It’s disgusting outside right now.
Mere Anarchy With all the ways and means we have to communicate -- text, Google docs, f2f, IMs, class discussion, email, etc -- why do you ask me the same questions, 6 or 8 times a semester? The answer appears quadriplicate: on the syllabus, in an email, on the freaking sign up, in a calendar invite. I’m dizzy just reviewing it, losing track, spinning, disintegrating, madly bringing up the schedules, links, documents, assignments, shit! How many times will you make me clean your electronic rooms? It’s right there, I bet, the info you just demanded, offered over a week ago, see? Lurking under ads for bionic AI, pizza, appeals from politicians -- I’m offended by the implication I don’t know what I’m doing. Can’t you pay attention? Why should I be your mind and mine? Meanwhile, my inbox explodes with redundant asks for the same information I’ve already offloaded 4 times into the ether. What else is the internet for? I need, like you, to drain my brain. It’s outdated, overloaded, exploding into pixels and lithium fireworks. So don’t ask me to reload. Read your email for a change. And write your own life.
