Monthly Archives: June 2015

Poetry Corner: Cavalier Edition

Richard Lovelace (1618-57) is best known for his “To Althea, from Prison” (“Stone walls do not a prison make,/ Nor iron bars a cage”) and “To Lucasta, Going to the Wars” (“I could not love thee dear, so much/ Loved … Continue reading

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Thinking Aloud: Notes from the Nockian Remnant

A few weeks ago, as the Mad Dog and I were talking after the Spawn’s graduation, and after everyone else had gone to bed, I told him that I’m seriously considering withdrawing from the political world altogether, to the extent … Continue reading

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Goodbye to the Fish

Geoffrey Downes reports that his friend and frequent bandmate, bassist Chris Squire of Yes, has died, some months after a diagnosis of cancer. He was 65. Utterly devastated beyond words to have to report the sad news of the passing … Continue reading

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In Which an Insidious Plot is Hatched

As I mentioned earlier today, I had to spend this afternoon looking at freshman essays, in order to determine whether the kids seem ready for our standard comp course. I did this as part of one of our Freshman Orientation sessions, … Continue reading

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Did Someone Say Archway?

One of the things I thought was cool when my family moved to the Cincinnati area was the fact that a local radio station put out an album of local artists each year. They were called the WEBN Album Projects, … Continue reading

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Flag Wa(i)ving and Other Signaling Devices

Watching the current conniption in regard to the Confederate Battle Flag, I’m struck by how quickly we have achieved the Moral Panic Theater portion of the process. Although a significant portion of my family’s history can be traced to this … Continue reading

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In Which the Prof Forestalls a Harsh Lesson

As is my habit on school days, I awoke at a ridiculously early hour to release the Hound of the Basketballs, get my shower, and make the Spawn’s breakfast before our 8 a.m. class. However, just before I stepped into … Continue reading

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