I must admit that this is not my first haiku post. Nor is it my first post on elevator etiquette. This is, however, my first haiku post on the topic of elevator etiquette. Still, this flirting with repetition does bring up some depressing questions: why have I been blogging for so long, and am I not closer to death now than when I first started? If two of my most frequently blogged-about topics are haiku and elevators, then what does that say about the importance of any of this? Who is "Anonymous," and why does he vacillate so quickly between hatred and mild approval? If our rejection of Newtonian mechanics for the quantum variety means that the world is more chance-y than we once thought, does that really make any more allowance for my free will? If the universe is infinite, and I'm finite, well what's the point? Why is my phone no longer letting me send pictures? Where did Tony Gong go?
I have no answers. I do, however, have an editor who would be very upset if I had nothing to publish today, so, as usual, I'm going to go ahead with this haiku/elevator etiquette post. Haiku because they're quick and simple; elevator etiquette because this stuff has been bothering me lately, and it's sort of indicative of larger problems with this campus.
Anyway, here are the poems:
