How charming is divine Philoſophy! / Not harſh, and crabbed as dull fools ſuppoſe, / But muſical as is Apollo's lute, / And a perpetual feaſt of nectar'd ſweets, / Where no crude ſurfet raigns.

My brother flunked biology because he cheated on his mid-term.

Not that I expect my children’s generation to be shocked by it all. Unlike my analog upbringing, they were born into a digital world.

[…] the ascent of a kind of stubborn geekiness that doubtless reflected a big chunk of MTV's demographics: young, male, white, and vaguely loserish, if only in their own tortured teenage minds.