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Monthly Archives: October 2011
Just turned out the front porch light a few minutes ago, and Mrs. M is on a Spawn retrieval mission. We weren’t actually expecting the Spawn to go trick-or-treating tonight — and she wasn’t planning to go out herself, but … Continue reading
In the wake of my post about the admissions open house the other day, Withywindle has some interesting things to say, and Jeff managed to bring a comment with echoes of the last cultural capitalist selling his executioners the rope … Continue reading
The Spawn wandered in here a few minutes ago, and because I’m always happy to have my grading interrupted, we struck up a conversation. Somehow the subject of carnies came up, and after I mentioned the excitement of being strapped … Continue reading
Spent the late morning/early afternoon at Mondoville’s Admissions Open House, representing the Humanities Department (English, Religion/Philosophy, History) at a table in the library amidst folks from the other disciplines, athletic teams, Greek organizations, and student services. We had about 300 … Continue reading
In his weekly G-file, Jonah Goldberg hipped us to the following bit of scientific research: A recent study out of the National Academy of Sciences found that Israeli parole judges are more likely to grant parole in cases they heard … Continue reading
Ran across an interesting article by recent blogrollee Alan Cross, on the subject of nostalgia, especially musical: [Author Simon Reynolds] points out that for the first time in human history, we’ve never been this obsessed with our own immediate past. … Continue reading