Purdue-zy

Vojvodina. The Autonomous Province of Vojvodina. Аутономна Покрајина Војводина, Autonomna Pokrajina Vojvodina.

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From a seminar discussion:

Ingrao: Do you know that there is a Serbian Ministry for Minorities or some such thing?

Snively: Yeah, but they need to change their website because the links are down. I was hoping to get something from them that wasn’t on the internet.

Ingrao: Ah, well, I know somebody who works there. Vesa Ivanović. I’ll give you her email. Wait, she’s on the [Scholar’s Initiative] project. You already have her email address.

Thought balloon over Snively’s head: “Sweet.”


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MA

It was a big weekend of celebration around here in the Greater Lafayette area as my Master’s career has come to fruition.

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My new little nephew, Jayden, came by on his first road trip. Only 20 some odd days old and already on the road. This kid is going places, even if it all makes him a little sleepy.

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One of the funnest this things I did this weekend was get a chance to cook and clean with my mom.

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And I got to hang out with my lil’ sis, Nikki, who seems to be a natural born mommy.

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Here’s my mom’s significant other Tom hanging out on my porch reading the paper.

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I got to be a wizard with the ribs that they brought along.

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Damn tasty if I say so myself.

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A feast fit for a king, queen, and a baby prince on Similac.

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That little stick figure under the big screen on the right is me in the first moments of official MA-hood.

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A bunch of familial love and peace. The way it should be.

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The K&D Book Outlining Sessions

Just sitting, chilling, outlining some books, and listening to Austria’s finest—Kruder & Dorfmeister—set the ambiance:

PhD Land

I think I’ve now been officially accepted into the PhD club.

Well, I was “officially” accepted yesterday when a letter in my history department mailbox informed me of my Teaching Assistantship for the 2009-2010 academic year. This sweet little gig comes with a grand total of $13,005!

That is, of course, before deductions of $777 per semester in fees and the annual $935 health care premium. But what the heck, Lafayette’s cost of living is fairly low and I get to keep on, keeping on with what I love to do.

(Speaking of cheap, I’m keeping my fingers crossed in hopes of landing a little 525 sq ft apartment in this rehabbed Midwest river building for $450/month):

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No, the reason I feel like I’ve been officially accepted is that Dr. Ingrao asked me to ride with him in his car down to the Indy airport and then run it back to his wife who hates driving in the vicious spring storms we’ve been having around here. He flew out today to DC for a conference on the importance children’s textbooks play in preventing (or stoking) ethnic conflict. From there he’s heading on to Germany to give a short speech on Serbia.

The nicest part was that he warmly opened up to me, discussing all kinds of future plans on his end and possibilities on mine. We discussed three-week courses he’ll give in Bejing, Costa Rica, and hopefully Budapešt, as well as his upcoming 39th trip to the Balkans, this time to promote the Serbian language release of the magnum opus he edited, Confronting the Yugoslav Controversies: A Scholars’ Initiative.

Then, fully trusting my language skills, he asked me to look over his German speech for errors. I snapped back a few suggestions in a thoughtful manner. Man, such a nice feeling! Afterward, he promptly handed me Holm Sundhaussen’s 514 page tome Geschichte Serbiens 19-21. Jahrhundert (The History of the Serbs 19th-21st Century) to read over so that we could talk about it before he meets Sundhaussen in Germany. Yeah, that’s a lot of f’ing work, but the trust relayed my way charmed me to the core.

Not a bad life this man leads. He meets regularly with heads of state, provides historical background to ethnic problems for public officials, and once stayed at a four-star hotel in Priština that was actually a sex-trafficking whorehouse. He didn’t know that, of course, until he got there and it was too late to stay anywhere else.

Perhaps he’ll be around as long as his 93 year-old father who passed away just last week. He used to worry so much when he was younger that his father would die early from the toxic fumes of a dry cleaner’s life and a poor diet of grease. I guess those Sicilians are just pretty damn resilient.

Yeah, I think I’m gonna like being in this club. It suits me well. Now I just have to really start reading the article a week in Bosnian, Croatian, and Serbian (cyrillic, ah!) that he’s suggested for me.

So, um, yeah. I better get on that now. Čao!

Rudie Can’t Fail

My end of the semester theme song:

Sing, Michael, sing
On the route of the 19 Bus!

We hear them… sayin’
How you get a rude and a-reckless?
Don’t you be so crude and a feckless
You been drinking brew for breakfast
Rudie can’t fail, no, nooo

We reply
I know that my life make you nervous
But I tell you that I can’t live in service
Like the doctor who was born for a purpose***
Rudie can’t fail

Okay, I went to the market to realise my soul
Cos what I need I just don’t have, oh no
First they cursed then they pressed me ‘till I hurt
They say Rudie can’t fail

Woah, first you must cure your temper
Then you find a job in a paper
You need someone for a saviour
Rudie can’t fail, oh no

We reply
Now we get a rude and a reckless
We been seen lookin’ cool an’ a speckless
We been drinking brew for breakfast
Rudie can’t fail oh, no, no

I went to the market to realise my soul
Cos what I need I just don’t have – ah!
First they cursed then they pressed me ‘till I hurt
Rudie can’t fail

Okay! okay
So where you wanna go today?
Hey boss man! Hup-yeah
You’re looking pretty smart
In your chicken skin suit
With your chicken skin too!

You think you’re pretty hot
In the pork pie hard
In your pork pie hat
Look out, look out…
Sky juice is a topper brew!
But…Rudie can’t fail

Oh yeah
Rudie can’t fail
Yeah, yeah
Rudie can’t fail
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back
Yeah, Rudie can’t fail
Yeah Rudie can’t fail
Rudie can’t fail

Yeah-hey-hey-hey-hey
Rudie can’t fail
Yeah-hey-hey-hey-hey
Rudie can’t fail
Rudie can’t fail
Rudie can’t fail
Rudie can’t fail
Sippin’ on juice!…Only!

Dubrovnik je vrlo lijep!

Since this weekend I will be buried in Croatian Renaissance literature, I give you this pretty little tourist video of splendid Dubrovnik:

Ode to Gettin’ Schoolwork Done (With Just a Touch of Irony)

Yeah, that’s it: I’m cleanin’ the floor, my beat is correct.

Gotta love those fax machine anthems.

Getcha damn hands up.

Beck with “Hell Yes”:

Looking for my place
On assembly lines
Fake prizes
Risin’ out of the bombholes
Skeleton boys hyped up on purple
Smoke rings blow from across the disco
Bank notes burn like broken equipment
Lookin’ for shelter readjust your position
Thought control ghost written confessions
Two dimensions dumb your head down
Duck don’t look now company missiles
Power is raunchy rent-a-cops are watching
Makin’ their dreams out of paper-mâché
Cliché-wasted, hate taste-tested

Hell yes. I’m movin’ this way I’m doin’ this thing
(please enjoy)
Hell yes. I’m turnin’ it on
I’m workin’ my legs hell yes
I’m callin’ you out I’m switchin’ my plates
(please enjoy)
Hell yes.
I’m cleanin’ the floor my beat is correct.

Stretched to the limit attention spans
Snap back retract collapse into laugh tracks
Noise response applause and hand claps
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow
Breaking points on the verge of pointless
Fools anointed to the followers fanfare
Look for the common not superficial
Code red cola war conformity crisis
Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
With magic markers running out of their ink
Lives in white out
Turn the lights out
Fax machine anthems getcha damn hands up

Hell yes. I’m movin’ this way I’m doin’ this thing
(please enjoy)
Hell yes. I’m turnin’ it on I’m workin’ my legs
Hell yes. I’m callin’ you out I’m switchin’ my plates
(please enjoy)
Hell yes
I’m cleanin’ the floor
My beat is correct.

A Song for You

Leon Russell, Willie Nelson, and Ray Charles, but the song really gets goin’ when Ray hits the mic.

Newberry

Great day out at the Newberry Library in Chicago. Being scholars.

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Me & my best Turkish friend Yasir Yilmaz

Trying to catch my ghost in a shop window on the way to lunch.

Stacks and stacks of books everywhere, the ones in the middle are from the early 1800s

And Hrvatski/Croatian/Kroatien was (somewhat) handled as well. I believe the title is:

On the Origin of Croatian Books: Discussions about Croatian Glagolitic Script in the Middle Ages