There’s this wine store in the Commons. It’s made to look old and quaint, elegant even, what you might think a winery in France or Italy looked like (if you’ve never been to France or Italy). There, amidst the old-fashioned wine bottles, I found these curious characters.
Who puts pink on their wine bottles?
You go to restaurants, you order, you eat your food, you pay, you leave a tip. Do you think of the people?
What happens when poetically inclined computer scientists get bored?
I will wed on Saturday. There's nothing that could make this moment or the Museum of the Earth a more perfect place for her and me to marry.