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[Carlos del Vaca]

Is she smart, Dan?  Everyone likes cunning linguists.

I was going to post something to this effect, had it typed up and everything, but decided against.  Thanks jaydub for picking me up.

[theinevitable]

I mean, I don't see where the joke is there. She is a lesbian?

[KeithHernandez]

Go on a mini road trip.  Don't want to over think my self with roadtrip math.

[theinevitable]

no, but seriously, I get the thing. Cunnilingus. But that means like, eating pussy. What is the joke here.

The joke should be like, tell her you are a cunning linguist

or something.

[greenkoolayd]

...What is the joke here.

The joke should be like, tell her you are a cunning linguist

or something.

the joke is that the actual joke doesnt apply to the situation.  its funny becasue of the idea of the joke...

[Choop]

no wonder you don't get laid
sometimes you just go with it even if you don't understand it

[theinevitable]

I take jokes really seriously, man.

also, I do not want to fuck any of you guys. sorry.

[AugustWest]

Love your lab coat and tweezers, Dan.

[littlefallsmets]

To be fair to Dan, though, he is pretty much in the exact wrong part of academia to NOT overanalyze the hell out of everything in life out of the reflex of his educational momentum. Courses wherein even the professor is still deciding what he thinks the words in the course title mean can do that to you.

Certainly, he sometimes takes my good natured ribbing about his lovelife too seriously.

Also, it is probably tiring to constantly be seeing women lying down naked in front of him, spread eagle, and then telling them "You seem to have tripped and fallen, while naked, you shouldn't be so clumsy" and moving on.

Oh, helping them up from the ground is probably good for the triceps but when you're tired, it's hard to concentrate on getting jokes.

[Choop]

I take jokes really seriously, man.

yer doin it rong

[theinevitable]

I don't want to be this guy, but like, that joke is just not funny.

and if I have to concentrate to get the joke, it is not a very good joke, on my view.


I also tend to think that if I were a smoother guy, or attempted to be a smoother guy, I would fail. I would just be a guy trying to be smooth. I know my strengths, I am just working out the kinks. (that is a weird almost-rhyme.)

[jaydub]

These thoughts!!! They burn!!

[theinevitable]

Realized that post-modern anthropologists who write stuff like this are to anthropology like the mythical "hipsters" are to indie-music/etc liking people.

The same way most Star Trek fans don't have a license plate that says "NCC-1701," most anthropologists actually like... go out and do research and learn things about the world, and do not just make shit up out of their heads. And most indie-music fans are normal(ish) people who happen to like a certain kind of music.

These extremes probably exist, but I haven't met one. And I think they may all be at A-CAP.

This has also made me realize that what makes me mad when people make fun of indie rock/anthropology/whatever is the assumption that, you know, all anthropologists write things where the thesis is like "I categorically reject the hegemonic imposition of "quantitativization" onto the true conception/concieving/being-in-the-world, as it is meant to render legible the illegible" (ie: "I don't have any data.) or most indie-rock fans live off of trust funds.

I think I am a lot happier with the world I live in now.

[theinevitable]

walking down Telegraph Ave (the main drag in Berkeley):

"Hey guys. I have two questions for you."
"yeah."
"Do you guys like 'shrooms?"
"no."
"... I guess I don't really need to ask you the second question then. Bye."

[dejavroom]

Something throws itself together. Or sags, shifts tone, or fails. Invisible airs quicken around nascent forms, rinding up like the skin of an orange. Circulating forces waver and pulse, visceralizing the sheer sense of something happening. The ordinary hums with the background noise of all that takes place in moments, scenes, objects, resonances, rhythms. The atmospheric attunes to the sentience of things passing in and out of existence, to the expressivity of what Giorgio Agamben calls ‘whatever being’. This sensing out that attends is itself a labor of worlding, an effort to inhabit a flighty ground.

Someone needs a bop in the head with a rolled magazine.

(Curiously enough, I can almost discern the shape of a serviceable poem somewhere in that. Your vocational counselors are failing you, America...)