I hope you've enjoyed my little pun.
IT'S A MATTER OF TIME!!!! HA!
My droll wit has made me cock of the walk in the department. I kill.
Do you see it? Do you see how I appropriated a banal everyday conversational conceit to title my completely mind fucking article on the nature of time and space and dimension and how we are all fucking holograms projected from the empty eye socket of the skull of our dead God?
How scrumpticiosly naughty of me. Pardon me my smug moue, but in this case, I do think I have earned it.
Let's catch up at the Theory of Interstellar Mind Fuck conference in Bruge this summer. Good luck with the post-doc. I'm going to go fuck a tesseract right now. Ta.
Labels: Trifles and Joshes
posted by Greg Mills at 1:54 PM
4 Comments:
Well, I'm not gettin' it, but it's good writing. Inside joke?
Inside joke, meant for a clique that includes one member -- me. No one understands it. I apologize.
I was riffing on how, when writing for a popular audience, scientists often use stupid puns and/or understated pedestrian titles for their work.
I got it... does that make me a scientist or better yet an Astronaut? Can I leave the finance department?
well, Steinhardt isn't a serious
fuck off academic ninja but...
he runs in confusing circles that
make him feel like an imposter and
how will this article help?
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