FINALS ARE OVER.
So, please take this time to ask me all your questions regarding the following topics:

the social and economical status of English, French, and German actors from 1550-1850; the influences of African drumming traditions on contemporary Jazz; the differences between Central Java Gamelan music and Balinese gamelan music; Garrett Hardin’s Tragedy of the Commons; or Bruce Block’s theory on visual structure.

Ahhh….hurry, I can feel it slipping….a.w..a…y….

trying to hold on…don’t forget…arrrr…

Oops, to late, well darn. Summer break - the knowledge vanished.

So, instead please let me take this time to tell you a story about bananas. because who doesn’t want to hear a story about bananas. Perhaps those of you wondering about Balinese Gamelan music don’t want to hear about bananas. And to that I say well tough, I’m not going to talk about Balinesse Gamelan music. I’m not even going to talk at all – so double tough.

You are going to read about bananas.

YOU: But Madi, if I don’t want to read about bananas, couldn’t I just stop reading now?
ME: about bananas, about bananas, about bananas, about bananas, - too late.
YOU: awwww shucks.
ME: no that’s about corn.
YOU: awwww peels.

Alright, so Bananas, which by the way, begins with a “B” as does Balinese gamelan music.
But that’s neither here nor there.

Bananas:

The other day I was walking back from my 11:30 class craving a banana for lunch. I had eaten my last banana the day before, and I was completely out of good bananas.

Now, finding a good banana at Mabee dining hall can be difficult. You have to be there right when they put new ones out. Once they get all mushy nobody buys them and they stay there rotting for a day or two, until our banana boycott forces them to put newer fresher ones out.

That morning there were a bunch of old nasty ones, so chances were that they would still be old and nasty. First, I checked Coats, and the bananas there were not up to my banana standards. I thought the ones at Mabee couldn’t be any worse, and when in doubt, I would just purchase a subpar banana at Mabee to satisfy my craving. So, I continued toward the main dining hall with the sole purpose of obtaining a banana.

Upon arriving at my destination, things could not have been more perfect: at the entrance to Mabee there was a guy in a banana suit and a guy in a gorilla suit handing out bananas for free. How perfect.

I got my banana, two bananas actually. They both surpassed my banana standards. And I enjoyed two days of lunches in a row with exceptional banananess. All thanks to the guy in the banana suit and the guy in the gorilla suit, who incidentally are the featured guests in this blog’s “reflections-of-greatness: people i’ve influenced.”

Reflections-of-greatness: people i’ve influenced
Banana Boy and Gorilla Guy.

It turns out they were advertising for some magic show...in a banana suit and a gorilla suit.

Thanks guys, even though it made no sense, it absolutely made my day and that’s all that matters: making my day. Congratulations, you're winners.

Now, you may be thinking, Reflections-of-greatness…people i’ve influenced…Madi how did you influence Banana Boy and Gorilla Guy?

To you I say, "You can’t be sure of anything…except one thing: i invented brilliance. And standing outside Mabee dining hall in a banana suit or a gorilla suit is brilliant. end of story."

that is all.
madananas

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