I saw Pamela Anderson yesterday in Marina Del Ray. Was about to hop in my cab to LAX when she hopped out of a pickup truck. Funny, the quick stages of recognition. "Damn, that woman is fine." "Damn, she looks like Pamela Anderson." "Damn, it _is_ Pamela Anderson." "Damn, she got her implants reinserted."
I don't believe in autographs, but I should've asked for one just to get a close gander. None of the people at my meeting were outside at the time, and none forgave me for not dialing anyone's cell so they could stream out the doors after her. At least none of the guys did. It's easy to say "not my type" when I see her on TV, but trust me, I was ready to grovel in person.
. . . But Twice. I can't allow this to go uncommented upon in Cipherdom: The University of Tennessee has seen its second disgraced president resign in just over two years. Having spent a good chunk of my adult life working there, I could wax indignant, philosophical and nostalgic all at once. But mostly it's sad to see a once-proud institution debased by a couple of corrupt old guys who were hired by other corrupt old guys. What a collective betrayal of the public's trust. There's a lot of talk nationwide about making university trustees more accountable, but it may be too late for my alma mater, at least for now.
This news account isn't the most thorough, but it gives the essentials. I've linked to it for the poignant anecdote about UT's ex-president's ex-wife's closet full of unwearable orange clothes. Welcome to the club!