Monday, July 22, 2013

If This is Boston, I'm Tingling.

I am thoroughly feted,
and I must confess
that I wish I'd gotten more sleep.

A college of fresh faced folks,
and an endowment to choke
most folks dead.

Last night a party,
wine, fine rum,
cheeses, finger foods, cake.

And then some young 'uns
took me out to a club,
where they take, what they call, seminars.

We drank a variety of tequilas,
and they asked me the normal questions
about publishing, teaching, traveling.

These are young people,
still in grad school,
still hopeful.

At one point I said,
"Don't you read the Crampicle?
Don't you know you're doomed?"

But they don't care to hear.
They smile, order another round,
and help me get hotel-bound by 3 am.

Now, I shave, shine, slurp up coffee.
And I think I need to scare them.
They need to know.

"It's a different industry, pups."
That's what I want to say this morning.
Will it break their hearts?



7 comments:

  1. First of all, I SO want to be like Dick.

    Secondly, tell them the truth, Brother Tingle.

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  2. Testify, Dr. Dick! It won't break their hearts because they're not going to listen.

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    1. Indeed. But at least you will be one person who told them the truth. If it gets them to leave adjuncting even a semester earlier than they otherwise would have, you have helped them.

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  3. Fine rum? A variety of tequilas? These must be science students with somewhat hopeful career prospects.

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  4. How do I say this, without it going against every fiber of my being - I love Dick.

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  5. If I was so crazzy fucking cool already, I wish I could be Dick Tingle.

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