It's been a little crazy

around here and I am working end of the quarter grading as well as trying to get Seymour Hersh to campus (money, money, money, money) and negotiating with a proposal for a Human Rights and Media initiative here at UCI. As of July 1, I will be assuming the directorship of the Humanities Center. I push to finish my book on Academic populism. So blogging will be sparser than ever --

I take my battles to the corridors. Enjoy the weather! On the Orange Coast, it has been unusually cool! We have also decided that feminism is code for sexy. I was back at the MOCA show, "Wack!" at the Temporary Contemporary in downtown LA when I found myself alone with two very focused men in a room filled with images of Throbbing Gristle. They were definitely writing dissertations on the stuff -- if you know what I mean...