Androgyny on the bus, pretty preacher preaches, sneaky gays, class, and dancing…

~Wednesday~  I rode the Wolfline bus in this morning, on which I counted 9 ads above the seats on one side of the bus. Three of them were “house ads”: one about Wolfline’s Holiday/Break Schedule, one about the “Wolfprowl” bus, and the other about NC State Transportation’s Go Pass program.

There weren’t too many students on the bus this morning, but of the ones that were, some were sleeping, some were reading (presumably homework reading assignments), and the others were thumbing away on their smart phones.

There were only three women on the bus, and all three of them were extremely androgynous, which I found incredibly interesting, from a purely statistical probability angle, if nothing else.


I only had one work meeting today, and it was done by 9:45. Thankful for that.

At the end of lunch hour, I meandered over to the Atrium Food Court off The Brickyard, where once again pretty preacher boy was at work. I’d estimate today’s crowd at about double of yesterday’s, with many students sitting on the ground in a circle—albeit a wide one—around him. He was winding down speaking to one particular white guy, and I noticed another, African-American, guy standing in the inner circle with his hand raised, as if he wanted to be “next.”

When I came out of the Atrium with my coffee, the preacher had moved over to the waiting guy, and I heard this much of what the preacher was saying as I walked away: “So let’s see. If you don’t believe in God, then you don’t believe in miracles. Because miracles—dramatic pause—come from God. And if you don’t believe in miracles…”

At that point, I was out of ear range and started singing to myself Hot Chocolate’s You Sexy Thing:

I believe in miracles
Where you from
You sexy thing
I believe in miracles
Since you came along
You sexy thing


In a nice juxtaposition to religious musings, here’s a short piece on those “sneaky gays”:


Thanks to my friend Joe for this punny joke:

Man’s in his psychiatrist’s office, all hyped up, and he just keeps repeating over and over: “I’m a tepee. I’m a wigwam. I’m a tepee, I’m a wigwam. I’m a…

The shrink says, “You need to calm down. You’re two tents.”


Badumpbump. We’re here all week folks. Try the wild boar.


At the beginning of tonight’s Social Media and Technical Communication class, I related my musings about that epilogue from the Contents Unknown episode of This American Life that made me think of the ultimatum game in the book we’re reading for the class.

After the discussion of the reading, it was my turn to present tonight on how NC State is using social media. I’ve posted the slide deck of the presentation on Slideshare: What’s this business of social media at NC State?

I thought my presentation was “meh,” but people did engage in discussion at the end, so that was good. Fortunately, I’m only auditing the class, which means I won’t be graded on it.

Jen was a gem and gave me a ride home after class. I’m so glad we’re friends. We’re going dancing (shagging at TJ’s) tomorrow night, which I’m looking forward to.


Line-dancing and two-stepping was fun tonight, and I got some good exercise in.

Three black girls and their (white) “uncle” were there—who were also all there last week when I was in Thibodaux, as I understand it—and they took the lessons. It’s always more fun when there are other people there other than just the dancers.

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