Pied Beauty

Glory be to God for dappled things,
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow,
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls, finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced, fold, fallow and plough,
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange,
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim.
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change;
Praise him.

- Gerald Manley Hopkins

My alma mater

I found a video (in German) on my uni. I love how they whine about the quality of the buildings in this video when there are things that make this uni much worse. Admittedly, the mould is quite disconcerting and the Anthropology course I once had in a smelly, damp room in an old basement with dark, wet spots on the walls where the plumbing was getting old was not much fun, but I'd have still gone with the course sizes (very large) and the course organisation (90min of bad student lectures, mostly).