Periodically, I get mailing labels in the mail from veterans groups soliciting donations.  Normally, they have flags or poppies or planes on them but recently they’ve gotten more… femenine.  My name’s caused some confusion throughout time.  Statistically “Terence Robinson” is an African-American 46-year old while “Terry Robinson” is a 52-year old white woman.  So, I’ve received applications to the United Negro College Fund and an invitation to the Society of Black Actuaries.  American’s United to Support Disabled Americans has provided me 30 labels with the most Georgia O’Keeffe-esque flowers on them.  I really want to respond “I will support your cause if you properly identify my sex”.

Some Faulknerian Idiot Manchild was humming Petula Clark’s Downtown on the train and it got stuck in my head. This is what the day wound up sounding like.
MSOM 105: “Using the distance formula will not minimize distances in most factories” “Downtown”
IH 0051: “The goal of Jnana Yoga is the worship the godhead” “Downtown”
ACT 0002: “If you guys don’t start participating I’m going to ask you to go” “Downtown”
SOC 0062: “Examples of racial discrimination can still be found in many of American’s institutions” “Downtown”
STAT 212: “When calculating the value of some sample space with an unknown variance, the Tschybechev Inequality can give you an upper board to the standard deviation assuming a small number epsilon””Downtown.”

Yeah, I know, that last one didn’t work at all but it’s fucking Stat 212. It’s like the alphabet and the number line had sex and they taped it.