The student was a freshman.

… writes a letter to the Washington Post.

Kendall Berry, 22, a member of the FIU football team, was stabbed to death last night on the campus.

[T]wo men were seen arguing outside a recreation center about 9 p.m., and witnesses said one stabbed the other.

Via UD‘s buddy Dave Stone.

… will have a letter published shortly in the Washington Post.

She will not give away its content, but she will share with you the headline the Post editors have placed atop it:

ACADEMIES OF LEARNING… AND LAUGHS

She will of course link to it when it appears.

Prague Daily Monitor:

German economist Christian Roehl, one of the authors whose book Czech university professor Martin Svoboda allegedly copied, told Czech Radio (CRo) Wednesday that Svoboda was one of the authors of the book and no plagiarist.

Svoboda was accused of plagiarism and forced to resign from the post of dean of the Faculty of Economics and Administration of Brno’s Masaryk University on Tuesday.

Zdenek Rucka, member of the faculty’s academic senate, said Svoboda published two books as his own works in the past years but they were actually mere translations of the German work Generation Zertifikate – Die Emanzipation der Geldanlage by Roehl and Werner Heussinger.

The book by Roehl and Heussinger was issued in 2004 and Svoboda is mentioned in the acknowledgements. Svoboda published both Czech books a year later and he does not mention Roehl and Heussinger anywhere in them.

Roehl told Czech Radio that Svoboda is one of the authors of the book. The three authors had agreed that while in Germany the book would be issued under Heussinger and Roehl’s name, in the Czech Republic Svoboda would be its official author, Roehl said…

Vancouver Sun:

A group of professors in Saskatchewan are criticizing a scholarship that’s being offered to the children of fallen Canadian soldiers, calling it a “glorification of Canadian imperialism in Afghanistan.”

Sixteen University of Regina professors have drafted an open letter to school president Vianne Timmons, stating their concerns.

“It’s about associating heroism with the military intervention of Afghanistan,” said Jeffrey Webber, a political-science professor at the school…

The open letter, endorsed by Webber and his colleagues, asked for three things: the immediate withdrawal from Project Hero; public pressure on government to provide funding for universal access to post-secondary education; and a public forum on the war in Afghanistan and Canadian “imperialism” to be held before the end of semester exams…

Before the end of semester exams! WE SHALL NOT BE MOVED.

A letter to the University of Minnesota paper from a Minnesota graduate:

Those who care more about education at the University of Minnesota than how its sports teams do will want to check out a report on athletes’ graduation rates and related topics from the March 18 PBS NewsHour.

Only The Minnesota Daily had the courage to prepare a comprehensive report on the University athletics department. The gutless Star Tribune and Pioneer Press took a pass, since they revere intercollegiate athletics and apparently are willing to tolerate failure in the classroom and misbehavior off the field as the price a school pays for hiring “student-athletes.”

If you are fed up with embarrassing, costly, anti-education intercollegiate sports at the University, now is the time to express your thoughts to Gov. Tim Pawlenty and your elected state senators and representatives. Demand a halt to the misuse of your taxpayer dollars and a public investigation by the Legislature into the future of big-time sports at the University.

Will Shapira, University alumnus

Will needs to get his head out of the clouds and start caring about what really counts: Should rich people be allowed to get blasted at the new stadium?

Lost amidst the news that NCAA rejected Memphis’ appeal regarding 38 vacated wins from the 2007-08 season is that the university is now looking into the possibility of suing John Calipari.

The school was punished for having used an ineligible player — Derrick Rose — after it was determined that his SAT was invalidated.

… During the 2007-08 season, Calipari was awarded $200,000 for reaching the Final Four and another $160,000 for winning 81% of his games. With 38 wins being taken off the books, including off of Calipari’s overall record with the school, those bonus levels would no longer be met…

… writes in the New York Times about “the horror of multiple suicides.”

In a time of unrelenting connectivity, through Facebook, Twitter and our smartphones, paradoxically it is too easy to stop connecting directly with those most able to help our young people.

I’m not sure what this means. In the Huffington Post, the mother of an NYU student who recently killed himself writes in response to David Skorton’s NYT letter:

I am also encouraged to see that I am not the only who believes that connectivity disconnects people. I think that we need to [go] back in order to go forward.

I think both writers need to clarify what they mean. It seems intuitively right to me that part of what’s weird about being in your twenties today is that you’re always online in a variety of pseudo-social ways… That you’re maybe addicted to these bizarre tethers that aren’t really tethers… But I’d like to know more about why people think there’s a link between this and self-destruction.

… might – under pressure of having fucked up the university but good – be opening up a tad.

It would certainly be interesting to know how they lost ten billion dollars worth of endowment in one year. It would be interesting to know lots of things.

But UD doesn’t really expect the Harvard Corporation to give up its business secrets.

Ezra Klein, Washington Post:

Twenty years ago, someone with my [political] interests would’ve spent a lot more time reading books because blogs simply didn’t exist yet. Magazines were around, but the advent of the Web led to daily content, so I’ve also spent more time reading those. But I can’t deny it: So much as I love my favorite books, the biggest influences in my thinking have been the continuous intellectual relationships I’ve had with blogs, periodicals and other people. Books aren’t even that close.

Amy Bishop’s prick is her husband, of course, James Anderson, who lies and lies and lies.

He initially told investigators the family didn’t own a gun, though his wife had a borrowed one in the house.

“Get rid of it,” he recalled telling her. “I didn’t want to have it. I didn’t feel we needed it.”

During Bishop’s first hearing today, a police investigator reported that

[T]he gun used in the shooting, found in a bathroom trash can on a floor below, was purchased in 1989 for [Bishop’s] husband, James Anderson, through a man in New Hampshire identified as Donald Proulx.

Gray said Proulx told federal agents Anderson, who was living in Massachusetts, asked him to buy the gun because Anderson was having problems with a neighbor and New Hampshire didn’t have a waiting period for gun purchases.

… soon to be installed in honor of Ted Hughes, UD looks at one of his poems.

September

We sit late, watching the dark slowly unfold:
No clock counts this.
When kisses are repeated and the arms hold
There is no telling where time is.

It is midsummer: the leaves hang big and still:
Behind the eye a star,
Under the silk of the wrist a sea, tell
Time is nowhere.

We stand; leaves have not timed the summer.
No clock now needs
Tell we have only what we remember:
Minutes uproaring with our heads

Like an unfortunate King’s and his Queen’s
When the senseless mob rules;
And quietly the trees casting their crowns
Into the pools.

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Let’s look more closely.

September

[A funny month, neither here nor there. Summer still, but there are suggestions of fall. The poet locates his poem in this emotionally vulnerable season, its warmth and light and profuse life slowly being undone by something darker and colder. Transitional states make us, of course, think of time and its slow but unstoppable motion.]

We sit late, watching the dark slowly unfold:
No clock counts this.

[Lovers sit in a windowed room, embracing passionately and watching night come up. Engrossed in one another and in the soft gradual rhythms of the natural world, they don’t feel the passage of time. A perfect moment of infinite bliss. Yet the  word “late,” meaning not merely late at night but late in the summer season, already signals trouble.]

When kisses are repeated and the arms hold
There is no telling where time is.

[A repetition, or a deepening, of the first two lines, with the very nice formulation “arms hold.” We do not merely hold one another in a steady embrace; our arms, like some mechanical object we’ve successfully repaired, “hold.”  There’s a sense already of the tentative, jerry-built nature of this “hold.” Note also the linguistic care taken here, with variations of the soft s and the short i throughout – sit, this, kisses, is, is… Makes for a lulling feel which fits the lovers as they sit in a timeless trance.]

It is midsummer: the leaves hang big and still:

[See how he’s still doing it? It, is, mid, still…]

Behind the eye a star,
Under the silk of the wrist a sea, tell

[Infinity of light in the eye; oceanic endlessness in the body — This is love, which transcends time, which creates its own glorious world of permanence amid a world of impermanence.]

Time is nowhere.

We stand; leaves have not timed the summer.

[Now, in full night, the lovers get up to go to bed. Their passionate embraces are over. The poem is about to make a significant shift in mood and theme.]

No clock now needs
Tell we have only what we remember:

[From the idea of their needing no clock because their love triumphs over time, we move, with their standing up, to the idea of their needing no clock because they are so aware of their transience that they need no clock to remind them of it.]

Minutes uproaring with our heads

[Not only are they aware that they are slaves to time and not the eternal lovers they felt themselves to be before;  they positively scream with the painful awareness of their own brevity. Each minute uproars within their heads as they break away from their bliss into the world of time.]

Like an unfortunate King’s and his Queen’s
When the senseless mob rules;

[Off with their heads!  When the arms no longer hold, the head gets all mobbed up with the senseless, brutal world outside the beloved’s embrace.]

And quietly the trees casting their crowns
Into the pools.

[From an entire sea under the silk of the wrist we end in sad little pools into which the life of the lovers – their late summer leaves, their crowned heads, their crowning moment – is cast.]

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