Hard to beat coming into the office with a post-bike commute endorphin rush. Doesn’t happen every morning, but it’s always welcome when it does.

Nothing reinforces my professorial credibility quite like the wet bike gear from my rainy commute draped over the chairs in my office.

I don’t really understand how fraternities and sororities work, so whenever I hear about Greek life, I half-expect someone to follow up with a discussion of “Roman life”, where all the names are different even though everything else is the same.

THERE’S NO ONE CURRENTLY NEXT TO ME FOR WHAT WILL BE A NINE HOUR FLIGHT BUT I’M NOT SURE IF BOARDING HAS CLOSED YET AND THIS IS THE MOST STRESSFUL PART OF THE WHOLE TRIP SO FAR

Highlight of Paris airport this morning is the Scottish “hey Europe, can we still be friends?” ads that I keep seeing.