Today in Exposition, Bridgette, our resident graduate student and fellow procrastinator, told me that they'd discussed my missive to Shawn Redden in one of her graduate classes. Apparently the grad students in question thought it was well put and enjoyed reading it, and she bragged that she knew me, saying "That's my Mags!" I was happy to hear that people didn't resent my imposition too much. Bridgette said his friends rib him when he's cooking dinner now, saying, "Hey Shawn, are those fascist noodles?"

Alas, he's changed tack in his most recent article, jumping on the let's-all-bash-Israel bandwagon. Right...because no one's sick of reading about that.

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