Friday Quick Hits and Varia

We have an official snow day here at UND, but even I celebrate over my morning cup of coffee, I know that if this storm doesn’t deliver, this will cost us a snowy commute in the future.

In the end, it doesn’t matter. I’m hunkered down with my laptop and coffee by the fire and looking forward to some decent football (Eagles versus Vikings, and Penn State playing an always pesky Iowa team), a slightly disrupted Formula One weekend, the NASCAR boys at Talladega, and some decent, boxing. Plus I have some books to read, papers to grade, and a few other things to putter around with until the weather clears. I’ll post an update to my “first snow” snapshot from yesterday when there’s a bit more light.

In the meantime, enjoy a short list of quick hits and varia:

• They’re still blaming the goats.

• Inscribing Faith in Late Antiquity: Between Reading and Seeing.

• You could be a white-haired professor at the ASCSA.

• Database Coordinator, Framing the Late Antique and early Medieval Economy (FLAME).

• The A, B, Cookiemonsters. 

• Permanent Temporariness.

• A little history of peer review in the humanities.

• Late Style in Rock and Roll. (And if you haven’t listened to Paul Westerberg’s 49:00 lately, it’s here on SoundCloud!)

• If you haven’t listened to Rahsaan Roland Kirk play “Ain’t no Sunshine” you should.

• NDQ 86.3/4 by the numbers.

• Built for the Game.

• Longines absolutely nails this.

• What I’m reading: A dissertation manuscript (and if I get some time: Cau Ontiveros, Miguel Angel and Catalina Mas Florit (ed.). Change and resilience: the occupation of Mediterranean islands in late antiquity. Joukowsky Institute publication, 9. Oxford; Philadelphia: Oxbow Books, 2019.

• What I’m listening to: Rashaan Roland Kirk, Blacknuss.

A Milo Story: Yesterday, in the sleet and rain Milo and I were playing “stick” in a local park. A swarm of deer caught his eye and in a wink, he was gone after them. I figured he’s circle back around after he gave up on the chase, but 20 minutes later, he was still no where to be found. After an hour of increasingly desperate searching in the rain and some kind of pellet sleet, he reappeared, drenched to the bone (which is quite a feat for a yellow lab), covered in burs, and clearly rattled. We got him home, dried him off, and he’s recovering from his adventure. It was a scary evening for all involved!