I just stood behind the tallest Dylan fan ever.

Regardless, I witnessed an incredible musical and meteorological phenomenon. In an arena full of fans, not one could sing along with Dylan’s own distinctive dialect of the English language.

Over the course of the show the incense, marijuana and fog machine brewed an entirely new micro-climate within the Thunderdome. A few of the concert-goers, no longer respirating oxygen by the end of the show, collapsed on the ground afterward writhing and gasping like fish pulled out of a lake.

Monday’s Forecast: A sea of concert T-shirts floods the campus.

Correction: In an article Wednesday, the title of a panel discussion to be held October 16 should have been called “Domestic Impacts: Civil Rights and Security.” The Nexus regrets this error.