I'm thinking of starting a new blog devoted entirely to the disgusting things I've witnessed people doing at the library. Just now, like ten seconds ago, the man across from me--not the nail-clipper of yesterday, a different man--picked his nose. Thoroughly. A former Maroon fellow-editor came up to me at the library about a month ago to report on some less-than-sanitary (and no, not sexual) activities going on in the men's room. Now I understand people want to be comfortable when they study, but there are limits.