My lovely colleague Dr. Nudell is a fellow blogger who has a weekly tradition of publishing varia in which he collects and reflects on his week’s reading, inspiration, and thoughts. He periodically links to this blog, for which I am very grateful. My brain feels full and I wish to write with my morning coffee, but I have no one topic in mind and no particular desire for personal introspection style writing. I decided to take a page from him and just do a round up of things I wish to keep in my intellectual storehouses for future reflection.
Dr. Padilla Peralta on Campus Free Speech

This article hit hard. Princeton and the Ivies get the spotlight on these issues, but allow me to posit that they are perhaps even more fraught and painful on underfunded struggling state schools. My campus is still torn apart by the events of May 8, and even this week new hypocrisies of policy enforcement have emerged.
Among the key points that ring deeply true are the eroding and even erasure of shared governance. College presidents and the broader executive leadership teams construe the structures of shared governance much as Roman emperors used the remnants of the republican constitution to legitimate their control. The paternalistic approach to leadership sets up a dynamic wherein not just students, but also faculty and staff are positioned as childlike: reckless, unaware, and in need of protection and guidance, rather than as colleagues in the work of the university.
Likewise, Padilla Peralta, critiques the imposition of time, place, manner restrictions on free speech. He draws on speech-act theory to point to the functions of speech beyond persuasion and also addresses inequalities of between what and whose speech is protected and institutionally amplified.
These are perhaps the biggest points, but I was equally grateful for his discussion of how contingent labor (adjuncts!) and staff speech is not accorded the same freedom as those of us with the privilege of tenure. He interrogates the audience of the book and the ways in which alumni and external funders (donors) are prioritized and targeted for appeasement and justification of university policies around speech and protest. In many ways those of us in the university are not the audience at all. We know where our free speech is curtailed by policy and cultural norms. We know that reputation is valued over our rights, and even our responsibilities.
Padilla Peralta has chosen to leave Princeton for Arizona State. We often assume that professors with a platform and a willingness to be in the public eye are obsessed with personal status. And, in truth, some are. I admit to having concern for my own dignitas and honos. Padilla Peralta’s has many critics and skeptics in our discipline–do not tell me you haven’t been in conversations with the eye rolls and dismissive comments, because if people will say them to me, they will surely say them to anyone. I, however, know I’ve never had a better ally in uplifting and amplifying the voices and careers of young scholars, especially those without access to the ivies or even the disposable income to get train to one. Our voices are different. Even as we are both republican historians with a near obsessive need to focus on the details and a love of Theory, capital T. Our experiences are different. Even as we are both individuals who experienced being unhoused as children and through slew of scholarships to private educational institutions eventually found ourselves in graduate school at Oxford. A great deal of that difference has to do with race. I often wonder if I am so much less threatening to colleagues and my speech more acceptable because I am white, I don’t have the platform afforded by an ivy affiliation, and my femininity allows my own advocacy to be construed as gentle and nurturing, individual rather than political. Or, maybe I’m delightfully unaware of how colleagues in the wider field trash-talk me in a similar manner behind my back. All of this to say that I think Padilla Peralta will love the work he can do at Arizona State. I only wish CUNY had the vision and resources to make him a counter offer.
Oh. I guess this post did have a theme.
Right. There was other varia I’m sure of it.
Yesterday, I finally got to read the amazing profile in our alumni magazine of Dr. Lawrence Brown III, a fellow numismatist who specially for coin on US issues. The profile mentions not one word about coins, but that is just fine. Dr. Brown’s life story is inspirational. You will never find a better embodiment of the American dream, a true hero. His service to the country and his community are inspirational. His story is about why she need to be funding public education and not just in ‘trades’ or economically driven industries. I couldn’t be prouder Brooklyn College is part of his journey and that he continues to give of his wisdom to our campus community, most especially our students!
Oh yes, I have research on my brain too. Nemi!

Having seen the extensive excavation photography, I’ve long wondered about notes and papers associated with the same. So yesterday, I decided to poke around the National Archive catalogue helped me find that Sir John Savile Lumley-Savile, 1st Baron Savile of Rufford (1818-1896)’s papers and correspondence are on deposit with the Nottinghamshire Archives. I’ve written to see how much materials is there from his as the UK ambassador in Rome (1883 onwards). I need to decide if I budget for a trip to Nottingham to hold and feel those papers (I yearn to do so!) or if instead I pay to have a local researcher digitize the collection. I do love the archive.
In the process of tracking down the institution holding those papers, I learned more about the family. I’ve posted to social media before about how this Lord Savile was the eldest of the five children borne out of wedlock to his father and how I cannot find his months name, just that she was ‘of french extraction’. Interesting and strange. Even stranger, as eldest, his father left the estate to a younger brother. He didn’t inherit until his brother died. There is a story there. Why didn’t the father marry, why did he not prefer his eldest? That same father was apparently MAIMED AS CHILD through the violence of his own father, my Lord Savile’s grandfather. Is this why my Lord Savile never married or had children? His estate and title was inherited by a nephew and my the early 20th century when a 12 year old inherited the executors sold of the family seat, Rutherford Abbey. It all screams inter-generational dysfunction.
Frankly, I want to read ALL the letters rather than just those related to the excavation. The human is as fascinating as the problems and questions I have regarding the context of the finds.
I’ve also learned that Lord Savile has no known entanglements with enslavement or the profiting from enslaved labor, he was an artist himself, and collected art of all periods. He is becoming human in my mind’s eye.
I’m not sure where my Nemi obsession is heading but it is definitely gaining momentum beyond the coins. I think I can do much good story telling about religion, economy, and disciplinary history through this exceptional case study.
Is that it? Surely I had more in my brain. I think that is all I need to write before 8 am. Perhaps more later.
If you’re still here. Perhaps you are feeling tired. Maybe you need some inspiration. Here’s a favorite poem.
For Margie Smigel and Jon Dopkeen
You are holding up a ceiling
with both arms. It is very heavy,
but you must hold it up, or else
it will fall down on you. Your arms
are tired, terribly tired,
and, as the day goes on, it feels
as if either your arms or the ceiling
will soon collapse.
But then,
unexpectedly,
something wonderful happens:
Someone,
a man or a woman,
walks into the room
and holds their arms up
to the ceiling beside you.
So you finally get
to take down your arms.
You feel the relief of respite,
the blood flowing back
to your fingers and arms.
And when your partner’s arms tire,
you hold up your own
to relieve him again.
And it can go on like this
for many years
without the house falling.
This poem is titled, A Marriage, and was written by Michael Blumenthal, and published in a book called Against Romance. We printed it in our wedding program. In may ways if feels as sacred to my marriage as our vows or our very origin story. It encapsulates our partnership and shared endeavor. That every moment is a choice. a re commitment. Lately when life is hard we’ve been re formulating metaphor to say that there are times when we’re so tried holding up the roof takes both our arms together standing shoulder to shoulder. If you didn’t know the poem was written with a marriage in mind you might take it also a metaphor for any share work and the solidarity necessary to move forward in to the future or some times just tread water.












































































