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Category Archives: Historiann
April 23, 2015, 6:41 pm
Best news ever! My conversation with Chauncey DeVega is up at We Are Respectable Negroes. Actually it’s been up since last week, and the conference, post conference, omigod-am-I-leaving-town-again cycle prevented me from posting it here. Apologies to all DeVega fans.
In any case, it was really fun to engage with Chauncey, who did me the favor of making a virtual visit to my blogging class in the fall. We covered, in his words, “police brutality and life in New York in the shadow of the Eric Garner case; the perils, joys, and challenges of public pedagogy and intellectual work; and share[d] some fun stories about the naughty, titillating, and scintillating things that can be found in famous folks’ personal archives and collections.”
And other stuff. We are an awesome pair, and thinking of giving Rachel Maddow a run for her $$. Since the weekend is almost here, enjoy: click here to…
April 10, 2014, 5:54 pm
Air travel and conferencing can have the effect of making me feel as though I am not really anywhere at all. I certainly believe that I have been in nearly every major hotel, in nearly every major city, for at least one conference. Usually more than once. The last time I was in this one, the Atlanta Hilton, it was January, 1996, and the worst snowstorm ever to descend on the South (until this winter) created all kinds of havoc from Georgia up to Albany, New York. Some of us who remember that AHA Annual meeting managed to escape Atlanta, only to get stuck half-way home in dreary motels in Charlotte. Some Zenith friends of mine made it as far as Hartford, and then got stuck in the airport motel there; others rented cars and tried to drive home. Those who stuck it out at the Atlanta Hilton were the smart ones, since they did not get stuck in someplace even less desirable (like the Amtrak go…
November 14, 2012, 11:25 pm
Binders full of academics are being disgorged at Luis Muñoz Marín International Airport in San Juan, Puerto Rico for the American Studies Association Annual Meeting. Good news: unlike many places in the Northeast, there is heat and hot water, and it’s about 80 degrees. Your favorite Radical, who spent this pre-convention day eating fish sandwiches at the beach, has an unexpectedly fantastic room at the Caribe Hilton, the conference headquarters. A Mad Man-ny styled place with 1960s retro furniture and a shower as big as some Manhattan apartments, it has a balcony and a view of the entire coastline.
Those of us who are checked in here had a fantasy about being able to slip in and out of panels, and in between go back to the beach. I was not the only person to design my convention-wear so that a bathing suit would fit comfortably underneath. Alas, it is not to be: the actual meeting…
October 2, 2011, 7:35 pm
Oh Brave New World That Has Such People in It! A Long-Delayed, and Appreciative, Response to Historiann
Dear Cow Girl,
I recently got a Burr under my saddle — you know, one of those things that pops up on Google Reader that lets you know that Someone’s Talking. The Burr reminded me that you are long overdue for a response to your post about the implications of my transition to the Chronicle of Higher Education. I don’t have much of an excuse for delaying this long except that the beginning of the teevee season, packing my $hitte for the move to a new jobbe, and a course overload seems to be getting in the way of holding up my end of the blogosphere. (more…)
June 22, 2011, 5:52 pm
Yesterday around cocktail hour the sun was slipping over the virtual mountains when we at Tenured Radical heard the sound of galloping pony hooves. Sitting on our front porch, surrounded by boxes and half-full L.L. Bean sail bags, we squinted into the glare and saw that it was Historiann. “Hellzapoppin!” she yelled, in that instantly recognizable voice that is a cross between Dale Evans and Mary Maples Dunn. She swung handily over the pommel, skirt barely in place as usual, and dropped her reins (we were impressed to see that cow pony come to an immediate halt, like they do in the movies.) “I’m getting crazy numbers of pings from your blog!” she said, as we put a bourbon and branch in her hand. “When in ‘tarnation were you going to tell me that you were moving?”
Oops. There is so much going on at chez Radical we had neglected to announce that we are migrating from…
October 31, 2010, 3:21 pm
|Will you get candy — or a rock? Illustration hat tip.|
We at Tenured Radical, normally so generous to the constituencies for whom this holiday is the apex of the year (little children, gay folk, college students) detest Halloween. We feel foolish when we dress up. We think candy is too expensive. Despite the fact that we are known to consume it, we also think candy is unhealthy. We resent the vast federal subsidies that go to an already fiscally plump sugar and corn syrup industry at a time when ordinary Americans are losing their houses and the basic requirements for living a healthy life are so difficult for the poor to access. In 2007, the Cato Institute estimated that sugar subsidies alone would cost taxpayers $1.4 billion over a decade; and that consumers of the numerous products containing sugar would pay a $1.7 billion annual surcharge because of these price supports. Corn, …
July 20, 2010, 3:12 pm
Day 1, The Professor: A Conversation With Historiann About Terry Castle’s The Professor and Other Writings
Several weeks ago we at Tenured Radical received an email from Historiann, who was reading Terry Castle’s The Professor and Other Writings (HarperCollins, 2010.) She notified us that this book — a combination of memoir and cultural criticism — was right up our alley. Several days later, when this slim volume by a Stanford English professor I have long admired had arrived by three-day shipping (and all household activities had been put on hold indefinitely as we went on a binge of reading and downloading Art Pepper albums), Tenured Radical and Historiann agreed that a blog-to-blog conversation was in order.
June 6, 2010, 7:01 pm
Go here for Historiann’s report on this year’s Little Berks. As everyone has inferred, I missed the Little Berks — one of my favorite annual events — for the Policy History Conference. In Historiann’s honor, even though she came east without telling me, ahem, I am posting a video from Garfunkel and Oates, the girl version of the Smothers Brothers.
Take it away, girls, on “Pregnant Women Are Smug!”
April 2, 2010, 1:01 pm
Continuing Concerns About My Politics Department: Click here for more concerns about whether I am really radical or not, discovered when I was Googling the Marc Bousquet reference cited in the previous post. It bears repeating occasionally that the Tenured Radical thing is meant to be understood in an ironic, oxymoronic, culture-warsy kind of context. But why waste an opportunity to talk about myself at length? Particularly on the Day that Our Lord rose from the dead, proved that there is hope for all of us, and encouraged the creation of the first, rudimentary group blog (currently also available as an iPhone App)?
It is my view that being a radical academic is a tricky, and perhaps impossible, proposition. Academics are inevitably hewing to one kind of convention or another, even when we are in resistance to — well, whatever. Hence, one is always stumbling over one’s own…
March 27, 2009, 3:53 am
Day One at the Organization of American Historians annual meeting is done, and much has been accomplished. The Radical got to bed way too late last night, having drunk far too much wine. I suspected by the time I arose at 6:30 AM that there was a hangover on the way, something I have not experienced for a very long time. Those who have known me since forever will chuckle knowingly. A few of you will even recall those evenings, back at Oligarch in the 1970s, when my roommate and I would cap off an evening of drinking by howling Carly Simon’s “Nobody Does It Better” at the top of our lungs as the pre-med who lived upstairs, Irish-American snub nose glued firmly to the grindstone, would weep with frustration. When it was clear that her tears only moved us to greater paroxysms of derision, she would send this lovely man downstairs to reason with us, and when that failed, in desperation,…