I walked past Emerson Hall this pm. I taught my first ever class here, in 1990. It was a section of Saci Bercovitch’s Myth of America. I was 25, had a Mac SE, a 2400 baud dialup modem, and a Maine Coon kitten named Waldo. I was naive beyond description. I’d do it better if I could do it again . . .
Tulip would like to remind you that in moments of despair, keep looking up. Not always easy, but if a ruffly pup can do it, so can you! 🖤
Tulip, in all her ruffly, feathery glory.
So much ridiculousness in such such a compact package 🐕🦺
Question for the Bluesky hive mind:
I have a student who is starting to look at grad programs. She’s an art history major and is really interested in provenance and restitution issues.
What programs (MA/PhD) would you recommend for a student who wants to pursue graduate research in that area?
Am I the only person who sustains constant paper cuts from the lids of Hollinger Boxes? They’re razor sharp and often unobligingly snappy
#archives
In 1817, a man named Abraham Lincoln was fined for ‘Playing foot balls [sic] in the streets’ of Boston 🗃️
Guitar jazz and dilute calicos! What’s not to love?