* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender sizes you up and begins mixing a drink: 4 parts Head-Poured Worcester Water, 6 parts Foxboro Stadium-Brand PCP Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My latest project: Increased Birth Rate via Specific Grapes Parallel Sequence at least until old Chugs-What's-Handed-to-Him-then-Does-Not-Get-Arrested would walk in. And then we would all say Thou beslubbering shard-borne lout and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY MEMORY WHY I AM HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: What do you call a Piece of Hardware underwater?