Eli Rabett, a not quite failed professorial techno-bunny who finally handed in the keys and retired from his wanna be research university. The students continue to be naive but great people and the administrators continue to vary day-to-day between homicidal and delusional without Eli's help. Eli notices from recent political developments that this behavior is not limited to administrators. His colleagues retain their curious inability to see the holes that they dig for themselves. Prof. Rabett is thankful that they, or at least some of them occasionally heeded 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'm sure it was all the rage when you were courtin' the missus :-).
I didn't know Mitt's first name was Willard.
"he is Willard Mitt Romney, after Willard Mariott, the leading Mormon business executive of the late nineteen-forties"
- New Yorker October 1 issue: Transaction Man
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8bw5h-WPYBQ&feature=related
Al Bowlly with the Ray Noble Orchestra. If you're going to go 30s, go 30s.
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