A Berkeley history professor said he’s gone from assigning 100 pages of reading per week to 35.
Another “said the earliest version of the…course he taught required seven full books, while his most recent iteration exclusively consisted of excerpts.”
“We are now reaching a crisis point where if the number (of pages) goes down further, it’s unclear to me whether my discipline of history can really be taught,” the first one said.
I don’t know who this bloke is, but he looks like he’s stepped straight out of a different era.
The suit. The tie. The moustache. The confidence.
A proper throwback to an England that valued character, individuality and a bit of class. 👏👍✊🇬🇧👌❤️🙏
Better economic analysis from Wallace Shawn than 99% of what we see here: “In a way, I’m still downwardly mobile from my parents…But I don’t think my mother ever had a cappuccino. So am I downwardly mobile or upwardly mobile? Because I can have cappuccinos all the time.”
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I loved the film back then, and I love it even more today. I still remember staying up way too late on a school night, watching Colin Welland bound up to the stage to collect his Oscar, punch the air, and bellow "The British are coming!" like a gleeful revolutionary.
Back in 1981 Chariots of Fire snuck up and stole Best Picture like a quiet outsider winning the 400 metres. It wasn't loud or flashy, it was smart, restrained, and genuinely beautiful at a time when Hollywood was drowning in explosions. It won Best Picture not because the Academy had suddenly developed a taste for Scottish Congregationalist scruple and Cambridge atheism, but because Hugh Hudson's film understood that the true English epic is often small, private, and conducted with a restraint in manners.
What still holds it upright, 40 odd years on, is the way it refuses to sentimentalise its own decency. Eric Liddell's faith and Harold Abrahams' driven Jewish ambition are not presented as cuddly quirks, they are serious impediments to the easy life, and the film respects them as such.
Vangelis' score still gives you chills and those slow-motion runners on the beach remain a visual shorthand for aspiration that no amount of CGI can render obsolete. Chariots of Fire reminds us that grace under pressure is still the rarest medal of all.
How to write a children's book:
Step 1: Be famous for something else.
Step 2: Have lunch with a publisher.
Step 3: Talk about your brilliant ideas.
Step 4: Tell them to turn the ideas into a book and publish it. How hard can it be?
Step 5: Remember to thank them for lunch.
Welcome to new followers! I write about opera and cultural history. My latest book is Someone Else's Music: Opera and the British. At a recent event, another speaker said it "reads wonderfully", is "hugely inspiring" and a great book to read on a train!
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Doctors say that fluoride helps build strong teeth. A guy who snorts cocaine off toilet seats and takes raccoon penises home for “further study” says it causes autism. For busy parents, it can be hard to know who to trust.