vagrant hearts

New purchase: Patti Smith‘s 1996 album Gone Again:

I have a winterís tale
How vagrant hearts relent, prevail,
Sow their seed into the wind,
Seize the sky, and theyíre gone again.
-“Gone Again”
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today’s soundtrack

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“Seen your video
The phony rock-n-roll
We don’t wanna know”
-The Replacements

I’m not exactly sure why, but these lyrics just seem appropriate lately.

world aids day

Chris Bertram has an entry at Crooked Timber gathering related news links related.

Results at Google News/World of search using keyword “AIDS.”

mortality of the humanities

“When the academic humanities are finally, definitively destroyed by the studied, self-important irrelevance of theorists’ dogmatically inaccessible progressivist stance, no one will be able to complain that there were not cogent warnings of what was to come.” –Erin O’Connor

If the academic humanities are finally destroyed–and reports of this impending destruction are greatly exaggerated–it will not be because of theorists. Death will come when people finally give in to the notion that institutions of higher education should be financially profitable enterprises run like corporations, and when they give in to the notion that the purpose of higher education is to allow those who partake of its benefits to earn more money at their jobs. What chance do the humanities have then? It won’t matter if humanities academics are writing like Jacques Derrida or like Cleanth Brooks. All the good writing in the world will not save the academic humanities at that point.

“This thing upon me like a flower and a feast. This thing upon me crawling like a snake. It’s not death, but dying will solve its power … And as my hands drop a last desperate pen in some cheap room they will find me there and never know my name, my meaning, nor the treasure of my escape.” -Charles Bukowski

wifi everywhere! or, history of the black crowes

Is it at all possible to find an independent coffee shop in downtown Kansas City that doesn’t have free wireless Internet access? Predictably, Starbucks charges for theirs, but it’s wide open just about everywhere else. If I want to support local coffeeshops, I have to contend with the lure of the Internet (or just leave the laptop at home); if I want to avoid that lure, I have to spend time with the Great Satan. So here I am at the Cup and Saucer, grading, and trying to avoid various online responsibilities.

I’m just stopping in, dear reader, to opine briefly on Atlanta’s Black Crowes. When I was a wee undergrad and local hack music writer, the Black Crowes were called Mr. Crowe’s Garden, and they were firmly part of the jangly southern bands on college radio crowd (see R.E.M., Let’s Active, the D.B.’s, and various Athens, GA: Inside/Out bands). Then they got a record deal, went into the studio, and came out a few months later with a new band name and sounding like a cross between early ’70s Rolling Stones and late ’70s Aerosmith. The cool thing to do, of course, was to lament how they had “sold out.” But I’ll let you in on a secret: I really like the Black Crowes. When you’re down in the dumps, crank up Shake Your Money Maker.