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...talking about the Indigo Girls (which we all thought was a tag team on G.L.O.W. women's wrestling). They would interrupt the class to say things like, "Well, you know, Fate like controls all of us, it's just like Fate, so believing in this Jesus stuff is like useless. Secure yourselves to heaven, like." I expected a John McLaughlin-type reaction ("Galileo's head was on the WRONG!"), but our Sunday school teachers just nodded and continued discussion. They didn't want to alienate anybody. Now I was really lost...
...finds random facts about the history of sex, which are not useless because they involve sex. Allyn explains the evolution of the bra-burner myth, explains the history of nudist colonies in the United States, and gives a detailed account of group marriages, a popular trend of the late '70s. He explores the story behind Hugh Heffner's rise and fall, what the acronym PRIDE actually signifies, and describes what Deep Throat, perhaps the most recognized porn-flick title, really involved. These random facts are all the more interesting when Allyn writes about sex in college. Among his many stories...
...have hated daylight-saving time since the 153rd time it was explained to me. I hate the useless mnemonic device (Why can't you "spring back" or "fall ahead"?). I hate getting caught in that grating conversation that starts with "Does that mean I get an extra hour of sleep or have to wake up an hour early?" I hate unnecessarily complicating something as simple as the time. Daylight-saving time costs this country $100 billion a year in missed meetings and wasted labor reprogramming VCRs. That figure, for those wondering, was calculated by taking the number $100 billion...
...irrelevant, they will tell us. You are useless, parasitic hangers-on. You are finished. You were born in the twentieth century...
...months slipped through June, July and August, when we were absolutely gung-ho to start our research, to the useless months of the early fall when standardized tests, job applications and extracurriculars had us asking, "Thesis? What thesis?" It never goes away, though, and avoiding one's advisor in the department office can work for only so long. By the turn of the faux millennium, a helpful kind of panic had set in, with fewer than four months before D-day and much work still to be done...