A cummerbund becomes a softball

Last week I looked at the bronze statues of Martin Luther, and I noticed that the snow had settled about his middle to look like he was wearing a cummerbund. A moment ago, on my way back from soc, I happened to glance in his direction. The cummerbund has become a softball, and now it looks as though he's about to throw it towards the flagpole. Not any farther than that, though ... he's a good bit away from most things on campus.

Soc was good today. We were talking about breaking cultural norms, then we progressed to non-verbal communication. To wave or give the "peace" sign in Greece is apparently a bad thing, so don't do it. Don't give the "peace" sign with your knuckles facing outward. Yes, it was amusing and good. At the beginning of class, L asked me, "What's it called?" ... but she was actually looking for the date. And later Marion said, "Now the most important sandwich ..." She meant to say "symbol" but it got a bit jumbled on the way out.