Noam Chomsky has a speaking engagement in Berkeley coming up. Today at a Berkeley bookstore, the guy just ahead of me in line was buying three copies of Chomsky's opportunistically-titled volume of re-packaged anti-American essays (9/11.) He also bought two tickets to the Chomsky speech, at twenty bucks apiece, and said "it's a surprise for my girlfriend-- it's our second anniversary..."
Ah, young love....
But seriously: what kind of lousy date is that?
I was going to offer some friendly advice to the guy, but thought better of it. After all he had just spent nearly $75 of his trust-fund money on the Chomsky cause, and my intervention would have been too late anyway. But believe me: $40 bucks' worth of roses or alcohol or lingerie will get you further with most chicks than a ticket to see a senile academic demagogue gnome. At least, that's been my experience...
It got me to thinking, though. Noam's really raking it in. Maybe I should re-title one of my albums...
Posted by Dr. Frank at February 26, 2002 06:33 PM | TrackBack
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