, just before the Berkshire foot-bridge. I came around the gentle slope at the top of the low hill, then gasped as I saw the vista in front of me. A mud pit in front of Lida Lee. Scores of trees gone. Construction trailers.

I wish I could express how different the campus felt this morning — exposed, bare, naked. It was like someone had reached down with a (giant) ice cream scoop and brutally raped the campus grounds. I wish I had my camera, I wish I had before-and-after photos, I wish those trees were back.

There’s an article in the Towerlight about the construction. It ends with the thought “TU may need even more patience in the months to come.” Nice. How about trees? Can we get more trees?

(I’m bringing my camera on Thursday to take photos).