Little things come in, and I sock them away. But so that no one has to file any paperwork, or break my system passwords, here's what's lying around my email box today:
How do I get these things? Go here to buy a set of Prince William and Kate Middleton paper dolls, each with fifteen different outfits. The dolls themselves are in their underwear, which I think is kind of interesting in the sense of what a future monarch and his queen might not have permitted even twenty years ago. I would have understood if I had received an email soliciting me to purchase the "Past Presidents of the AHA Paper Doll Set," promising hours of fun as we cross-dressed Barbara Weinstein and Tony Grafton, but this one's a mystery, Governor Walker. My guess is that they bought the American Studies Association mailing list.
Do the AHA survey, save a tree. Have you ever wondered -- as I do -- why there isn't an app for the American Historical Association? Well go to this survey and let the AHA know how you feel about electronic publication. I think you have probably read gripes on this blog about the high-quality journals that are partially read and have to be taken out for recycling with a back hoe. What Americanist has time for even the most intriguing article about Byzantium? What Byzantiumist has time for the labor movement in Victorian England? And how about those pages and pages of painstakingly crafted reviews of books you will never actually hold in your hand?
From Comradde PhysioProffe (who has recently changed the spelling of his name): "Holy Fuckeoly!" OK, this came into my non-university account, because CPP is propriety itself when it comes to the boundaries between professional and public. But for those of you who are as yet unaware of the creative use this scientist makes of the English language, his take no prisoners attitude, and his minute attention to good food and drink, go check in at his house.
Triangle Fire Memories: Last week, as I was gally-vanting around New England, other bloggers memorialized the anniversary of the lethal 1911 fire at the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory in New York's Greenwich Village, still the worst industrial accident on U.S. soil. Now, from Vineyard Video Productions, we have "You May Call Her Madam Secretary," a documentary film about the career of a woman who was inspired by that tragedy to pursue a life in labor policy. Frances Sternhagen presents the words of the first woman Secretary of Labor, Frances Perkins, in a film that gives us the history of a generation of liberals who would have eaten Scott Walker's lunch. Got any budget left? The video is a steal at $49.95.
The H-Net job listing. That's a joke son -- there are no jobs!