I love critical theory, I love seminars, I love reading groups, I love universities as public goods, I love historiography of disciplines and knowledge itself, I love difficulty and difficult questions, and I love the humanities being human. And that's the hill I die on.
Has anyone considered its not toby whos the larper but that its infact ralsei guesstimating what you are doing through his limited experience with videogame terminology
You’re not imagining things—the plums that were in your icebox are *gone*. Here’s why that’s bad news:
• They were *your plums*, that you were saving for breakfast. That makes this personal for you.
• They were *sweet*, so whoever ate them *enjoyed* them. That’s unforgivable.