Strange Brew by John Deering for December 28, 2020

Put on your damn MASK !

I don’t get it.

A somewhat similar situation occurred at a university where I used to teach. An unfamiliar student enrolled in the undergraduate quantum mechanics class. This is a class only physics majors would take, and only after taking several prerequisites, so a new face will immediately stand out, but everyone assumed he must be a transfer student from another university. After about two weeks, the student finally spoke up: “Excuse me, but what does this have to do with business?” “This doesn’t have anything to do with business,” my colleague who was teaching the course answered. “Isn’t this ‘Quantum Mechanics for Business Majors’?” “There IS no ‘Quantum Mechanics for Business Majors’!” My guess is that he confused Quantitative Finance with Quantum Physics.

Groovy, man.

Shouldn’t this be a Tank McNamara strip?

They’re critiquing Mahomes Alone.

He found it.

This is it. But, considering the entire football team enrolled for the easy grade, all we ever show is “Rudy.”

I took a welding class as part of my curriculum at Poly. One girl was in the class. She was an animal husbandry major. The Prof said, “well who knows, maybe you’ll have to weld a cow back together some day.”

Similar story. In the ’fifties, the UCLA Sanskritist Murray Emeneau was puzzled at the first meeting of his Sanskrit 101 class by the presence of three large and seriously fit young men sitting together in the back row. Well, it takes all kinds, thought Prof. Emeneau, and started at the beginning.

“The Sanskrit syllabary is systematic, and runs as follows: a ā i ī u ū e āi o āu; ka ga kha gha ŋa . . . .”

One of the young men rumbled, “Jesus! It’s a language!”, and the three of them trooped out.