Kiljoy is here

By Randall B. Smith ’98Ph.D.

Is this wrong? Whenever I see the work of one of those so-called “tag artists” — the stuff most of us call “graffiti” — I sometimes have this fantasy. It usually begins with me finding the guy’s house and, when he’s not there, painting some odd, indecipherable words on his living-room wall in big, bulbous letters.

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How to ride an elevator

By Randall B. Smith ’98Ph.D.

Getting on an elevator alone with a stranger can be an awkward experience. Elevator rides are usually far too brief for an actual conversation, but they’re just long enough to make the silence uncomfortable.

Generally when people are in such close proximity to one another, they make some sort of greeting. Men typically offer the slight shake of the head and the grunt-hello. But once that’s done, what do you say? “Hey, how ’bout them Cubs?” (Probably not the best opening since I live in Houston.)…

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