It occurred to me, in California in June and in Atlanta in July and in New Orleans in August, in the course of watching first the California primary and then the Democratic and Republican national conventions, that it had not been by accident that the people with whom I had preferred to spend time in high school had, on the whole, hung out in gas stations. They had not run for student body office. They had not gone on to Yale or Swarthmore or DePauw, nor had they even applied. They had gotten drafted, gone through basic at Fort Ord. They had knocked up girls, and married them, had begun what they called the first night of the rest of their lives with a midnight drive to Carson City and a five-dollar ceremony performed by a justice still in his pajamas.Later, regarding a Dukakis photo-op, baseball toss:
What we had in the tarmac arrival with ball tossing, then, was an understanding: a repeated moment witnessed by many people, all of whom believed it to be a setup and yet most of whom believed that only an outsider, only someone too “naive” to know the rules of the game, would so describe it.So I will raise my glass once to forget those unwarrantably honored, and then I will raise it once more for all of the people in academia that have not completely succumbed to cynicism and forgotten why they are there.
Source: http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/1988/oct/27/insider-baseball/?page=3
I thought u looked familiar today. Do u work at a place where one can purchase food an or beverage? See you when u get back from the farm.
ReplyDeleteOh hello. Sorry - I don't think I ever received notification about this comment. But I do think it is kinda hilarious to respond to it anyway.
ReplyDeleteIn May 2010, a food and/or beverage job? Wasn't me. Did we indeed meet after my return to the city?
I wonder if you deleted your profile or if it's just unlisted, and whether or not you'll actually be notified of my response.