Seven Degrees from Normal

Two people, eighteen years of marriage, seven college degrees.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005


Ah yes, we are a day late, but there is new material up at Toad. Things have been a little out of whack since my writing partner broke her foot and her ankle, one on each leg. I still don't know quite how she managed that, though I hear a box of donuts was involved, which always explains a lot.

Today's piece reminds me I've been meaning to write up a theory of Intelligent Grammar, positing that rules of syntax are actually evidence of a single, superior intelligence. It's as good a theory as anything else I've heard.


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