Reading an article in today's New York Times, I realized that there are only two degrees of separation between me and Dubya. While I understand that this, in proper Spaceballs form, makes us absolutely nothing, it is still somewhat unsettling. Keep that $#!+&* as far from me as possible!
What does the NYT have to do with this? Well, the article linked above is a story about Jack Marburger, who is now the science adviser to the Shrub. Jack was a physics professor at Stony Brook when I was a budding young grad student there, back in those yonder olden days of 1996. Hence the two degrees of separation -- one from me to Jack, the other from Jack to Dubya. And here I had thought that Jack was a pretty good guy! At least I'm not alone in this position; the Moof and
cheshcat are also only two degrees away from W.
I think I need a shower.
What does the NYT have to do with this? Well, the article linked above is a story about Jack Marburger, who is now the science adviser to the Shrub. Jack was a physics professor at Stony Brook when I was a budding young grad student there, back in those yonder olden days of 1996. Hence the two degrees of separation -- one from me to Jack, the other from Jack to Dubya. And here I had thought that Jack was a pretty good guy! At least I'm not alone in this position; the Moof and
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I think I need a shower.
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