Wednesday, May 04, 2005
come mr. tally mon, tally me banannuals
There are supposedly cultures where the numbering system consists entirely of words for "one", "two", and "lots". Because, really, once you get past two, what value is there for keeping track? Sociology can be a lot like that. Me, however, one of my secret superhero identities is that of The Enumerator. Oh, yeah, baby: if something can be counted, I'll count. Even so, I dithered for several minutes about whether I'd be a jerk to tell the organizers of the graduation reception that, although I didn't want to sound nitpicky, it is actually the fourth annual graduation reception, unless we skipped a year. For the skeptical, I was able to demonstrate this using a method called Proof by Devah: Devah being at the first ceremony, then spending a year in France, then spending a year at Northwestern, and then spending a year at Princeton. Ergo: fourth annual.