Thursday, January 19, 2006

whatsamatayou

Utterly unaware of the heavy-handed irony, my overheard lunchtime conversation:

Frosh1: Did you read that book over the summer? The one about the culture of cheating?
Frosh2: No.
Frosh1: Well how did you write the paper for class?
Frosh2: I downloaded one off the internet.

Followed by nothing. No laughing. No wry glances. No grimaces at the ridiculousness of the preceeding statement. I wanted to lean over and suggest the definition of irony.

Wouldn't it be quicker if we just literally beat Iraqis to death with Ayn Rand books?

Working on: BQO's, weak mixing, topological nets, and the strong perfect graph conjecture.

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