Hungry Like the Five of Wands
The academic-politics posts have generated a surprising amount of interest (surprising to me, anyway), so I probably ought to continue with the general theme, and take up the role and purpose of the academy, or some such. But it's the last week of classes here, so I've got a big stack of papers that need grading right now, so that will have to wait until next week.
In the absence of long posts about academia, I should probably dash off a quick snarky post about something political, but have you looked at the front page of the Post today? It's the last day of classes here, and I'm not up for dealing with anything that damn depressing.
Thus, I leave you with The 80's Tarot:
That big snake painted up the side of your body is smearing in the tropical heat. It's too damn sticky to be wearing a felt fedora. Someone has been smoking your little Egyptian cigarettes without asking. And you've got conjunctivitis, probably from sharing eyeliner. My, my, my, the little day-to-day troubles of being Duran Duran.
(via Long Story, Short Pier).
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