It sucks to be a Caryatid:
Tip o’ the pileus to Dr Tronchin for giving us our morning smile by alerting us to this tumblr thing:
… which anyone who has sat in a Latin or Greek (or even Classics) course can probably identify with! Enjoy!
Tip ‘o the pileus (I think) to Liz Gloyn for sharing this one on Twitter … something to look at between courses of walking bird, if you’re stateside … you’ll laugh until you stop:
Tip o’ the pileus to Atticus Cox who found this on the Uncyclopedia:
Source (the top-selling board game of the 5th century B.C.E. …)
Tip o’ the pileus to Terrence Lockyer for alerting us to this fine offering from SMBC:
Tip o’ the pileus to Laura Gibbs for passing this along and giving me yet another occasion to spew my latte over my computer screen … definitely a keeper:
Excerpt from Gillian Clark’s column in the Huffington Post:
[…] When I started college, I figured I had enough cynicism to make it on my own. I was told that Patrick Henry jumped through a window down to a waiting horse after presenting his liberty vs. death ultimatum. And no, that is not pepper on those street-vendor pretzels. I figured I was ready.
Professor O’leary led a relaxed seminar where we compared Paris to Odysseus and Penelope to Helen. Entertaining and approachable, he had the class over to his apartment for cocktails at the semester’s end.
“Bring your paper by,” he said, squeezing my hand. “Let’s talk about it.” I was ready to be his protégé and spent all night with Virgil and Homer. I clutched the carefully typed paper running over to his place fueled only by black coffee and one hour of sleep. I’d been standing at his door for almost fifteen minutes when my gentle knocking transitioned to persistent pounding. When he finally snatched the door open, Professor O’leary was red faced, barefoot, drenched in his own perspiration, wearing a sweatshirt inside out and his belt was undone. He nodded at me impatiently as I told him all that I had discovered about Dido and Helen. He grabbed the exposition from my hands and slammed the door. […]
- via: Cynicism 101 (Huffington Post)
… the prof could be in Comp Lit or Classics, I suppose … (and no, I could not resist the horrible pun in the title)