Pennsylvania, I think.
[NOTE: Before we get into the meat of this post, I just have to say that the album I am listening to on vinyl ("VIE-null" for you kids - see below) as I write it really freakin' ROCKS. In the words of Steve Martin, "Hey, these guys are GOOD"]
I haven't had the time or energy to do the evolution responses I wanted to, and I haven't had time or brainpower to make up a new quiz. Been listening to the Sainted Marty Robbins the last couple of weeks on my weekly bike ride, so I have no new C/W or R'n'R questions in my poor, enfeebled brain.
However, the last few posts jogged some old synapses. I'm sure he got the reference, but the Prof's comments about the Shannons reminded me of a sign I made to hang over my dormitory room door, back in the weird old college days of ivy-covered professors in ivy-covered halls. Well, it was in the redwoods so it was more like moss-covered. Certainly one, at least, was pretty moss-covered when we were there. He even had buildings named after him.
Anyway, this sign was right below the one that said "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here", which I stole from a high school English teacher. My buddy Julie, I'm sure, remembers those signs. You remember, J, the one near "Stoner's Alley".
BTW, for the record, my roomie Brad was the stoner, I was the wimp.
ANYway, the previously referenced comments reminded me of a Monty Python sketch I had on an album (NOTE: For you kids, that's a large vinyl disc capable of playing music and spoken word back in the Pleistocene age) called "Monty Python Live at City Center". I can't find any clips from it online, but I found analogous clips and the lyrics containing this particular line that I made into a sign for the dorm room.
Anyway, I loved the lyrics to this particular song so I thought I would share them, stolen of course. Guess which line I made into a sign for the dorm room (Another Note: the emphasized words below are from the album I own; it's very clear that these are the lyrics sung on the particular album rather than the lyrics listed in the link above):
Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
Who was very rarely stable.
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
Who could think you under the table.
David Hume could out-consume
Schopenhauer and Hegel,
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel.
There's nothing Nietzsche couldn't teach ya'
'Bout the raising of the wrist.
SOCRATES, HIMSELF, WAS PERMANENTLY PISSED...
John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,
On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.
Plato, they say, could stick it away;
Half a crate of whiskey every day.
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,
Hobbes was fond of his dram,
And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart: "I drink, therefore I am"
Yes, Socrates, himself, is particularly missed;
A lovely little thinker but a bugger when he's pissed!
This one, I assume:
And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart: "I drink, therefore I am"
That would be the one.
Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at February 19, 2008 06:19 AM