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Nov. 15, 2016
Dear Daniel,
Look, Danny, I’m just as big of a fan of the 1970’s Mexican-American latin rock guitarist Carlos Santana as the next guy, but I’m not gonna act like I don’t see the shit you’re trying to pull right now. You can’t write a third paper on ten time Grammy Award-winning musician Santana. Sure, I jam the fuck out to Smooth after a couple hits of chief, but as your SOSC professor, I have to draw the line at two papers about Santana. I’ll admit, your first paper about Santana’s solo in Corazon Espinado at 2:11 qua Marx’s Grundrisse and the proliferation of ideology and the prima facie cases of exploitation in capitalist arrangements was pretty fucking clever, but I won’t fall for that kind of bait-and-switch again. You can’t just show up to my office hours and talk about the contemplative life of a Santana roadie. I could see what you were up to the moment you started attaching sexy Santana gifs to all of our email chains. I wrote this op-ed just to let you know that if I so much as see a mention of Santana, rhetorically effective or not, you will fail this section of Classics of Social and Political Thought. Good luck.
Best, David
