I did not know Dr. Duvall; I was sent this obit by a family member. But Dr. Duvall sounds like someone I would very much enjoyed knowing, and taking classes from.
(I do wonder how much overlap there is in the Venn diagram of “English professors” and “Marines”. I also wonder how many of the people who fit in both categories teach at W&L.)
Hey, remember A.G. Sulzberger? We wrote about him, and his struggle to find vegetarian food in Kansas City, back in January.
Well, according to Jimbo (actually, Jimbo is linking to a report on another website that I have a policy of not linking to), he’s leaving Kansas City and going back to New York “to work on the Metro desk”.
Boy, that was quick.
There’s a market in everything. But did you know there was a substantial market in paintings of dogs?
There’s even a dog painting specific auction (which takes place after the Westminster Dog Show, and where the above sales took place) and a dog painting specific gallery in Manhattan. (That’s one thing I love about New York; say what you will about the city, but no matter how esoteric and specific your interest is, there’s almost certainly a store in the city catering specifically to it.)
Cutting off the punchlines…
And in case you were wondering, Lawrence, Labradors and golden retrievers are apparently the most popular dog painting subjects today. Personally, I’m wondering how anyone gets a golden retriever to sit still long enough for a painting, but perhaps that’s just me.
Mike the Musicologist and I were exchanging emails last night about Highlight, the latest “social” application
designed to help you connect with people you don’t know just yet: your Facebook friends of friends.
I observed at the time that what used to be considered creepy stalkerish behavior now had an app for it, and that there was probably a blog post in that. It turns out that, yes, there was a blog post in that – and Tam beat me to it. (Stupid Capstone class. Grumble. Grumble.)
It has been one year since Prakashanand Saraswati disappeared, ahead of his sentencing on charges of indecency with a minor. How close are we to catching him? It looks like law enforcement thinks he’s in Baja, and that he’s running out of funds. Plus, we’re talking about an 82-year-old guy in a wheelchair…
The NYT reports from Whiteclay, Nebraska. You may remember Whiteclay as the wide spot in the road near the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation where beer is sold, leading the Oglala Sioux tribe to file a lawsuit against various parties (including the Whiteclay stores and several brewing companies).
At some point, I need to write a longer and more thoughtful post about this issue. I can almost understand what the goals of the Sioux are, given how hard the reservation has been hit by drinking. At the same time, the Libertarian side of me says “Look, this paternalistic, Prohibition-driven approach to the problem clearly is not working. Maybe you need to find another approach.”
(And I wonder: if the Whiteclay stores stop selling beer, how long will it be before folks start brewing their own beer on the reservation? I’d be shocked to find out it isn’t happening already.)
Edited to add: Oops. Forgot something. “Terra Nova” is dead, and I’m delighted. But what will TMQ have to kick around next season?