Thug Life, Tübingen

They shout at one another and laugh and drink themselves stupid every night on the river’s brick embankment beneath my windows: no different from what American university students would be doing were drinking legal at age 9, and decent beer from glass bottles with ceramic stoppers only 50 cents and had we charming brick embankments following our rivers rather than warehouses. But then, they start singing.

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On Wheaton and Hawkins, by way of Percy Shelley

And now it’s the lead story over at The Chronicle of Higher Education. The new #Wheatongate continues apace and will likely continue so to do until the decision comes down from the Board of Trustees, at which point–whatever the decision–it will all flare up again until we find someone else’s business to be aghast over, or we forget. For the most part, I actually like this convtoversy for the level of conversation it has engendered.

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