Same old thing.
First, Dooley has asked me to clarify that we refer to his type as Harley "enthusiasts" not "freaks."
Whatever.
I have this kid in my advisee group who uses food as a vehicle for ingesting ketchup. Here's Josh at this morning's advisee meeting in my office/kitchen:
Then, on the way up to lunch I encountered Liz Townsend peering through a surveyor's scope while classmate Andrew Abenshein attempted to ignite her using a magnifying glass. I took the photo on the chance the Townsends choose litigation.
Things got really weird when I entered the dishroom. Steve Wilkins's advisees were chanting "rico suave," which--roughly translated from the Spanish--means "tasty soft" while adopting menacing poses like this:
From right to left: Chanthy Kem, our Head of School, a malicious Chuck Bray armed with fork, Nedal Ezzadine, and the outrageous Carter Westlund. I am left wondering if this stuff is going on all the time, or if the sight of an approaching camera is the prompt.
