This isn’t Ham-let, and I bacon your pardon

I swam 2,700 yards today. That may be more than I’ve ever swam before. It didn’t even seem hard. It felt like everything slowed down, my breathing was better. My arms were better, maybe my technique was a tiny bit better. Also, I think I better understand the purpose of a pull buoy. Funny how that works, using something to find out it works. In the last two hundred yards I got weary, but I’d swam almost a mile-and-a-half by then.

So then I went for a three-mile run.

I do not know what is happening.

The company running the dining on campus is undertaking some renovation. This was a significant part of their successful bid to take on the food service, which has met with some criticism and hardware in food. There has been under-cleaned silverware:

A lack of silverware:

Some packaging issues:

Plenty of oil:

Undercooked chicken (I’ve also enjoyed this):

And underplucked chicken:

So they’re fighting an uphill battle. But the renovations — which took a lot of criticism for delays in the fall — now feature a walled off area. The purpose is to create a dirty room for the renovation that won’t contaminate the undercooked food and dirty dishes. Now, though, the students are railing against The Wall.

Behind that wall:

construction

There was a great walls of Jericho reference online already this week and this room was only erected two weeks ago.

I’ve spent some time with the food service people and I can sympathize with their lot. They are, of course, central to campus life. And when there is a difficulty, or a series of them, the impact is widely felt and difficult to overcome. But maybe the new renovations, slated to be done by June, maybe that’ll help. Of course clean dishes and better-prepared food would too.

The weird thing is that a lot of the faces on the front side of the cafeteria are familiar, holdovers to the previous company. So the problem is somewhere else.

They’ll get it there. There are too many good people involved.

But, if you’ve ever wondered what undercooked green beans taste like, they aren’t good.

It was a big workout. I’m thinking a lot about food. It seems I’m back pretty quickly to that place where my body is begging for more calories. It is a two-way street, this sort of exercise.

Dinner was better. I stared at this sign and made puns.

signage

“I never sausage a thing!”

“This cowboy is bacon me crazy!”

What’s for second dinner?

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