that other Freddie

So I’ve gotten more aggressive in moderating and deleting comments here. A few times this has been because of people posting massive blocks of text that have essentially nothing to do with the content of the post I put up. (It’s free to start your own blog, fellas.) But mostly this stems from people telling […]

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a brief FAQ on Steven Salaita

Since I’m perpetually having to answer the same questions in regards to Steven Salaita, I thought I would put together a short FAQ. Obviously, there’s no endorsement of this by Dr. Salaita, I don’t mistake this for comprehensive, and this isn’t the last word on anything. But I keep getting the identical questions and life […]

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actually, people would rather be known for confessing to not reading than to be known as readers

So here’s this Mallory Ortberg post about lying about having read books you haven’t read. Ortberg: It is possible, I suppose, that you are the sort of self-actualized person who has never once pretended to have read or seen something she hasn’t in conversation, and that you are never anxious about your social status, and […]

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who and what is the university for?

A couple of weeks ago, I went to the University of Illinois at Urbana/Champaign with activist friends of mine. We went to protest in support of Dr. Steven Salaita and the several unions and student groups who were rallying for better labor conditions, for the principle of honoring contracts, for collective bargaining rights, for recognition […]

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what thoughts I have of you tonight

Five years or so ago, I was reading in the Russell Library in my hometown in Middletown, Connecticut, while two blocks away on Broad Street, Stephen Morgan was pumping bullets into Johanna Justin-Jinich. By then, the bookstore where she worked was called Broad Street Books, but I will always think of it as Atticus. I […]

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Freddie, Fredrik, Fred….

My dad went to Antioch College (RIP?) for his undergrad. When he got there, he had two roommates. All three of them were named Fred(e)ri(c)k, which he always chalked up to a joke by some administrator at the famously liberal, weirdo school. He would later go on to work at Wesleyan, which is where I […]

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