Merci, Daniel! Yes, this is what I’ve been reduced to, right down even to resorting to prose… Uckkk. I appreciate the stars more than you can know. I’m glad this amused. No one other than you and the Bureaucrat, himself, will have any idea what’s going on, though.
Hemingway wrote so minimally it is hard to even call what he wrote “sentences” as much as they were verbals and prepositional phrases punctuated in creative ways. “It rained. She slept; Allen woke.”
Prose infused with opiate poetics is powerful, like a sake scup under raspberry-flavored falling snowflakes, and your prose is worthy of praise…
If the incident had only been so exciting. I merely explained to the student that he would be treated like the other 110 prestigious fellowship holders, i.e., no, we weren’t going to bend the rules for him, we weren’t going to change policy or practice at his request. He followed up with email after email, to which I finally quit responding (no was still no), complaints to fellow Assistant Deans (about my not responding) and to my boss, the Senior Vice Provost and Dean of Graduate Studies. She asked me about it, and I said “He’s an ass.” To which she replied, “Okay.” And that was that. One of my favorite bosses ever! But I remain forever soulless. If only I had a beret and goatee to flaunt it!
I’m sorry that grad student was horrible to you, but what’s stopping you from procuring and/or growing the requisite items? Lol!
Once “soulless bureaucrat” was in my head, I couldn’t un-hear it. If I’d had more time, “Rime of the Soulless Bureaucrat” might’ve happened:
It is a soulless bureaucrat–
as anyone can see
by his bright blue beret,
glass of Bordeaux,
and impeccably groomed goatee!
Hmm. Maybe I’ll hatch a dingleberry yet? I still have 8 hours left today…
Oh, I was a figure of authority, hard as that may be to believe, and thus fair game. But I must admit to being happier as a mere backyard poet. As for the beret and goatee, one never knows…
Oh dear god, a Fellowship holder…. like it is a license to call one;s opinions facts and their musings research… they complained to the Dean? Looks like one of the ducklings left their tiny pond and tried to grapple with a tiger…
99% of the fellowship holders were a pleasure to work with, and I enjoyed our encounters. But there were those few… I found the complaints amusing, especially the one with the dean, as I’d worked for her in a different capacity years before, and had built up some credibility over the years. Some people might describe me as a nice guy. Really! 😐
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LOL! A prose rendering of the Okaji Grad Incident! Love it love it love it!
36 stars out of 5!!
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Merci, Daniel! Yes, this is what I’ve been reduced to, right down even to resorting to prose… Uckkk. I appreciate the stars more than you can know. I’m glad this amused. No one other than you and the Bureaucrat, himself, will have any idea what’s going on, though.
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Hemingway wrote so minimally it is hard to even call what he wrote “sentences” as much as they were verbals and prepositional phrases punctuated in creative ways. “It rained. She slept; Allen woke.”
Prose infused with opiate poetics is powerful, like a sake scup under raspberry-flavored falling snowflakes, and your prose is worthy of praise…
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To paraphrase one Dr. Schnee: Worst. Star Wars. Poem. Ever. 😃
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LOL!!
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If the incident had only been so exciting. I merely explained to the student that he would be treated like the other 110 prestigious fellowship holders, i.e., no, we weren’t going to bend the rules for him, we weren’t going to change policy or practice at his request. He followed up with email after email, to which I finally quit responding (no was still no), complaints to fellow Assistant Deans (about my not responding) and to my boss, the Senior Vice Provost and Dean of Graduate Studies. She asked me about it, and I said “He’s an ass.” To which she replied, “Okay.” And that was that. One of my favorite bosses ever! But I remain forever soulless. If only I had a beret and goatee to flaunt it!
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I’m sorry that grad student was horrible to you, but what’s stopping you from procuring and/or growing the requisite items? Lol!
Once “soulless bureaucrat” was in my head, I couldn’t un-hear it. If I’d had more time, “Rime of the Soulless Bureaucrat” might’ve happened:
It is a soulless bureaucrat–
as anyone can see
by his bright blue beret,
glass of Bordeaux,
and impeccably groomed goatee!
Hmm. Maybe I’ll hatch a dingleberry yet? I still have 8 hours left today…
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Oh, I was a figure of authority, hard as that may be to believe, and thus fair game. But I must admit to being happier as a mere backyard poet. As for the beret and goatee, one never knows…
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Hmm. Hatching dingleberries. Now there’s a poem!
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Oh dear god, a Fellowship holder…. like it is a license to call one;s opinions facts and their musings research… they complained to the Dean? Looks like one of the ducklings left their tiny pond and tried to grapple with a tiger…
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99% of the fellowship holders were a pleasure to work with, and I enjoyed our encounters. But there were those few… I found the complaints amusing, especially the one with the dean, as I’d worked for her in a different capacity years before, and had built up some credibility over the years. Some people might describe me as a nice guy. Really! 😐
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Still knocking them out Stephanie. i never imagined Bob soulless, he must be renting one.
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He proclaimed himself to be soulless, but you’re probably right that there’s something he isn’t telling us… 😉
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Voodoo probably.
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Aha! That would explain a lot, actually!
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If Okaji Sensei is soulless, then I am a 400 foot tall chocolate statue of Silvia Renate Sommerlath!
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Not believable is it.
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Replied on my comment, you have!
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Oops.
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I have a soul. I keep it in a jar in my pantry.
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I have a soul too. I keep it in a lake in Viet Nam.
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Mine is between the rice vinegar and dried newt eyes.
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Mine is encased in a water proof… uh… ah, I got nothing!
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blue berets…
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Have you guys seen mine around anywhere?
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It’s not in my pantry! Did you lose it in a parcheesi game?
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Probably not, as I’m highly allergic to board games, but I think I just found part of it on the sea floor…
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I think you did!
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I don’t care if it is prose. I love what you did with this.
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Thank you, Ken! Yes, this went over better than I expected. Sir Robert is such a good sport!
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