Homeschoolers react with puzzlement as Deaf Gahan reads to them from his masterwork, "TIF Area Erotica."

It was THAT kind of week, as area news agencies fell over themselves to transform Gahan's rails-to-trails pipe dream of a campaign slogan into some semblance of reality.

Meanwhile, we kept right on reporting the facts.

It's New Albany, not New Gahania, and we don't need a Gahan-scaled personality cult.

We don't need an insular clique farming contracts and favors to the same old special interest donors, or taxpayer-funded municipal media feeds that function as campaign tokens. Gahanism has been a colossal bait 'n' switch, with working people and the downtrodden paying the freight for ruinously expensive luxury facades. It's all for show, and when we peel away the glitz, there's nothing underneath except a former veneer salesman's tin-can ambition.

I'll be voting for David White in May, and I encourage you to do the same.

One Rand, two reactions.

The bizarre fetish of Reardon Metal was reprised in yesterday's C-J.

Libertarian candidate for Senate urges Hoosier voters to think small

Credit Ayn Rand. As a senior at Warren Central High School, Rebecca Sink-Burris devoured a copy of Rand's “Atlas Shrugged.” Young eyes were opened. A political foundation was formed.

Ms. Sink-Burris read "Atlas Shrugged" as a senior in high school, and the experience led her down a lifelong pathway to libertarianism.

I read "Atlas Shrugged" as a senior in high school, and the experience led me to ask aloud, "Is this Rand woman certifiably looney, or what?"

C'mon, folks: Erotic attractions to metal bracelets? That's just plain weird.

R.O.C.K.'s chapter in Athens stocks up on petrol and Bics.

The Guardian talks sex lives of the ancient Greeks, and we can only hope that the exhibition described within eventually comes to rest across the street from the creation museum up in Kaintuck.

The ancient Greeks were never at a loss for words when it came to love and lust – and an exhibition that opened in Athens today laying bare the practice of sex in classical times through an unprecedented collection of eye-popping art partly explains why.

Eros, the god of love and the great loosener of limbs, was many things: irresistible, tender, beautiful, excruciating, maddening, merciless and bittersweet. There was no position, no touch, no predilection too outre to pay homage to him. From the affectionate embrace to group sex, love came in many forms.

"The Greeks were anything but prudes," said Nicholaos Stampolidis, director of the Museum of Cycladic Art, where the show will run for six months. "Theirs was a society of great tolerance and lack of guilt."