The Occasional Joke


Nurse: Patient's name?

Centurion: Marcus Licinius Crassus

Nurse: And his date of birth?

Centurion: 115 BC.

Nurse: All right. And what is he here for?

Centurion: Cataphract surgery.


Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Twelve-year old rubbish

Resurrected from the hard copy archives and lovingly turned into a PDF, it's a marked-up copy of the 1996 Wood-Charles Holiday Kommunication, an Ann Arbor / English phrase book (no final version appears in our files.) Long before babelfish and so on, we were doing translation of obscure dialects, and this is as obscure as it gets. Click here for the document - you'll need Adobe reader or some other PDF renderer.

The humor of some of this may escape the casual or non-Ann Arbor-oriented reader -- the jokes about how do I get to Zingerman's, for example, are simply based on the fact that the famous deli lies at the nexus of the most illogical set of one-way streets in the western hemisphere. And the stuff about jazz is from an era when there was a kind of open mike night going on at a club in town, and the cast of characters was colorful and amusing.

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