holes

It's football time again, and campus is alive with - well, with canopies.  With holes in them! And with students!  Everywhere!  I feel somewhat disappointed that I won't be able to watch any of USC's first game, since I'll be somewhere in the air - heading back to deal with the final throes of packing and moving and and and.  And I guess that I'm grateful for Zoom, which will allow me to teach/go to meetings (albeit at strange hours) just as if I were on campus ... There ought to be some kind of metaphor to be found in that string of gruyère-like holes, but I haven't hit upon it yet.