A partial list of people I may (or may not) thank in my dissertation

NP: Epic -- Faith No More.

Rather than actually finishing Chapter 6, I'm looking way ahead to the day when the project is finally completed and sent to the graduate school/bindery to be immortalized forever as a piece of academic production far exceeding anything required by an engineering or science degree. An important part of the process is finishing the acknowledgements page where you thank everyone that helped you along the way. Below is a partial list of who I am going to thank and why, in no particular order.

My next door neighbor from Tennessee -- Every Christmas she bakes a chocolate cake for my family. A large part of that comes back to Florida with me for the start of the Spring Semester. I will never have a better dessert until I eat from the table of the Lord.

Ken Kennedy -- The WWE rookie sensation helped me more than he will ever know when, in the midst of a writer's block in Chapter 3, I played his intro video (complete with the cry of MIIIISSSSSSTTTTTTEEEEERRRRRR KENNEDY) and suddenly found myself able to write again.

The guy who owns www.radioparadise.com -- Many an hour has been spent listening to this self-described eclectic rock station. God Bless Free Streaming Radio.

The staff of the Downtown Starbucks. Being surrounded by hippies (as I am writing this, there are three people in the store with mohawks) always makes one smarter and doubtless helped to deepen my analysis at critical junctures. There is also a mathematical limit to the number of toffee almond bars a person can eat and still fit into his jeans.

Arthur Sulzberger -- the late publisher of the New York Times provided me (in the form of a letter he wrote in 1956) with the smoking gun I needed to prove that I was on the right track.

Thomas E. Dewey -- The two-time presidential loser liked to write letters in code to his associates. I guess he thought he missed his calling to be an NSA agent or something. In the process, he gave Robert Taft the designation "G," making Taft the "Original G." Word yo.

The staff of Science Gone Mad -- Half-eaten sandiwches, Rickey Henderson on a Coke binge, the pterodactyl from Joust...the hits just keep on coming.