Overheard in class today:
Prof: “A text defines X concept as _____.”
(The quote and citation appear on an overhead. One of the authors of the text, wrote an article that we discussed in depth earlier in the semester.)
Sam: So and So, wrote a text book. Hmmm.
Prof: Yeah, he’s rather prolific.
Sam: Or his grad students are.
Prof: Says the cynic.
Sam Shrugs.
Prof: Yeah, you’re probably right.
Commas, lad, commas.
But more to the point, a wee lesson from the Grateful Dead in the form of the last two verses of “Me and My Uncle”:
One of them cowboys, he starts to draw
Well I shot him down, Lord, he never saw (note 2)
Shot me another, hot damn he won’t grow old (note 3)
In the confusion my uncle grabbed the gold
And we high-tailed it down to Mexico
Now I love those cowboys, I love their gold
I love my uncle, God rest his soul
Taught me good, Lord, taught me all I know
Taught me so well, I grabbed that gold
And I left his dead ass there by the side of the road (note 4)
You come by your cynicism honestly, I think.
Comment by Dad/Kim — 29 March 2006 @ 6:01 pm