See, you think the woman fell and skidded; but the person who fell and skidded is the writer. And thus the writer’s sentence falls and skids.

“Epstein and Summers were so close, Summers went to Epstein for advice about an extramarital affair he was trying to have with a reluctant grad student, in between bouts of calling women stupid.”

For mercenary reasons, Harvard prof Elisa New waxed lyrical about child sex trafficker Jeffrey Epstein — until the world of decent people came crashing down on her and she couldn’t do it anymore. What an inspiring guide to the delicate art of poetry.

This one should keep the psychologists busy for decades. Watch the footage of the Bondi Beach terrorist attack. Ask yourself how it comes about that any human being has the courage of this guy.

They’ve got a ways to go. I believe the figure for American ultraorthodox Jewish children is one hundred percent.

I’m sure Stanford will get there. Just as Harvard’s endowment will eventually reach one hundred billion, so in the fullness of time all Stanford undergraduates will get there.

Steve Fisher was not geographically a Michigan man – he was raised in Illinois – but he had been on staff for seven years when Schembechler handed him the reigns of the team.

[The economics instructor] said he hid behind a desk with about 20 … students, and that one was shot in the leg.

About 20 other students ran out of the room’s side doors, he said. The students who were sitting in the middle row had a harder time escaping the gunfire. “The students in the middle were impacted the most,” he said. “Many of them were lying there and they were not moving. I have no idea how many.”

No one knows much of anything yet, but there’s apparently been an active shooter on campus for some time, and there may be multiple victims.

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Two dead, nine critical. So far.

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‘Gov. Dan McKee of Rhode Island described the shooting as “an unthinkable nightmare”…’ How tone deaf can you be. Not only thinkable — same old same old.

Yes, same old, same old.

Don’t NOBODY do hazing like Texas. Plus nobody down there gives a shit.

SING IT

Tickets have a five-fold rise
Fans must pay a rip-off price
Too ra loo ra loo
Pat a pat a pan
When I pay my FIFA sum
How can anyone be glum

At this late date it isn’t about the ancient layers of moral filth in the soil of bigtime college football; even UD, who giveth not a fuck about collegiate sports, can recite the (highly selective) history of ick Mitch Albom reviews here — all of his nostalgia prompted by U Mich’s latest coaching scandal.

Its six million dollar a year coach got to be coach when the coach before him was suspended for recruitment violations (the new coach – duh – was also guilty of recruitment violations) but hey that doesn’t even count in any university sports reckoning, does it? Business as usual. Sex shit, however, plus assault, plus the guy who earns five million more than the school president is as we speak in jail… They’ve dumped the dude for cause but he’ll sue anyway and end up costing UM many millions. Life of the mind.

According to NBC News data, the K-12 vaccination rate for measles-mumps-rubella (MMR) in Spartanburg County was 90% for the 2024-25 school year, below the 95% level doctors say is needed to protect against an outbreak. In neighboring Greenville County, the MMR vaccination rate was 90.5%.

Rapidly escalating outbreak. Stay the hell out of South Carolina.

Can’t be a judge in Germany if you won’t take off your hijab. Reasons here.

I began thinking over this list of the six ingredients Professor Van Ghent felt it necessary for a novel to contain in order for it to provide “contiguity” – a nice euphemism for “relevance”- “with modern interests”: death, sex, hunger, war, guilt, God. When I cast around in my memory for a modern novel that would eminently qualify, the first that came to my mind was, for some reason, James Jones’s From Here to Eternity, now so thoroughly forgotten, though it was only a little over twenty years ago that it was the great bestseller of the time and the great movie a little later. It had death; it had sadism; it had hunger – at least it contained great chunks of “social consciousness,” which I suppose is what is meant. It had sex – how thrilled we all were at the daring of the famous copulation scene on the Hawaiian beach! It had war – the attack on Pearl Harbor, no less. Indeed, it combined the last two ingredients in a short sentence of priceless felicity, to which Jane Austen could never have hoped to aspire: “Pearl Harbor made a queasiness in the testicles.”

Donald Greene

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