IJMC - The Birth of a Crock

I definately need to go to sleep now. I had an email I was working on 
which I just deleted from hitting the wrong keys. Oh well, I'll recreate 
it tomorrow when I can see or think straight. G'night all.         -dave








 The Book of Academic Life

 Today's reading is from the "Book of Academic Life",
 Chapter 1, verses 1-15.

 In the beginning was the Plan.

 And with the Plan were the Assumptions.

 And the Assumptions were without form.

 And the Plan was without substance.

 And darkness was upon the face of the faculty.

 And they spoke among themselves saying, "It is a
 crock of shit and it stinks."

 And the faculty went unto their Chairs and said,
 "It is a bucket of dung and we cannot live with the smell."

 And the Chairs went unto the Deans saying, "It is a container
 of organic waste, and it is very strong, such that none may abide it."

 And the Deans went unto their Associate Vice-Provosts, saying,
 "It is a vessel of fertilizer and none may abide its strength."

 And the Associate Vice-Provosts spoke among themselves, saying, to
 one another, "It contains that which aids plant growth, and it is
 very strong."

 And the Associate Vice-Provosts went to the Provost, saying, unto him,
 "It promotes growth, and it is very powerful."

 And the Provost went to the President, saying unto him, "This new
 plan will actively promote the growth and vigor of the university with
 very powerful effects."

 And the President looked upon the Plan and deemed that it was good.

 And thus the Plan became Policy.

 And this is how shit happens.