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This is a very handsome piece of graffiti on a vacant lot in Montreal: it's not easily explicable (there's another, greyer one in an alley down the street, too).   It does look remarkably like Emmett in its expression.   I was strolling past it - that is, walking off my lunch - on the way back from Schwartz's Charcuterie Hibraique - if only its founders had thought to open in Highland Park in 1928, not Montreal (though I think HP was very Italian back then).   I haven't eaten so much meat for six months or so, but their basic smoked brisket sandwich (white bread, mustard) was perfect, and will keep me going for the next six months.   I didn't hear any papers about cats, although Danielle Coriale did acknowledge the recent turn to Animal Studies, before going on to give such a brilliant paper about polyps that one thought Oh! Why have I never taken polyps seriously?  (whether freshwater or sea-based) - for after all, the Victorians certainly did.   And she showed a stunningly beautiful translucent blue grey little video of a polyp consuming a water-flea.