Running on Empty

Went for my inaugural run around the campus this morning. Most important discovery: the location of the nearest WaWa. I may have solved the problem of where to get doughnuts on Sunday.

Princeton is runner-friendly--for the most part. The only potential danger comes from the access roads that crisscross campus. They look like footpaths. If you make that mistake, though, you might one day turn to find yourself facing an oncoming SUV. What a shame, to be cut down in the prime of life by an overeager parent trying to deliver an air mattress right to the door of Blair Hall.

Also swung by Prospect House, which sounds like the rejected title for a sequel to Bleak House. It boasts a lovely garden at back. This garden is a perfect place to get unexpectedly plastered in the face by a spiderweb. Next to Prospect House is the Frist Campus Center. Legend holds that it was supposed to be the First Campus Center until fate--and a dyslexic sign painter--intervened.

Tomorrow, I plan to jog past the Institute for Advanced Study. According to rumor, in the dim light of dawn you can sometimes see the ghost of Albert Einstein stalking across the lawn, searching for his lost brain.