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It looks as if the blog got hacked, so this is just a test to see how bad it is.
Four years ago, Barack Obama gave the keynote address at the Democratic National Convention. Here's what I wrote then. I'm not sure why I never published it.
Pieter Judson's answer is no. Instead, he argues that the Austrian component of the Austro-Hungarian Dual Monarchy was characterized by an "institutionalized pluralism" in which the state guaranteed the rights of its various linguistic minorities. Those minorities, far from forming nascent nations yearning for their own states, were actually quite loyal to the monarchy. That Austria had eleven distinct language-groups within its borders does mean that it ruled over eleven distinct nations. To assume so is to accept the nationalist fantasy that everyone is a member of a nation on the basis of the language that they speak. The presence of so many bilingual peasants in Austria belied nationalists' claims that nations were well-defined groups.
It's not often that I wish I lived in Los Angeles, but I would love to be able to see the Bernini portrait sculpture exhibition at the Getty (reviewed in the New York Times here). As my high school art history teacher once said, if it weren't for Michelangelo, Bernini would be the Italian artist that everyone knows. He wasn't much of a painter, but his sculptural and architectural masterpieces (often one and the same) are simply stunning. The vitality of his Apollo and Daphne and David surpass every other sculpture I've seen, with the possible exception of the Laocoon group. In Apollo and Daphne, he somehow captured the transformation from flesh to tree in marble.
A complaint about medical jargon that rails against words like "toxic" and "vegetables"... written by someone who obviously doesn't spend much time around doctors. Spend five minutes with Lovely Fiancée (soon to be Lovely Wife!) and her med school classmates and you'll hear far worse... epistaxis, neoplasm, pneumothorax... that's some jargon for you.
As you might remember, over a year and a half ago I started a series of posts on cricket statistics (here, here, here, and here. Before the series fell dormant, I discussed the problem with batting average. It's question is pretty straightforward, really. What to do with not-outs? I don't know if anyone's ever done the statistical legwork, but I'd be willing to hazard a guess that ending up not-out is largely a function of position in the batting order. So some sort of adjustment needs to be made to accurately capture what's going on with the not-out innings. I suggested a number of possibilities, including adjusting batting average based on a batsman's typical batting position.
It turns out that, unlike the last time around, graduate school and blogging are not compatible. At least they haven't been this semester. Some of that has been the commute, but it's also that I've just been overwhelmed by reading and writing. In an entirely good way.
The British Expeditionary Force’s arrival in northern France on 14 August 1914 marked a striking development in the history of Anglo-French relations. While military co-operation between Britain and France was not wholly unprecedented, never before had the two countries fought side-by-side in a conflict of this scale. For most of their respective histories, Britain and France had viewed their neighbour across the English Channel as rivals at best and outright enemies at worst. Just sixteen years before the outbreak of the First World War the two countries had been on the verge of warfare over an obscure African outpost. Anti-French sentiment had pervaded British society for centuries. Though the Entente Cordiale of 1904 had improved Anglo-French relations, the military alliance that developed as a result of the war represented a noteworthy departure from the historical relationship between Britain and France.
It looks as if I might not have as much free time for blogging as I had hoped. I'll probably be commuting down to Providence four days a week. There are obviously worse commutes than Boston-Providence, but for the time being it feels like a big chunk of time.