Geeks of the 18th Century

I've always thought of myself as a geek. A great deal of my time is spent reading and thinking. I enjoy learning and discussing abstract ideas and discoveries. Not the most common thing for a reasonably attractive woman. There is no intent of slamming my fellow women, but I don't focus on my nails, hair or the newest purses. Reading the NY Times science section I found a very good article about a group of linguists that have applied their skills to a German manuscript written sometime around 1760. It was discovered in East Germany in the 1940's and until recently has gone un-broken. Until now... Dah Dah Dahhhh.... Drumroll, hold your breath in anticipation.. The 105 pages beautifully bound in green leather appears to be the rules and guidelines for a secret order of people devoted tot he study and interest of Ophthalmology. That's right, and group of dorks, wearing funny hats and clothes, with initiations all to talk about eyeballs and the such. There you have it, proof that geeks existed in 1760! I love Geeks!

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