Yikes!

Would the other Rebecca Goetzes please change their names? Thanks!

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(H/T the unique Miriam Burstein at Little Professor…I’m so jealous!)

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Sunday read!

If you’re sick of grading midterms (!) take a break and check out the twentieth edition of Carnivalesque. It’s early modern this time around and it looks like it’s got some good stuff!

I’ve just realized I haven’t noted recent editions of Carnivalesque or the History Carnivals here. This is mostly because I haven’t had much time to read them, but now that the Amazing Mr. Book is done, I’ll have more time to both read and recommend the web’s best history blogging!

Houston business to NOT patronize…

…Garden Guys, Inc.

The owners of this fine landscaping establishment sent the <a href="From: Garden Guy Inc “>following email to two potential clients earlier this week:

From: Garden Guy Inc
Date: October 18, 2006 9:08:36 AM CDT
To: —————-
Subject: Cancel Appt -Garden Guy

Dear Mr. —————-,

I am appreciative of your time on the phone today and glad you contacted us. I need to tell you that we cannot meet with you because we choose not to work for homosexuals.

Best of luck in finding someone else to fill your landscaping needs.

All my best,

Sabrina

[email signature redacted]

Since the blog firestorm this email started, it has become apparent that Garden Guys are not members of the professional organization they claim to belong to, and they use clip art on their website. Click here for an update.

Such discrimination is legal in Texas, but Houstonians have a moral obligation to boycott bigots. So, if you’re in the market for landscaping, don’t hire these folks.

Friday Cat Blogging

(in which Pepper explores his new house)

When Mom brought me away from that dreadful place, I was really shy for awhile. Then I figured out that our house is full of all sorts of interesting nooks and crannies where cats can hide and play.

The linen closet is a most glorious perch. I jumped up there, but I was too scared to jump down, so Mom had to help me. But whenever she opens it I’m still happy to jump up and check it out!

I also like the towel cupboard. If Mom leaves it open I worm my way in and take a nap among the towels.

Mom’s house is old, so there are other places to hide, like this telephone table. (I don’t like telephones; when Mom’s telephones ring, I run and hide!)

I like this swank pet carrier. I nap in it sometimes. Mom says I’m going to take a real big trip in it soon, on an airplane, whatever that is.

An Early American Canon?

Over at Cliopatria, I’ve done two posts about the difficulties of creating a graduate-level readings seminar in a field whose geographical, temporal, and methodological boundaries have grown exponentially in the last two generations of scholarship.

What are your top five books in early American history, broadly defined?

Leave your thoughts here in the comments, or over at Cliopatria.

Friday Cat Blogging

(in which Pepper kills things)

You know what? Mom is really not fond of cockroaches or geckos. So whenever they come in the house I trap them for her. Sometimes I even kill them while she’s still hunting for a shoe to smack them with. In between insect and lizard visitations, I practice my killing skills on other things.

Here I’m killing an evil roll of paper towel Mom left out. Kill, KILL!

Here I’m slaughtering an evil mousie that smells suspiciously like catnip. Grrr…MEOW!

Now you see what happens after I’ve done all that killing. I just have to have a nap!

Friday Cat Blogging

Aren’t I just the handsomest fellow you’ve ever seen? Last week Mom went away over night and some graduate student person came to feed me, and he took this picture of me looking out the window.