Phraseology bloated past the point of grotesqueness

Thanks to Jake for pointing out this very funny piece about the waning empire that is Theory.

It jibes nicely with some recent reading of mine, Michael Pollan's A Place of My Own:

It's not uninteresting when Peter Eisenman takes ... a column and suspends it from the roof of a house so that it doesn't quite reach down to the ground, but he is wrong to think my annoyance at the sight of it is purely ideological, a matter of seeing a cherished cultural convention upset. Our regard for gravity is not just a question of taste.