everybody's gone in the cotton and the corn, didn't leave nobody but the baby

Sometimes Louise, my oft-mentioned college rooommate, tries to educate me in math and economics; sometimes I try to educate her in literature and the arts. This has taken many forms over the years-- the most recent one being where I drunk-texted her, "I am become drunk, destroyer of worlds!" in the middle of a night out. (Texted her the same thing twice even, as my short term memory suffers under alcohol, while my long term memory increases to the point where I can recall grudges formed back in second grade.)

And of course, her reply was genial incomprehension, although in all fairness, she was drunk that night as well. But when I questioned her on the phone later, she admitted to reading it only as my desire to get drunk and smash some shit-- pulling a King of All Cosmos thing, if you will. (Not that she knows what Katamari is either. Philistine, I tell you.)

Likewise, her recent email to me whizzed over my head in terms of the actual math humor but there's enough to get the gist of the joke and appreciate how annoyingly smart she is, compared to me.

( A series of emails detailing the love of economics graduate students )

Spot on. And we discussed the new Republican logo.

( Everyone needs a friend that they can call up and demand an opinion on elephant buggery at a moment's notice )

My best bet is that they're frantically trying to tap into the American love for the underdog, and trying to make the elephant look like Rocky Balboa. It was the stripes that gave it away.

I will be cheerier and more interesting after this week. I am getting past the wreckage of the crazy, crazy Czech-American aborted marriage festivities. I did, this past weekend, molest some seminarians, and if that doesn't cheer you up, truly nothing will.