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professor_of_political_geometry
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epitome of incomprehensibility
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Israel promulgates symmetrical six-pointed stars; Palestine promotes a tessellating black-and-white rectangular motif. I propose a two-shape solution.
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e_o_i
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I like to think I'm edgy and multi-faceted, but I'm really kind of square.
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e_o_i
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Assigned to write recruitment posters... Meet new faces - take up geometry!
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e_o_i
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"That's one hot asymptote" is not an appropriate comment. It isn't political and it's not very geometrical, either. Remove your algebra at once.
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e_o_i
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Ho hum. Another round of RA applications. Research Assistants are so rhizomic sometimes. "Dear Miss Professor of Political Things, I am applying for a position in radical phenomenology. My background in the entrails of radical phenomenology is appalling and diverse: I sat on the board of a website devoted to infernal re-readings of deconstructionist D-sections encapsulating parody photons, I undertook grave-robbing research in disrobing cannibalistic band names, and I have a glass of mostly depleted water in front of me. In short, I represent all that is cynical and unholy about the crystallography industry, mostly the fact that I have, in fact, two sips of water left. Why does water bubble when left to itself? Is it something in the mineral content of the water? Does it indicate the presence of a fatal pathogen that will make itself known tomorrow, when I wake up with a severe fever and subsequently die? Is death the end of everything, or is everything an end in itself? These are questions that I hope to elucidate in my terminal paper, The Atomic Starfish: How Bucolic Sounds Too Much like ‘Genetically Modified Scum’ to Be Cute. Genres are malignant and jovial. The shifting signifier represents what I was just reading on the bus. I am devastatingly intelligent and mind-numbingly aphoristic. I hope I will prove a startling and ineradicable addition to your workforce. Amen."
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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