I think humor is a niche the Underground should take up.
Wednesday July 5, 2006 by Patrick N. R. Julius
After a long day of giving lectures to disaffected first-year Wolverines at Dennison Hall, a young physicist decides to head to the Brown Jug for a drink.
He sits down at the bar, and orders a glass of wine.
Just then he notices the man sitting two stools to his left, and recognizes him as a fellow GSI, from the math department. The mathematician has his ear to a cell phone, and is less talking than listening and growing increasingly upset.
When the mathematician hangs up, the physicist asks him, “If you don’t mind my asking, what’s going on?”
The mathematician sighs. “I don’t understand women at all.”
The physicist pauses for a moment, taking another sip of his wine, then turns back to the other GSI. “Do you understand quantum Lorentz-invariances?”
The mathematician gives him an odd look, shaking his head vigorously.
The physicist smiles. “Neither do I, but I don’t think we’d be here without ‘em.”