Super Anchower, I know. Sorry. FWIW, most of the stuff seems to go to Twitter or corporeal hosts' FB these days, lacking the brain for the sort of Montaignesque focus a blog post requires. But, news from Texas. First, some good old fashion trolling from the Longhorns, repackaging the neoliberal assault on higher ed as something Johnny Football called as an audible. I mean, it could be, right?
Meanwhile, while Longhorns clamor for excellence in education, Aggies clamor for, waffles? This is not to say that waffle irons and Bisquick are illegal in College Station, but rather that there is no Waffle House in College Station. Irony is great if you, for instance, run a restaurant with a $300 tasting menu, and pump Phil Collins all night long, or buy shirts with wolves on them, but not so great for things you actually put in your mouth. What I am driving at, here, is that Waffle House is not good, and like so many cultish regional chains, gets undue love for being regional, not national. Seeing the first or last Waffle House driving north or south is a milestone, but don't eat there. Approximately 75% of their patrons are there b/c Waffle House is a mutually inconvenient place for divorced children to swap custody back and forth, but you should not eat there otherwise.
The Aggies disagree. They have made this presentation. Considering that the Aggies are known for their paramilitary undergraduate student body, it would seem like simply invading Belguim and plundering its waffle reserves would be the way to go. But not. And they also made these shirts. Yes, these: