Nineties

Synaptic, the Berlant-Stewart exchanges, base 100 writing, volleys dealt in increments (or multiples thereof). For the spring grad class, maybe 90s or within five words. An 84 word blurb is not a ninety. At 96, it must reach elastic band to 180. Or 175. A ninety can be one sentence. Or up to 90 sentences. It is meant to conduct a tiered practice. At once, measured habit, self-aware; at once, expressing questions as questions or connections as connections. Woe omicron variant whispers, though, What even is teaching now?

Twitter Totter

I sure hope Maureen Dowd’s optometrist didn’t read what she wrote at the end
of her Tuesday newspaper column,
"To Tweet
or Not to Tweet"
:

I would rather be tied up to stakes in the Kalahari Desert, have honey
poured over me and red ants eat out my eyes than open a Twitter account. Is
there anything you can say to change my mind?

My guess is that a honey-sweetened eye-flesh-eating episode would not
bode well for the continuation of her syndicated column. Opening
an account is worse than this? No. Dowd’s position is ridiculous, and
this hypothetical alternative to opening an account would prove painful and unwise.
Nothing against red ants; I’d take Twitter over Dowd’s daring stunt in the
Kalahari any day of the week.

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