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May 16 2020

University Diaries, penn pharma.

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describes university life.

Aim: To change things.

A writer could almost envy Louisville s sports journalists. The whores, the bribery, the coaches, the chiseling ex-president it s almost too good. Tim Sullivan takes full advantage, in passages like this one:

At a time when it has been absolutely essential for [the University of Louisville] to be beyond reproach, it appears to have strayed beneath contempt. Lecturing the NCAA Committee on Infractions on precedent and proportionality from such a disadvantageous position risks being received as the epitome of arrogance and the nadir of self-awareness. It s like complaining to a cop about being cited for speeding upon crashing into a parked car.

Nice. This is also good:

At bottom, the penalty the COI imposed is simply unfair, U of L s appeal reads. It wipes away the collegiate careers of numerous student-athletes because they were unwillingly drawn into McGee s schemes; ignores the University s efforts to investigate and redress McGee s misconduct; and imposes one of the most severe sanctions possible – the vacation of a Division I NCAA Men s Basketball Championship, two Final Four appearances and multiple seasons of competition – because of the participation of a handful of student-athletes who did little wrong.

The problem with this account is that it paints members of the 2013 team as unwitting innocents this though Powell has described several of them as enthusiastic regulars. At least two of those players – Chane Behanan and Montrezl Harrell – were formally disassociated from U of L for failing to cooperate with its investigation.

If your goal is to depict players as having sex foisted upon them, their active participation could pose a high hurdle.

Apparently this was too much even for Tennessee State University, which, over the objections of his teammates, has expelled Latrelle Lee.

He s kind of a neatnik in his yard, said Skaggs, the co-developer who built Rivergreen 20 years ago. You d see all the little clippings sitting in little plastic bags waiting for pickup every week. Indeed, on a recent afternoon, a black garbage bag filled with yard clippings still sat in Boucher s driveway in front of his three-car garage

Like most everyone else in the Rivergreen development, Goodwin told me, Boucher pays in the ballpark of $150 a month for professional landscaping, while Paul insists on maintaining his yard himself. Goodwin said that part of what nagged at Boucher was the difference in grass length between his lawn and that of his libertarian neighbor s. He had his yard sitting at a beautiful two-and-a-half, three inches thick, where Rand cuts it to the nub, Goodwin said.

Also at issue, according to Goodwin, is Paul s tendency to mow outward at the edge of his property, spraying his clippings into Boucher s yard. Boucher, he said, has asked Paul to instead mow inward when near the boundary line, and even sought help from the Rivergreen Homeowners Association but has gotten no relief.

Goodwin recalled picking up Boucher, a devout Catholic, at his home after church one Sunday afternoon several years ago. Boucher had confronted Paul about his yard-maintenance practices a few minutes before Goodwin s arrival, to no avail, and Goodwin saw Boucher grow agitated as they both watched Paul blow grass onto his lawn. I ve asked him and I ve asked him and I ve asked him, Goodwin recalls Boucher fuming. How long can you sit there taking someone plucking a hair out of your nose? Goodwin asked. How long could you take that before losing your temper?

But across Bowling Green, sympathy for either man appears to be in short supply. Goodwin described them as two little shits who have brought embarrassment upon the town.

Gated and forced to be neighborly

Toxic with masculinity

Two little shits are we!

Everything is about our lawn! (chuckle)

Fighting about where our border s drawn! (chuckle)

Mow right, or you will be set upon! (chuckle)

[YUM-YUM, PEEP-BO PITTI-SING]

Two little shits are we!

One little shit who, grasses snipping

Blows cross the line offensive clippings

Must undergo relentless whipping —

Two little shits are we

Two little shits are we!

Silly girl. [T]he American people get a great bargain with these endowments.

The carnage is not only unsurprising, as John Hechinger notes; it s more than acceptable, and a great recruiting tool. Along with a rising death toll, there s been a 50 percent increase in [Greek] membership in the last decade. The synergy between colleges and universities advertising campus enclaves where sadists can gather unmolested, and fraternities signalling to the same applicant pool the deeply satisfying pleasures of Men in Groups, has over the years grown and thrived and most recently been captured on tape, so the whole nation can now enjoy pausing and repeating over the slaughter of eighteen year olds.

UD sees no reason why we should pretend that this arrangement doesn t make almost everyone happy. Enough with the faux outrage. Watching grieving parents rage is part of the fun.

Universities advertise blood on the gridiron and blood in the frat house because that s how you attract a valued demographic. Blood lust makes generous alumni.

Renée Graham wrote for The Boston Globe last week that “(f)rom hazing deaths to racist parties, fraternities and sororities are incubators of behavior ranging from objectionable to criminal.” And though I promise I’m not trying to be anti-fun, it’s a compelling argument. When was the last time a fraternity made national news for something even marginally wholesome, not for killing a pledge or hosting a blatantly racist party?

Many students go into Greek life in the fall looking for parties, camaraderie and memories to last a lifetime. A nontrivial number of them, though, appear to find the kind of camaraderie that would leave them to lie on a couch for nine hours, dying from alcohol-induced asphyxiation. I realize universities value the sort of alumni loyalty that’s built at fraternities and sororities, but it’s time to [ban them at Michigan].

This is from a strong and well-written student editorial in the UM newspaper.

But this guy forgets the history of his institution. UM is overwhelmingly football and frats now, and it s too late to change that.

Les UDs live in Munro Leaf s house (Leaf s NYT obituary was written by another Garrett Parker, Ben Franklin, with whose daughter UD went to school); they bought it from his sons. Leaf wrote The Story of Ferdinand, which is about to be released as a major motion picture and may even be an Oscar contender.

Having grown up just down the street in Garrett Park from the Leafs, UD knew Margaret Leaf a little (Munro had died by the time our families got to know one another). Margaret also wrote children s books.

Faithful readers know that Les UDs have various memorials to Ferdinand in and around the house most famously, two topiary bulls in the front yard that children love and dogs love to bark at.

Anyway, what with the film coming out and all, UD has now received two media inquiries about her house from journalists preparing stories about the new film. If anything comes of these inquiries, she will of course link you to it.

UD has deep Ocean City roots. Her grandfather, Joseph Rapoport, in partnership with one of his brothers, Nathan, owned several boardwalk businesses and concessions. UD s father graduated from Ocean City High School.

Rapoports started buying property in Ocean City in 1905.

Joe and Nathan had a falling out of some kind, and Joe moved (in the thirties? forties?) to Port Deposit, an odd, amazing little town at the foot of bluffs overlooking the wide Susquehanna River, where he bought a department store that did insanely well because not long after he bought it, Roosevelt built a naval training facility a short walk away, and suddenly tens of thousands of people needed a department store. UD has vivid memories of visiting her grandfather at his store in Port Deposit. It s a successful restaurant now.

Back in Ocean City, Joe s brother Nathan was becoming legendary Mr Nathan, a local celebrity and benefactor who continued to own property and run concessions for decades.

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The boardwalk building Nathan retired to and died in he lived on the top floor, and the bottom was is an ice cream parlor is now all over the local news. The city has informed Nathan s granddaughter, who has been leasing it to the parlor for forty years, that it owns the land it sits on, and it wants the Rapoports out of there and the building demolished. The Rapoports don t really own it (it s all very complicated: here) and after over a hundred years they need to disappear so the city can take it.

I ll be updating events about the Ocean City Rapoports here.



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