The college is doing a hunger awareness fundraiser thing, called Empty Bowl. I don’t know the details, but it involves the art students making 300 bowls, by Saturday.



Surprisingly, there is clay everywhere in the building. I’m tempted to put up signs saying, “I’m glad you enjoy this, but the world is not one big ball of clay. Especially, say, the darkroom and the computer lab. You know, places that have to be clean. Pigs.” But then I realize I am being a fussbudget. And that it is futile. And sigh, and wipe as much off as I can.