Andrea Kaston Tange

fwiw, I feel this, and I sympathize. And also this place sounds wonderful.

PSA: Get yourself a Committee of No—a trusted group you can ask about opportunities, offers & obligations to figure out which you should accept and which you should decline. It's a real boon in thinking through workload issues. Plus, they'll inevitably text you funny things at stressful moments.

the people who told us to calm down because Roe was settled law are the same people now telling us to calm down because the military would never open fire on Americans

Anthropic settlement explainer:
--look up to see if your work was included (easy)
--file a claim if it was (easy)

--Amount will likely be 1.5K (3K per book, split w/publisher)
--Money comes between now and 2027 (in separate tranches)

THIS is the right answer, and the place I always point to as the root of this problem.

People think they’re taking down a rich intellectual sinecure but they’re mostly terrorizing committed public servants who make $58,000 a year after 15 years of experience at a school that has to budget creatively so students can access textbooks.

Holy shit this is INCREDIBLE go sign up now.

ooohhh, I could ask her for 2.0, The Artist Version!

It didn't work, but given the right pixie dust, I imagine it would have been brilliant. It was so pure and lovely. (I still have it on the shelf in my office. More than a decade later.)

THE ONLY machine that would solve this problem, I'm convinced, is the "grade my papers machine" that my then-2nd-grader made for me as a birthday present. It was a highly decorated box made of paper, with an obvious input hole at the top, and an out ramp at the bottom made of a whole row of staples.

Favorite bit of this morning's reading—in a 1925 article about the $100,000,000 alcohol ring in Philadelphia—the author decried:
"the trade in venomous distillate for beverage purposes."

It's the best scathing description of booze I have ever seen.

It fills me with delight to contemplate how fonts date ephemera. Movie posters & book covers & advertising & newspapers &c. BEHOLD the glory of this ad for the Ziegfeld girl who took her (appropriated) shimmy on tour to dazzle audiences. Seven fonts! A curved headline! Sideways exclamation points! 😍

This is EXCELLENT.

1) this is spot-on analysis of the problem & a great immediate 1st thing a city can do to improve outcome.

2) as a 2 min clip? He's giving history, hope & change. Speaking to women, to Jewish & Black NYers, saying "abortion." & also naming eugenics in feminism. 100/10 no notes.

A thing I learned when I had small children, but seem continually to forget in relation to myself is that tired can actually point to hungry, and grumpy can mean tired.

Isn't it? I love that.

Thank you so much, Patrick! This was such a fun cluster to put together, and I appreciate your kind words.

The journal Victorians (formerly The Victorian Newsletter) is out, with new format and new editor Kristen Pond, featuring a forum on amateurism and professionalization in science with intro by @aktange.bsky.social. Some terrific work here, and all is Open Access. muse.jhu.edu/issue/55573 #C19th

It's open-windows weather, and the husky enthusiasm of my delightful next-door-neighbor toddler comes wafting across the short space between our houses: here Dada! here Mama water! Even sentences I cannot wholly hear I can tell end in an exclamation point, celebrating her sheer joy of words. ♥️

If you’re rich and not a coward, this is what you’d refer to as a “market opportunity” to dominate a media ecosystem that’s about to be covered in grotesque government slop. To be a pop of color in a sea of beige will be easier than ever. People will flock to it. You gotta be a little brave, though.

This is all he said.

Oh, I'm so happy to hear this! Mine have been experimenting with them too, and it's been really interesting to hear about them.

My then-19yo patiently explained how ending punctuation signaled irritation I didn't mean in texts. So I trained myself to abandon periods—at least for last sentences. (He couldn't wean me off multi-sentence texts.) Now I drop them w/o thinking w/grownups who text like writers—& I feel like a chump.

Just thinking about how the right made up an entirely fictional left wing character that resulted in so many bomb threats and the like and nobody will face consequences. But people on the left who accurately clocked the victim’s life work lost jobs.

The whooping-cough vaccine is part of the DTaP series of shots that you're supposed to give infants and toddlers—diptheria, tetanus, pertussis. So apparently people have gotten so g-d crazy they think their kids don't even need a shot for *tetanus.*

Also, I live in a very safe place as to violent crime. But opportunistic garage theft from alleys is a huge problem.

Noooooo. Having had one snowblower stolen, the (closed but unlocked) garage rifled through on another occasion, two LOCKED UP bikes stolen off campus bike racks, and my car stolen off the street (I got the car back), I feel particularly protective over any garage I see yawning open.

Houses in your neighborhood have detached garages that open onto alleys; opportunistic garage thefts are frequent. Your neighbor's garage door is left open. You ring doorbell to let them know & get no answer. Is it weird or neighborly to go into garage, close door & exit through their fenced yard?

Cover of a children's book called "Hip Cat" by Jonathan London. The illustration of a black cat wearing a red beret and playing a saxophone is rendered in a jazz-style set of color-block shapes--as if Matisse collages were jazz paintings about cat musicians.

an illustration from the interior of the book: Hip Cat is sitting on a chair whose legs appear bowed with the soul of the music he is playing his sax. Behing him is a jaunty house, a hillside, and the sun, all in the same illustration style as the cover.

A great joy of having grown children is recollecting the books we loved best to read aloud together and putting together a collection for a friend who is having a baby. I regret to report, however, that this absolute treasure, with its magnificent illustrations and scat-poetry tale, is out of print

Just found our library copy (a different edition), so at least I can read that. If the MIT edition turns out to be great, I'd love to know!