My inner nostrils are frozen

Among other interesting things.

I am experiencing a strange shift in perception. It was incremental, not altogether foreseen, and I am perhaps slightly sheepish.

Caf food=good.

Now, don't get riled up. There's a lot behind this statement. First of all, this is the only time in my life where guaranteed food, of various varieties, is less than a 5 minute walk from my domicile. Second, I never have to prepare the food myself, which means it never gets burnt, rotten, rancid, or moldy. Third, I pay for the merest fraction of the actual cost, thanks to Coe's hefty endowment.

This philosophy has extended to the rest of campus, where I enjoy convenient computer access, ample heating, a library is just outside my "apartment," three low intensity part time jobs that don't make me go insane, and of course all the deep thoughts whirling through the air. This is a truly odd part of my life.

In other news, the temperature has reached record lows. Literally. This is the coldest Cedar Rapids has been since they started measuring the temperature. Frostbite is a possibility.

Yet we manage to keep our spirits up. Select individuals from 9th floor Murray and associates could be seen romping in the snow last Saturday night, as well as engaging in the making of snow angels and possible allusions to whirling dervishes. At one point, said associates were joined by fellow rompers leaving Peterson Hall. I kid you not, we joined hands in brotherhood and we spun. Semi-heathen rituals have never been so enjoyable.