…in a weary world.

No, I’m not quoting Willy Wonka quoting Shakespeare. Rather, I’m salaaming to the Thriller for his brainy gift idea for after I’m done with exams this afternoon.

Heh.

He can steal Fizzy Lifting Drinks anytime he wants to. Just remind him for me, if you would, that 25 August is my birthday and I really really really want THIS. (No, PK, it’s not what you think — although I’ll never get that, either, unless I buy it myself, which takes all the fun out of it. Nuts. Just call me Ralphie.)

So yesterday was pretty much hideous. I wrote for four hours…I hope I gave them some of what they wanted. I’m off to do it again; if I get the African Ngoma drumming musicology question, I am…well…rotated on a threaded axis.

Happy Wednesday – and to all my students and colleagues who are so kind as to read RtB, have a relaxing (albeit too short) holiday weekend. Schoooooooool’s out. For. Easta. Yay!

Fink out (to Akron one final time, at least until August)

PS – Lars called me last night, and #1 Son messaged me on BlackBerry IM to ask how my exams went. They are good sons. I am lucky.