As I was hustling down 10th Street last week, late as usual, I was accosted by a smarmy grin poking a piece of paper at me. "Hey man," the smarmy grin said. "Want a free ticket to a concert next week?"
Eager to make haste, I accepted the proffered piece of paper and plunged on to my late appointment. As I bustled along, I examined my "ticket," only to discover that it was the very same uninformative and ubiquitous advertisement I'd already seen about a million times in the previous days, inviting me to an ambiguous event called "AFTERdark." Par for this course, the "ticket" listed the program's name, date, time, location and little else: no description, campus affiliation or sponsoring student group could be found. Apparently cat-killing curiosity was the intended enticement.