Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
Joke, links, ruminations on hippos, Russian, war
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2001 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
It's been almost a month since the terrorist attacks on the US. Usually, when I find out how long it has been since some major news event, it seems as though it's been not too long, when actually it's been a year (cf. Florida and the 2000 election). But, looking back, September 2001 seems like a September That Never Ended. (cf. Jargon File)
From Today's Papers, a confirmation of stuff some of us mulled over a month back:
"The WSJ passes along a dust-up in Great Britain: An hour after the Sept. 11 attacks, a top aide to Britain's transportation secretary sent out an e-mail to colleagues advising, 'It's now a very good day to get out anything we want to bury.'"
Modern Humorist is making the best and most jokes on the current war. I especially like Jai al-Leno.
My midterms are half over. On Monday I didn't have enough time to reveal my deep and abiding ignorance regarding the causes and effects of the Pugachëv rebellion. Next week or so I get to blab about cognitive dissonance and the like.
On Monday, in honor of that Russian History test and a Russian language test, I wore my "Ni pukha ni pera ... k chyorty!" t-shirt and something like three or four Russian speakers noticed it approvingly.
Yesterday I had a fun dinner with Anirvan; today I have a fun lunch with Steve.
In conclusion, a joke, told to us yesterday by Zhenia the Russian TA.
A circus act is taking place in which a hippopotamus plays the piano and a crocodile sings. A bystander says to the proud trainer, "That's impossible! How did you do that?" The trainer replies, "I have a secret: the hippopotamus plays the piano and sings."