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Monthly Archives: August 2014
Could I Shoplift my way to Suicide by Cop?
I am a 52 year old, white, male professor. And I am guessing that if I did what Kajieme Powell, a 25 year old black male wearing a hoodie, did on Tuesday, I would have difficulty getting St Louis (or … Continue reading
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Add Yorkshire Accents to the List
I have long known that I can struggle with Irish, Scottish and Welsh accents. Add Yorkshire to the list. Yesterday my daughter assigned me the task of making sure that her groom and groomsmen arrived to the wedding on time. … Continue reading
Untenured? Set up a Google Scholar Profile
Do you have a Google Scholar Profile? If you are a tenure-track academic, you should. Google offers help setting one up, or you can find other advice here, here and here. Why do you want one? Here is Eva Lansoght at PhD … Continue reading
When Apartheid had a Softer Edge (Jan, 1953)
In his autobiography, Let My People Go, Albert Lithuli, then president of the African National Congress, writes about his first “pass law” arrest. It was January, 1953. The exchange is not only humorous, it also sheds some light on the progression … Continue reading