"Talk nerdy to me"
I have a collection of tshirts that I adore, and affectionately refer to them as shirts to piss off my father. Now, it's not my fault he and I disagree on everything except baseball. And it's not really my fault that I've matured past wearing dumb tshirts all the time to only a small collection of really witty ones.
My newest additions are from a dear friend of mine that goes to Smith College. As you know, this is a womens' college in the hippie enclave of Northampton, Mass. Also, I am of the strong opinion that Lura should move there because she'd totally fit in with all the theater/culture in town and the schools are great/my nephews are going to be well-educated. Anyway, the Smith debate team raises money by selling tshirts every year to debaters around the league. I bought one and my friend threw in an extra for free. The one I bought says "Talk nerdy to me." This is especially awesome seeing as we were watching Star Trek whilst discussing the shirts. She also gave me the popular "My girlfriend goes to Smith" to wear when we partner for tournaments (did I mention how awesome we did at the Brown debate tournament? Cause it was WICKED AWESOME). The league favourite is a James Bond throwback: "Everyone loves a cunning linguist."
A few weeks ago I attended a lecture by Howard Zinn, author of "A People's History of the United States" amongst other things. He was touring with the History Channel peoples to advertise for "THE PEOPLE SPEAK," a documentary that will be airing the first week of December. I was pleased to acquire, for free, an all-organic cotton shirt that says "Democracy is not a spectator sport!" Indeed.
My favourite shirt is, of course, the one that says "Karl Marx: Sharing is Caring."
A close second is an Economist shirt that says in a bottlecap: "Think Responsibly."
The problem with all these awesome shirts is I don't really wear tshirts anymore. I never did like wearing them to class, and I have become uncomfortable without wearing a collar out. As a friend of mine said, aghast, when I took her to the pub I frequent "This is a bar for people that wear collared shirts on purpose!" She intends to take me to a goth bar in Cambridge to broaden my horizens, but not until after finals.
Speaking of which, see that last post that discussed that wicked hard writing class I'm taking? Well, guess who's first in the class.
Now guess who the professor called "one of the most brilliant students I've ever taught."
Might I remind you this was a tenured professor who has spent over 30 years at my elitist institution? And yeah, I had to share that. I'm pretty proud. I've worked REALLY hard, but I'm pretty proud.
On Facebook I regularly post news articles and videos in a series I call "This is what's wrong with America" (I know, I've never been good at titles). I'm thinking about posting everything here too. We'll see.






