Why ebooks are a different genre from print
SMU Students on a Civil Rights Pilgrimage
Stuart Kelly: The differences in format are beginning to change the nature of what we’re reading, and how we do it.
Agree or disagree?
Advanced Medieval Science?
During spring break 2013, students, faculty and staff are taking a nine-day bus ride through the American South to visit civil rights landmarks and leaders in the movement. Check out their blog here.
“In the second century, an ethnically Greek Roman named Galen became doctor to the gladiators. His glimpses into the human body via these warriors’ wounds, combined with much more systematic dissections of animals, became the basis of Islamic and European medicine for centuries.
Galen’s texts wouldn’t be challenged for anatomical supremacy until the Renaissance, when human dissections — often in public — surged in popularity. But doctors in medieval Europe weren’t as idle as it may seem, as a new analysis of the oldest-known preserved human dissection in Europe reveals.
The gruesome specimen, now in a private collection, consists of a human head and shoulders with the top of the skull and brain removed. Rodent nibbles and insect larvae trails mar the face. The arteries are filled with a red “metal wax” compound that helped preserve the body. [Gallery: Historic Images of Human Anatomy]
The preparation of the specimen was surprisingly advanced. Radiocarbon dating puts the age of the body between A.D. 1200 and A.D.1280, an era once considered part of Europe’s anti-scientific “Dark Ages.” In fact, said study researcher Philippe Charlier, a physician and forensic scientist at University Hospital R. Poincare in France, the new specimen suggests surprising anatomical expertise during this time period.”
"Today, it is gender studies. Tomorrow, it will be Africana studies. In a year, it will be philosophy and history. Every day it is the liberal arts."
Will the skeleton change how a person was viewed?
Scholars say the bones found under a parking lot belong to Richard III.
What implications does this have for medieval history?
Read the article.
The Past in Color
From the article:
“Bartolini is building an open-air library in the vineyard at St. Peter’s Abbey, an oasis of greenery and tranquility in the centre of Ghent. This vineyard originated in the Middle Ages and Ghent’s Guild of Wine-Measureers breathed new life into it in the 1970s. Visitors can borrow, buy or exchange secondhand books here in the symbolic shadow of the Book Tower. Bartolini installs the bookcases in line with the vines, leaning against and parallel to the slope of the garden. According to Bartolini, books too can broaden the mind, just like good wine.”
While we may imagine the days of yore as dark and rather monochromatic, it’s only in our minds that that is the truth. Cathedrals, for instance, had walls that had bright paintings of saints, at least until Henry VIII’s dissolution of the monastery. But that’s just the medieval period. Look back to the time of the Romans.
“A long-delayed restoration of the Colosseum’s only intact internal passageway has yielded ancient traces of red, black, green and blue frescoes — as well as graffiti and drawings of phallic symbols — indicating that the arena where gladiators fought was far more colorful than previously thought.”
Mind the Gap
Some days more than other I remember England.
Those days I do remember, I remember
details that are nothing. Everything England.
The shivering rain. The numb of my tongue, burnt
from sipping chamomile tea before it had cooled.
The wind rippling the grass like tidal waves.
I remember the longing. The points of breaking,
where my tears finally burst through the lid,
tumbling down my cheeks into hands
that shook terrified.
You don’t realize it there how it affects you.
If anything you fear you are learning nothing.
It’s when you’re home, when you have your comforts,
your lover, your chips and salsa, that you grasp it.
You grasp the smallest tendril of that rambling.
Your back misses the weight of your rucksack.
Your eyes miss the North Down yellowy green.
And you push the memory away.
You lay down bricks, slowly, one at a time,
mortaring them together around it,
sealing it, blocking it off from escape.
You think you can move past the summer,
that span of your time which has passed
like a barge on the Neches. You’ve hidden
yourself there, blanketed completely.
My Pilgrimage Presentation
Sitting in the tube, I met a lady smothered in cashmere.
I said hello. She spoke softly, so I leaned to hear.
We talked about her country and the Diamond Jubilee.
She glanced down at my rucksack and asked about little me.
I told her I was from Texas, that darling southern land.
She squeaked, I despise eating with my hands.
Yesterday I presented my pilgrimage project to Lamar University. It was truly a pleasure to share the great experience I had. I tried to focus on comparing medieval pilgrims to modern ones. I’m thankful that I was selected as a Beck Fellow, and I wish all the best to the 2013 Beck Fellows as well.