Monthly Archives: August 2012

It’s a pizza box.

I play a bit part in this one, but I like my windswept look. The travails of stardom: I learned something while we were filming yesterday. That turf down on the football field gets almost unimaginably hot. After about ten … Continue reading →

I first noticed Rudolfo Hulen Fernandez when I was doing research on the history of Jews at Rice. Here he is, standing on the far left in a 1916 Campanile picture of the Menorah Society: I found this arresting. Who … Continue reading →

In the midst of the near chaos of centennial preparation, I had a quiet and pleasant surprise this afternoon. We have about a half dozen boxes of oversized photographs in the Woodson. They sit on top of the general information … Continue reading →

There were a lot of initiation activities. Here are the freshmen boys: The freshman girls were made to dress up as washerwomen and play a game called “pail polo.” There’s a bucket somewhere inside that scrum. I confess that it’s … Continue reading →

I love, love, love this picture! (Love her cute shoes too.) I thought at first that was a cigar, but it turns out to be a candle. Here’s the explanation: Bonus: Seen in Duncan Hall last week. I don’t know … Continue reading →

No archival drama about this week’s game–everything was right where you’d expect it to be.  The game was kind of a bummer, though, a close one that could have been won. Here’s the sport’s page from the Thresher, complete with a … Continue reading →

Right now I’m sitting at gate B87 at Intercontinental, which is not as fun as it sounds. I don’t know that I’ll be able to post later so I’ll just share some pots. I noticed brand new ones this morning … Continue reading →

I keep thinking that things will settle down any day now, but I finally have to admit that this is not going to happen any time soon. It’s just frantic. So I was digging through some boxes today on some … Continue reading →