The Prof is discussing and asking the class for possible solutions to solving the age old issue of corrupt governments.

Some Guy: “Kill all politicians.”

The Prof: “But then, see, we’d have no form of government to take care of the people.”

Some Guy: “So? Let everyone take care of themselves. We don’t need anyone telling us what to do.”

The Prof: “That’s highly unlikely; history’s shown us that –”

Some Guy: “History hasn’t given us a chance.”

K, sitting on my left, lets out a deprecating chuckle. He leans over to me and snarls under his breath, “The anarchist.”

I just smile in agreement and zone out for the rest of the class. I wonder who won.

Posted on April 14th, 2006 by Antiguit

I’m with T at the Mac lab, messing with some raw footage, when it comes time for him to splice footage of this guy performing a traditional dance. An interesting exchange follows.

T: “This dance is too cool.”

Me: “I agree. Where’s he from?”

T: “Somewhere in Africa. I think it’s…C-something. Uhh. Oh. Cambodia.”

I flinch. He stops to think about it. There is a long, awkward silence. I start to chuckle, but he looks me dead in the eye and stares me down.

And that country? Cameroon. We forgave him because, you know, Cambodia and Cameroon both start with the same letter.

Posted on April 9th, 2006 by Antiguit