I'm very excited to report that I will soon begin my ninja training. I saw through my friend Elizabeth's lies ("I train aikido," she said) and figured out what was really going on:
- There is a ninja temple in Santa Cruz.
- Elizabeth is a ninja at this temple.
Side note: I just can't stop writing about Sartre and Beauvoir! It's like they're made out of candy! Or gin!
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what are you writing about them that is so utterly fascinating?
Well, now I'm on to Beauvoir's experiences in post-liberation France as informing her political writing in Ethics of Ambiguity and everything about Second Sex.
The important thing is to have fun.
If you become a ninja, you will be able to defend yourself when we come after you with clubs because you finish everything early. But all the mad ninja skills in the world will never survive my talent with a smooth-bore flintlock musket. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Also, stop being so excited about your research topic. You need to maintain an air of detached interest. This whole "gin and candy" business is very unprofessional. No elbow patches for you.
Mmmm cynicism...
This from the historical reenactment girl.
Cynicism and hypocrisy on my part!
WOOOOHOOOOO!!!
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