Once upon a blog, in the land of Academia, a merry if rowdy band of word thieves, lit
theory escapees, social scientists gone missing, and wandering (Lost?) free spirits, and
the odd philosopher or two met up with an old Mad Dog—not just any mad dog, mind
you, not the regular kind anyway that sidles up to you all roses and chocolate just to bit
you in the leg, but the more perplexing kind, the kind who never has any answers, but
tended to gesticulate a lot and generally butcher not her young crew, but the fine art of
metaphor. Together (mostly) when they all managed finally to make an appearance,
learned how to speak aloud to one another, and then how to say something with words,
they trundled off into the deep forest of language, and took to the trees where they plotted
to save it from the clutches of the sheriffs outside parading about on the grounds of the
Academy. Of course they could hear all the heady knowledge wafting over them, hurled
by the army.
But this band was not cowed, not dogged (well perhaps a little mad-dogged), not chicken,
nor even outfoxed by their foes—oh no, this group frightened the world (and itself if truth
be told) with alarming frequency with their passion and determination and deep thoughts
and growing gifts. But what can you expect from the likes of a nature nymph who
insisted that the world had the real and the surreal all mixed up, or the rollicking laughing
sprite who it must be admitted sometimes was found singing from the tops of the trees for
Jacob! Jacob! Or Cha-Cha stripped undulatingly, unerringly, passionately, elegantly,
bizarrely, brilliantly, nakedly of adverbs; Oh No, creid Academia! Save us! Fortunately,
when things got nasty, we had out barbs, our wits, Steves,our clever sardonic writers who
felt keeny the bite of the world and could help us avoid the traps of the outside. They had
Reason, too, oh yes, in the girl with the pearl earrings, the clam clear gaze and the ability
to run us over any bridge.
Sometimes, the Maddog got too mad, too out of control, and they called upon their most
fearless, most outspoken defenders of the forest to keep her from spoiling the plan: the
duo who urged the group to say what they had to say, the duo, Tweedle-Pi and TweedleZo.