The Irishman no longer knows any need now but the need to eat, andJust to clarify, that's Karl, not Zeppo. And it just might be the best evidence that Socialism works.
indeed only the need to eat potatoes-and scabby potatoes at that, the
worst kind of potatoes.
I'm in the middle of a foolishly scheduled set of student conferences today, so I'm suffering through 25 freshmen who all want to write about obesity. Ha! Just kidding. The majority of them have no idea what they're writing about (although there are a handful who have excellent ideas, and will produce good work-hooray tiny minority of adequate students!), so I get to slowly (and Socratically) draw ideas out of them. Here's a typical conversation:
Me: What do you want to write about?
Guy: I don't know, I've got some ideas...
Me: What kind of ideas?
G: I don't know.
M: Ok, that's fine. We've got 15 minutes scheduled to talk about this. What's interesting to you?
G: Nothing
M: Nothing at all?
G: Nothing
M: So, what do you talk about with your friends?
G: I don't talk. I just sit there.
M: So what do THEY talk about, then?
G: They talk about sports, I guess.
M: What do you think about sports and what they're saying?
G: I just look at them with scorn. (this is literally what he said)
M: Fine, on a different subject then. What TV shows do you like to watch? (This usually works pretty well, plus it pushes students toward POPC and ACS theory!)
G: I don't watch any TV.
M: None at all?
G: Nope. I listen to the radio.
M: (glimmer of hope) What kind of stuff do you listen to, then?
G: FM, I guess.
M: Any specific kinds of music?
G: I guess I just listen to about 3 songs, then I turn it off.
M: You don't listen to music, you don't watch TV, you don't talk to people? What do you do all day?
G: I read...well, I don' really read much anymore...
M: THUNK!!!!! [sound of me slamming my forehead repeatedly into my desk]
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