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posted by [personal profile] siderea at 06:46pm on 2004-01-07
Rapunzel let her hair down for two suitors down below,
So one of them could grab a hold and give the old heave-ho
The prince began to climb at once, but soon came out the worst,
For the Engineer rode up a lift, and reached Rapunzel first
We are, we are, we are, we are, we are the engineers
We can, we can, we can, we can, demolish 40 beers
Drink rum, drink rum, drink rum all day and come along with us
For we don't give a damn for any old man
who won't give a damn for us!

-- MIT drinking song
 

wow

posted by [identity profile] anniemal.livejournal.com at 07:06am on 2004-01-09
This reminds me of a lot of unrelated junk from past. I am married because my husband flung himself at me when I was vulnerable and he had health insurance and a hot swing. Contradance is binary. And physical and biological. An engineering relationship all the way. He drives me a bit nuts in the poetry and implication sections, but, oh well. Thanks for the poem on engineers, though I'm having problems with the historical aspects of a lift in a castle at the time of Rapunzel. Must be a "suspension of disbelief" thing. Okay. I don't get why the plucking of rampions was grounds for that kind of punishment, either.


One of my best friends from high school headed off to MIT, but I have a hard time picturing the dear girl who pissed her pants before the Earth Science Regents Exam, aced it, then went on to be Valedictorian of the class I left behind me singing that song. A lot can happen between 18 and 22, given the right conditions. So it's possible. She's one of the few friends I miss.

I hope she is an engineer. Ain't history fun? Thanks.

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