World Cup 2018 starts June 14. This 6.5 minute video helps get me in the mood.
"Pick a country anywhere on the map and pick a decade from 1900 to now" and, theoretically, it will play you a popular tune from that time and place.
The Cure, 1987, from Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me.
Made me laugh.
A sweet tribute to a college job working at Al's Deli in Evanston.
. . . Al’s Deli would become the best, most formative job I ever had. It was a place that taught me about food, wine, love, and became a reassuring constant when my family was splintering apart. It even led me down a path of food and beer writing. And it revealed to me one of life’s simplest truths: A well-made sandwich is the quickest path we mortals have to experiencing the divine.
A terrific Dilbert with the PHB. (Link courtesy of my older daughter.)
I never worried about speaking baby talk to babies, but for anyone who does, this article offers reassurance.
Relative to when I took history classes, historians know a lot more about the pervasive role of bacteria in human affairs.
Fine short piece on (college) academic advising.
As both a student and a faculty member, I thought academic advising was a waste of time. (In my role as faculty, the most common question I got was, "Which professors in the department should I take?" I had to tell the students that I rarely, if ever, observed my colleagues in the classroom. What I didn't say was that while I could well guess, why should I ever badmouth any of my colleagues to students?) And in each role, it seemed to me that it would be far better to remove formal advising responsibility from faculty and outsource it to a few specialists. That occurred in my department and I would guess it's happening elsewhere.