Paul Mickiewicz
He was our neighbor, and his great-grandfather was Adam Mickiewicz. He apparently starved to death because arthritis made him unable to work and people did not bring him food. He helped me move once when it was important. Axé.
He was our neighbor, and his great-grandfather was Adam Mickiewicz. He apparently starved to death because arthritis made him unable to work and people did not bring him food. He helped me move once when it was important. Axé.
It is very important. Discuss. Everyone I know is for the Fichtenbaum slate, yet Cary Nelson sounds reasonable. My faculty will never unionize so support for an advocacy chapter is important to me. But no, on the other hand, I do not want a quietist AAUP. I do not have any inside information on this … More Open thread on the AAUP election
A program at my university is having a fundraiser so their building can be finished. It involves a $50 dinner ticket, and buying drinks at the bar, and participating in a silent auction. No, I do not have the money; yes, I have other priorities, anyway; no, I am not comfortable being asked to make … More A serious question
Axé.
As I clear out files, I find scraps of paper; the one I have just found had this title. It says that it is not a comment on writing or research, but on other aspects of work. It says that the amount of time I have to spend managing other peoples’ emotions about my degrees … More Ninety seconds of insight
O si se tiene sed, se alarga el brazo ¡Y a la copa que pasa se la apura! Luego, la copa turbia al polvo rueda, Y el hábil catador -manchado el pecho De una sangre invisible- sigue alegre Coronado de mirtos, su camino! ¡No son los cuerpos ya sino desechos, Y fosas, y jirones! Y … More Amor de ciudad grande III
…living in a culture which is concerned to preserve itself in a static way and/or revive an older version of itself; which repeats more than it evolves; which is participatory but in the sense of working to present itself as an object of consumption. (“I feel like a walking ethnographic exhibit,” someone said.) …”I do … More Things we said last night
Se ama de pie, en las calles, entre el polvo De los salones y las plazas; muere La flor el día en que nace. Aquella virgen Trémula que antes a la muerte daba La mano pura que a ignorado mozo; El goce de temer; aquel salirse Del pecho el corazón; el inefable Placer de merecer; … More Amor de ciudad grande II
…I mean, seriously. What I understood today, would have worked then, I do believe. Perhaps not, yet still it seems so. Tant pis. (What I learned was, don’t try to explain or justify things that have happened, do not try to defend, just say them. This stops the torture somehow–the how did we get here, … More Today I figured out how I could have, even then, gotten over something I have needed to get over for about twenty years
The 19th century is so rich and strange. The wicked Wiki: George Alphonse Fleury Izambard (born December 11, 1848 in Paris[1]– February, 1931) was a French school teacher, best known as the teacher of poet Arthur Rimbaud. He taught at the Collège de Charleville in Charleville, where his nickname was “Zanzibar”.[2] On 4 May 1870, Rimbaud’s mother wrote to Izambard … More Je est un autre