I just passed by a guy on the subway who was wearing a shirt that read; ” Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was gone. New Orleans.”

And he had a Zune.

Every time I go to barnes and Noble, I go to the linguistics section on the 4th floor. It makes me feel forlorn, lost and sad. Yet I always go.

I know why those PhD programs didn’t take me. I know nothing about semiotics, optimality theory, and pragmatics. My knowledge of phonetics is cursory at best. My writing sample sucked.

But I still love that stuff, and would love to learn. But how does one accomplish this? I can’t just read textbooks. I feel as if I have loved and lost.

Ah, linguistics. We will reunite someday.

Only in my family:

Today we went to visit my mother’s grave in staten island. I had to get up very early and go all the way to Bensonhurst to catch the ride with my father.
Once we got there, my father inspected the gravestone and began cleaning it. He brushed off the dust and then poured a clear liquid over the surface to wash the stone. That liquid was Perrier.

Only in my family.