Eli Rabett is a not quite failed professorial techno-bunny, a chair election from retirement, at a wanna be research university that has a lot to be proud of but has swallowed the Kool-Aid. The students are naive but great and the administrators vary day-to-day between homicidal and delusional. His colleagues are smart, but they have a curious inability to see the holes that they dig for themselves. Prof. Rabett is thankful that they occasionally heed his pointing out the implications of the various enthusiasms that rattle around the department and school. Ms. Rabett is thankful that Prof. Rabett occasionally heeds her pointing out that he is nuts.
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I don't get it. Must be a slow-news day.
Go look at the dead tree on James' Empty Blog, just like the one on top of the tombstone.
But our tree isn't dead, it's just resting!
A dead tree grows in Brooklyn?
A stone tree gathers no moss?
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