I had hoped to get down to the mountain this weekend to see the purple cross, but the near-constant rain dissuaded me from leaving my apartment for any purpose other than buying cigarettes. Fortunately, Andre Nantel made the trip for all of us, which is documented here.
Should this rare spectacle arouse any unsettling feelings of piety, you might restore your innate sense of sinfulness by reading Nick Taylor's touching account, Serendipitous Porn: A Timeline. You might also wonder why women have no Swank to call their own? I certainly do.
And speaking of porn, I would be remiss if I did not include a link to Uberfrau's -- aka Madame D.'s -- insightful piece, Vegan Desires and Grad Porn, which made me laugh very, very hard. Wanna start a porno mag, D.? Please?