Friday, January 06, 2006

Building Rockets

I met with my dissertation chair yesterday and read some materials he gave me. At the end of that couple hours, I looked up to no one in particular and said, I have no idea at all how to write a dissertation. And then I said to someone that it's like telling me to write about how to go to the moon. I know that you have to take a rocket. I can write a paper about how you have to get in a rocket, wait for the countdown, sit there while it takes off, and then stay in the rocket until it gets to the moon, and then you're there. That's about what I know. It's not wrong. But the problem is that someone is telling me to not forget the instructions on how to build the rocket, and put in a section about flux capacitors, and the section about the alpha grommets will be very important, and there oughta be a section on the development of internal combustion and its development into, I don't know, external combustion, or whatever kind of combustion that rockets have, and oh, by the way, Sir Isaac Newton had something to do with all of this.

But I can't write about rockets. This is the problem.

3 Comments:

At 1/06/2006 4:25 PM, Blogger smussyolay said...

oh yes, you can.

 
At 1/06/2006 10:39 PM, Blogger Kevlar Pinata said...

Rockets are cool. Rockets go boom.

 
At 1/08/2006 1:30 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I've been rocketed to the fourth dimension, baby.

Why don't you write about pudding cake? Pudding cake makes a fine dessertation.

Felicity's ma makes an especially fine pudding cake. White cake, drizzled with red jello, then chilled. Topped with strata of yellow pudding and white cool whip. Ma usually offers this dessertation following a meal of nice mostacholi or fried chicken. Oh my goodness gracious.

When you have enjoyed fried chicken and pudding cake with Felicity's ma, you know that you have had something special. Just make sure you have a few moist towelettes in your glove box for the ride home.

For me the fourth dimention of existence is the lemony fresh afterglow of a moist towelette and a pudding cake made with maternal love.

Sincerely, Felicity Taint, PhD

 

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