It's always weird when the APA holds the Central in New Orleans and the paper you're giving is scheduled at night. Chances are, you'll end up presenting to an empty room because anyone who might have gone to your paper has the good sense to be doing something else. I twill be interesting to see if SPEP is similar.
For people who don't know New Orleans much, I should say that the musical center post-Katrina is on Frenchman Street in the Marigny, just on the other side of the Quarter. Start with DBA and the Spotted Cat. If it's a fortuitous night you'll luck into some great weird Cajun band playing a cover of Black Sabbath's War Pigs with the (non-chromatic!) accordian player putting Toni Iomi to shame. There are lots of other great clubs right nearby with uncommonly good bands. My favorite is probably Checkpoint Charlie's. They have a laundromat on premises.
In the video at right, Buress messes up his geography a bit. You wouldn't go from Canal Street to Bourbon, since Bourbon ends at Canal Street. All the other stuff is basically right though. I'm surprised that he mentions Coop's by name in his "rat in the bathroom" story. My departed (two years in a month) friend Ian Crystal used to actually live upstairs from Coop's. He had a really hard few months when a recent ex-girlfriend began a romantic relationship with one of the cooks at Coop's and they'd hang out there all the time. Everyone made up in the end though.
Coop's is next to Molly's, where you can down a drink or several this weekend in Ian's memory. He used to order a greyhound by saying, "Could I have a vodka with just a splash of grapefruit juice, please?" I don't know if his drinks were actually stiffer as a result. The bartenders always rolled their eyes at me whenever he did that. If you stay at Molly's through enough drinks you'll eventually overhear a barfly in her forties telling some tourists about how she came to New Orleans x number of years ago and loved it so much she never left. It's a very welcoming city for barflies, maybe not so much Presbyterians though. . . I remember one time at Molly's getting trapped by a musician with bad teeth who wouldn't stop telling me about how the last weekend he'd hooked his elderly father up with psychedelic mushrooms. It was a pretty reliable Molly's moment. The kitchen's good too.
Ian was capable of immense hilarity and often found himself in situations where he couldn't resist doing something inappropriate. I helped write his obituary, which includes this bit:
Faculty colleagues recall Ian Crystal's wicked and irreverent sense of humour, his pursuit of justice and dedication to his students. He insisted that junior faculty members be treated fairly, and set high standards for his students, a number of whom have gone on to pursue graduate studies around the world. Students recall that he was a fierce advocate for them inside and outside the university, and would organize special classes in Ancient Greek for students who wanted more than the regular course offerings allowed.
Here's an example of the first bit. One night when he was hanging out in Molly's editing a new edition of an ancient commentary on Aristotle Ian looked up to see LSU's then chancellor Sean O Keefe at a table holding court to a group of lackeys in suits. It was a little bit incongruous. O Keefe ran NASA under Bush but after one of the shuttles blew up he was moved out to be chancellor of LSU. The story we were told is that he'd get us all these federal contracts. I have no idea how that turned out. I think that, like Bush, he just kept failing upwards and is now working in that American sweet spot at the interesection of defense contractors and our elected representatives.
At the time Molly's had Changesonebowie in its juke box. So Ian surreptitiously went over, put a couple of bucks in, and made it so that Space Oddity would play eight times in a row. By the third or fourth play, O Keefe and the flunkies left and Ian could get back to his Simplicius in peace.
Anyhow- let us all lift our glasses to Ian and to SPEP: for the good things, the bad things, and also things out of the blue.
When I was a high schooler everyone interested in LA punk fell either into the Henry Rollins camp or the Keith Morris camp. It was a weird kind of recapitulation of the Michael Jackson versus Prince thing from junior high.
For years everyone thought that Morris was Michael Jackson and Rollins Prince. But from the few survivors of those years that I stalk on my wife's facebook account, it's clear to me that the consensus has now flipped. . . And there's plenty of youtube evidence to back this out. Check out these grizzled veterans still somehow in the front lines of rock's army:
And it's not just a golden oldies thing. Here's his current band:
The lastest from my son, whose ninja like abilities with respect to my tendency to eat the whole bag of chips just seem to get stronger and stronger. That this might in fact be a genetic condition on my part carries no weight with him. He's not going to let me eat all of the chips.
I obviously have no skill in art photography, and the blurred letters are the result of that. The comic reads, "Dad tries to eat the cheetoes But I stoped him," and then has a depiction of Thomas stoping me.
I don't know how public is the knowledge of Felonius Screwtape/AKA Bob the Phenomenologist's real world persona, so I won't use his real name in what follows.
A remark he made on an earlier post at this blog and his (public) facebook page illustrates what I take to be an interesting sort of performative contradiction though. The comments and post are so NSFW that I'll put them after the fold. Let me also add a trigger warning, as Bob's post mixes violence and sexual imagery.
Nice editorial here about a controversy concerning civility in the UC system. These meditations stuck out to me:
But while protecting free speech is necessary to maintaining an open, democratic society — and to the meaningful exchange of ideas that is the university's mission — it is not sufficient. We also need a willingness to listen. We need a willingness to engage in intellectually honest debate rather than in demagoguery. We need commitment to the requirements and disciplines of academic knowledge, so that what we say will be more likely to be factually accurate and logically sound.
And we particularly need civility. Learning, research, and debate are social endeavors, which work best when people engage in them graciously and politely, and which work poorly when people are needlessly rude and disrespectful to each other. When people know that expressing certain views will lead to name-calling and ad hominem arguments, they will be less likely to express those views. When people are treated disrespectfully by some on the other side of a debate, they will be less open to being convinced, and less likely to work hard to convince others. And this is true not just of political speech on Sproul Plaza, but also in our everyday interactions with each other — in the classroom, in the office, and in the lab.
This is especially so when issues are inherently divisive, controversial, and capable of arousing strong feelings. We will protect people's rights to freely express themselves on these issues (even when they do so uncivilly), and we strongly encourage people to engage those issues. Indeed, the work of the University and a commitment to intellectual honesty demand that people engage those issues, despite their controversial nature. But nearly every idea that people want to express can be expressed politely — and expressing it politely is almost always more persuasive, as well as being more conducive to learning, debate, and the discovery of knowledge.
A depressing amount of recent internet discourse about theset topics confuses the goodness or badness of civility with the goodness or badness of various ways of enforcing norms concerning civility. I also think that this confusion by people in the anti-civility crowd just makes it more likely that the norms will be enforced in a stupid manner and by people who don't have a serious stake in the research mission of the University.