I don’t know why, but I kind of feel that if Bakhtin had ever, even one time, walked into a bar and knowingly said, “Hey, bartender…” it would have somehow, in a dialogical way, redeemed every bad joke my father ever told. Then again, maybe I’m just reading too much theory.
The Other Things Matter 
Now that is how you tell a joke in web 2.0 land.
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Thanks Unknown. And by the way, I dig your handle. Having the "Unknown" comment on this post really lends credence to the idea of its continuining influence on future discourse. Thanks for helping to keep it dynamic.
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