gerunds will be gerunds. class is boring.
There was a lot going on this day. Clockwise from top left: common note to self; design for dimensions, top surface, and innards of a tap dance floor; marked out stupid puns involving “tap;” phonetic transcription; notes on binding theory.
First in a (probably long) series of notes in which I tell myself to stop talking during class:
Also, apparently someone was talking bad about undergrads. Out of context and in retrospect, this seems unfair: