This message is being sent using E-mail to Groups ( UM Employees, Faculty).What does this mean for our athletics department and, most importantly, our athletics director? I've obviously got my opinions but I'd like to hear yours first.
The foundation of any great university is the faculty bright, well-educated women and men who have chosen to devote their lives to teaching, research, scholarship and service.
When we elected to pursue the academic life, I doubt we fully appreciated the opportunities available to us. Most of us wanted to know all we could learn about a particular field of study, and we wanted to share that knowledge with students and colleagues. Throughout our careers we are fortunate to continue that focus.
We are a diverse group of men and women who invest ourselves in our students, colleagues and areas of interest. We are a collegial group that firmly and aggressively asserts its beliefs without sacrificing the cherished value of respect for others who differ with us or from us.
On June 30, I will leave the university with a deep sense of gratitude and respect for each of you. The progress we have made over the past 14 years would not have been possible without your commitment to the highest standards of performance in all areas of the professorial life.
You are the reason Ole Miss and many of its programs accountancy, forensic chemistry, honors, pharmacy, physics, risk management and insurance are among the nation's top 25. You have earned the respect of fellow faculty members across the nation as well as within our campus community.
For your support, patience and understanding of my work, I am profoundly grateful. I hope to see you this spring.
Warmest regards,
Robert C. Khayat, Chancellor
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Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Robert Khayat Resigns
From a friend on campus:
Sunday, December 28, 2008
What'd you get for Christmas?
Oh, really? That's neat. Though, it's not as neat as this:
Yep. That's a RSC cross-stitching. No, I don't routinely hang out with old ladies; I've just got some creative friends with interesting hobbies. To the young lady who put this together for me, thank you very much. It's on my nightstand so if you're ever in the mood to make an irreversibly regrettable decision you'll get the chance to see it again.
Yep. That's a RSC cross-stitching. No, I don't routinely hang out with old ladies; I've just got some creative friends with interesting hobbies. To the young lady who put this together for me, thank you very much. It's on my nightstand so if you're ever in the mood to make an irreversibly regrettable decision you'll get the chance to see it again.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving has always been one of my favorite holidays. Gluttony, sloth, and football are three wonderful elements of the collective American psyche and any day which celebrates all of the above is fantastic in my book.
In all seriousness though, to live in a country which affords its citizens so many opportunities, endures adversity unlike any other, and has the capability to literally feed the world is certainly something for which I am quite thankful.
So, everybody, enjoy the holiday. Kick back, relax, eat some Turkey with cornbread dressing (none of this yankee white-bread nonsense), enjoy the parade, and watch some football.
Speaking of parades, I'm about to head back downstairs to see if my favorite float has made it on TV yet.
State, we still hate you.
In all seriousness though, to live in a country which affords its citizens so many opportunities, endures adversity unlike any other, and has the capability to literally feed the world is certainly something for which I am quite thankful.
So, everybody, enjoy the holiday. Kick back, relax, eat some Turkey with cornbread dressing (none of this yankee white-bread nonsense), enjoy the parade, and watch some football.
Speaking of parades, I'm about to head back downstairs to see if my favorite float has made it on TV yet.
State, we still hate you.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Our apologies
2 things:
1.) I've been pretty grouchy as of late. I was awfully profane in a few of those comment threads. While we don't discourage profanity, I certainly pushed the limit. I don't wanna seem like an excuse maker, so I won't make any. I'll tone it down a bit.
2.) We've been slacking here as of late. Among my new job, Ivory Tower 'n' JUCO's booklearnin', and Whiskey Wednesday's CWAB problems, we've not been able to dedicate the time we would like to the Cup. We're gonna pick it up soon. We promise.
1.) I've been pretty grouchy as of late. I was awfully profane in a few of those comment threads. While we don't discourage profanity, I certainly pushed the limit. I don't wanna seem like an excuse maker, so I won't make any. I'll tone it down a bit.
2.) We've been slacking here as of late. Among my new job, Ivory Tower 'n' JUCO's booklearnin', and Whiskey Wednesday's CWAB problems, we've not been able to dedicate the time we would like to the Cup. We're gonna pick it up soon. We promise.
Friday, July 18, 2008
RSC Visits Asheville, NC
After our stay in Athens, we headed up north to the Tar Heel state. Whiskey Wednesday was interested in seeing Asheville, NC (he digs granola) so we wandered through the southern part of Appalachia for a day and eventually reached our destination.
On the way we had a brief stop over in Clemson, SC. This was more or less my idea because I've always fancied them to be the most SEC-esque program outside of the SEC. Seeing Howard's rock was, for me, the highlight of the afternoon. The stadium is not too far from the center of the campus and has a very "collegiate" feel to it. The campus itself displays a very interesting mixture of the modern and the historic with regards to the architecture and is located within immediate vicinity to a few bars, shops, and restaurants. Seeing all of this reaffirmed my excitement for our future home-and-home series with this particular band of Tigers.
After Clemson we drove through Greeneville but, with our goal of reaching Asheville before sundown, did not take the time to peruse the downtown area. This was foolishly against good advice from our readers but it has given me an excellent excuse to return to the Palmetto state.
An hour-and-a-half later or so we were smack-dab in the middle of downtown Asheville, NC. The city is more, ummm, "liberal" than many in the South, but I still thoroughly enjoyed it. It is very clean, well organized, and full of a myriad assortment of bars and restaurants. After checking into our hotel we moseyed around the downtown area for a few hours. We ate at a brew-pub with an excellent menu selection (andouille pizza=fantastic) and exceptional live music before a brief stint of bar-hopping. If you enjoy having a wide selection of locally brewed beers from all over the South at your disposal (see: "if you are a Southern male"), I would recommend the Biergarten. While not a "true" Beer garden, their selection is matched by few and surpassed by even fewer. After the Biergarten we walked a block to the "Frog bar," or "the Flying frog," or something along those lines.
This bar was obviously a higher-end bar for the fancy haircut crowd. This became apparent after learning that, despite the "$2-off all whiskey" drink special, we were paying $7 for a glass of Makers Mark. Despite this obvious attempt at socio-economic segregation, we invited a bum to snag a drink with us. True story. He wanted a few quarters so he, according to his own words, could buy a beer.
"Well," I said. "I don't have any change but, tell ya what, I'd love to buy you a beer!"
He followed right along and sat right next to the both of us at the bar. He got his beer (a Budweiser... he orginally asked for a Bud Ice) and turned out to be an excellent conversationalist. He described to us all of the local "swimmern' holes," told us about his grandcildren, and divulged into the intricacies of petroleum economics. He was thankful for his free beer and temporary friends but, being a nomadic bum, eventually made his departure just as we were heading in for the night.
Next up: Nashville, TN with a lunch break at Gatlinburg's "Pancake Pantry" and a brief visit to Neyland Stadium.
On the way we had a brief stop over in Clemson, SC. This was more or less my idea because I've always fancied them to be the most SEC-esque program outside of the SEC. Seeing Howard's rock was, for me, the highlight of the afternoon. The stadium is not too far from the center of the campus and has a very "collegiate" feel to it. The campus itself displays a very interesting mixture of the modern and the historic with regards to the architecture and is located within immediate vicinity to a few bars, shops, and restaurants. Seeing all of this reaffirmed my excitement for our future home-and-home series with this particular band of Tigers.
After Clemson we drove through Greeneville but, with our goal of reaching Asheville before sundown, did not take the time to peruse the downtown area. This was foolishly against good advice from our readers but it has given me an excellent excuse to return to the Palmetto state.
An hour-and-a-half later or so we were smack-dab in the middle of downtown Asheville, NC. The city is more, ummm, "liberal" than many in the South, but I still thoroughly enjoyed it. It is very clean, well organized, and full of a myriad assortment of bars and restaurants. After checking into our hotel we moseyed around the downtown area for a few hours. We ate at a brew-pub with an excellent menu selection (andouille pizza=fantastic) and exceptional live music before a brief stint of bar-hopping. If you enjoy having a wide selection of locally brewed beers from all over the South at your disposal (see: "if you are a Southern male"), I would recommend the Biergarten. While not a "true" Beer garden, their selection is matched by few and surpassed by even fewer. After the Biergarten we walked a block to the "Frog bar," or "the Flying frog," or something along those lines.
This bar was obviously a higher-end bar for the fancy haircut crowd. This became apparent after learning that, despite the "$2-off all whiskey" drink special, we were paying $7 for a glass of Makers Mark. Despite this obvious attempt at socio-economic segregation, we invited a bum to snag a drink with us. True story. He wanted a few quarters so he, according to his own words, could buy a beer.
"Well," I said. "I don't have any change but, tell ya what, I'd love to buy you a beer!"
He followed right along and sat right next to the both of us at the bar. He got his beer (a Budweiser... he orginally asked for a Bud Ice) and turned out to be an excellent conversationalist. He described to us all of the local "swimmern' holes," told us about his grandcildren, and divulged into the intricacies of petroleum economics. He was thankful for his free beer and temporary friends but, being a nomadic bum, eventually made his departure just as we were heading in for the night.
Next up: Nashville, TN with a lunch break at Gatlinburg's "Pancake Pantry" and a brief visit to Neyland Stadium.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
RSC Visits Athens, GA
EDITORS NOTE: Written the morning of July, 15. When poor and on the road, the internet can be hard to come by. We'll still be posting about our college town visits, albeit a couple of days behind.
Still a tad hung over from last night, The Ghost of Jay Cutler and I are on I-85 N heading out of Athens, the first stop on what looks to be a hell of a road trip. As a fitting follow-up to our ranking of various SEC fan bases (in which UGA came out on top, by our estimation), here is a only-slightly blurry account of our various undertakings in Athens.
First of all, hats off to our gracious host Ben, who let us crash in his vacant condo a couple miles from campus. Very nice fellow, this Ben, who called us a cab and even trusted our drunk asses with a copy of his house key.
So Athens had often been described to both of us as a larger version of Oxford. Although we had a hell of a time, that description doesn't quite fit. I'd say that it is more of a smaller Nashville. The city has a more progressive feel to it, less fratty and more granola; somehow though, these hippies still had a nice southern air about them. Also glad to report the general lack of fake tans and hair gel in Athens. Keep up the good work, guys. As far as other differences, Athens is significantly bigger, which has the expected set of tradeoffs and benefits. There are a million bars, but not as concentrated as the Square. But enough sociological commentary, on to our account of the evening.
So we took a cab (!!!) to downtown Athens, and after begrudgingly forking over a $16 fare, wandered around until we stumbled upon The Transmetropolitan, a pizza joint/bar with an impressive beer list. I had an Anchor Porter and Ghost had a Paulaner Hefeweizen to accompany a huge chicken pesto pizza. This place beats the hell out of Old Venice, folks. Minus OVPC's practice of hiring ridiculously hot girls, the place doesn't stack up in quality of food, drink selection, or price. That brings us to perhaps the most important discovery of the evening: booze is cheap in Athens. Cheap. $2 domestics almost everywhere. $3 premium beers and wells. $5 car bombs (with free tee shirts at Flanagan's). It's almost as if alcohol is subsidized by the Clarke county government.
This wonderful development allowed us to blindly wander around downtown Athens with only a few twenties between us and still get sufficiently boozed. Throughout the night, we went to the aforementioned pizza joint, The Copper Creek Brewing Company, Flanagan's, The Village Idiot, and a few other places whose names escape me. The highlights of our night include seeing Dave Bliss and all of his tongue-waving bullshit at Flanagan's; borrowing a couple of guitars from some coked-out rednecks and playing a few songs at a local open mic night (much to the delight of one of the creepsters and the chagrin of another); and seeing a local street performer/crack addict play obnoxious rap songs on a poorly tuned guitar.
Unfortunately, Willie James Huff a.k.a. "Funky Chicken" a.k.a. Allah Rackbar was nowhere to be seen. He's more than likely a big, addictive pile of worm food.
This morning we awoke and, looking to assuage the misery a good night of marathon bar-hopping causes, returned to downtown Athens to look for a good place to snag a cheap lunch. We stopped at The Thai Spoon and, after dropping no more than 7 bucks apiece for a few piles of curried chicken, we were more than satisfied. We then drove through UGA's campus to get a good look at the student body and Sanford Stadium. After our short campus tour we headed out of town.
Next stop: Asheville, NC with a brief detour to Clemson, SC. If our time spent Athens is any sort of indication, this trip should be a good one.
Still a tad hung over from last night, The Ghost of Jay Cutler and I are on I-85 N heading out of Athens, the first stop on what looks to be a hell of a road trip. As a fitting follow-up to our ranking of various SEC fan bases (in which UGA came out on top, by our estimation), here is a only-slightly blurry account of our various undertakings in Athens.
First of all, hats off to our gracious host Ben, who let us crash in his vacant condo a couple miles from campus. Very nice fellow, this Ben, who called us a cab and even trusted our drunk asses with a copy of his house key.
So Athens had often been described to both of us as a larger version of Oxford. Although we had a hell of a time, that description doesn't quite fit. I'd say that it is more of a smaller Nashville. The city has a more progressive feel to it, less fratty and more granola; somehow though, these hippies still had a nice southern air about them. Also glad to report the general lack of fake tans and hair gel in Athens. Keep up the good work, guys. As far as other differences, Athens is significantly bigger, which has the expected set of tradeoffs and benefits. There are a million bars, but not as concentrated as the Square. But enough sociological commentary, on to our account of the evening.
So we took a cab (!!!) to downtown Athens, and after begrudgingly forking over a $16 fare, wandered around until we stumbled upon The Transmetropolitan, a pizza joint/bar with an impressive beer list. I had an Anchor Porter and Ghost had a Paulaner Hefeweizen to accompany a huge chicken pesto pizza. This place beats the hell out of Old Venice, folks. Minus OVPC's practice of hiring ridiculously hot girls, the place doesn't stack up in quality of food, drink selection, or price. That brings us to perhaps the most important discovery of the evening: booze is cheap in Athens. Cheap. $2 domestics almost everywhere. $3 premium beers and wells. $5 car bombs (with free tee shirts at Flanagan's). It's almost as if alcohol is subsidized by the Clarke county government.
This wonderful development allowed us to blindly wander around downtown Athens with only a few twenties between us and still get sufficiently boozed. Throughout the night, we went to the aforementioned pizza joint, The Copper Creek Brewing Company, Flanagan's, The Village Idiot, and a few other places whose names escape me. The highlights of our night include seeing Dave Bliss and all of his tongue-waving bullshit at Flanagan's; borrowing a couple of guitars from some coked-out rednecks and playing a few songs at a local open mic night (much to the delight of one of the creepsters and the chagrin of another); and seeing a local street performer/crack addict play obnoxious rap songs on a poorly tuned guitar.
Unfortunately, Willie James Huff a.k.a. "Funky Chicken" a.k.a. Allah Rackbar was nowhere to be seen. He's more than likely a big, addictive pile of worm food.
This morning we awoke and, looking to assuage the misery a good night of marathon bar-hopping causes, returned to downtown Athens to look for a good place to snag a cheap lunch. We stopped at The Thai Spoon and, after dropping no more than 7 bucks apiece for a few piles of curried chicken, we were more than satisfied. We then drove through UGA's campus to get a good look at the student body and Sanford Stadium. After our short campus tour we headed out of town.
Next stop: Asheville, NC with a brief detour to Clemson, SC. If our time spent Athens is any sort of indication, this trip should be a good one.
Monday, June 16, 2008
An unabashedly non-sports related post
So I picked up Bill McKibben's book 'Deep Economy' the other day. McKibben, a former staff writer for The New Yorker, is essentially a writer on social commentary. 'Deep Economy' is an appeal of sorts to transition the economies of the world into more sustainable, localized entities that can exist in spite of peak oil and all that garbage. Without trying to sound like too much of a hippie liberal guido communist, the cause is something I really believe in. But, to bring us to the point of this post, I believe in that very cause most fervently of all when it presents itself in the form of a good-ass piece of bacon.
I'm talking here about
Anyways, the Ghost of Jay Cutler and I went to BBB a few days ago to nurse away a light hangover, and we were quite pleased with what we found. Ghost (I don't really call him that, we're not in a damn fighter jet squadron) got the Big Bad Breakfast Platter, from which I shamelessly stole some bacon and hash browns. The bacon is probably the best I've ever had, and has a really nice spicy tobasco flavor to it. I ordered the brandy-spiked French toast for myself, and it was pretty excellent, very light and fluffy compared to most French toast. The coffee was Cafe du Monde chicory, and it, too was stellar.
Post scriptum: I have been kicking around ideas with a couple other RSC guys for posts to pass the time between now and football season. If you want restaurant reviews, local music write-ups, videos of LSU fans injuring themselves, or whatever, let us know. If you don't, we'll just do whatever the fuck we want. Until next time...
Thursday, June 12, 2008
A Great American Research University
The researchers at Ole Miss have yielded another important discovery: that sticky is getting ickier.
Not much, but it might explain what the hell happened to Brent Schaeffer.
The latest analysis from the University of Mississippi’s Potency Monitoring Project tracked the average amount of THC, the psychoactive ingredient in marijuana, in samples seized by law enforcement agencies from 1975 through 2007. It found that the average amount of THC reached 9.6 percent in 2007, compared with 8.75 percent the previous year.Of course, the question from the loyal RSC readers is, "What does this have to do with football?"
The 9.6 percent level represents more than a doubling of marijuana potency since 1983, when it averaged just under 4 percent.
Not much, but it might explain what the hell happened to Brent Schaeffer.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Civilization, The Decline of Western
I promise that I have real-life capitalist credentials. I don't want to live in a country the economy of which relies on a string of independently-owned coffee houses. I went to Wal-Mart last night and will stop by again real soon to buy my little niece some Disney propaganda for her birthday.
I love my niece and no amount of trendy socialism will convince me to deprive her of the mass-marketed joy she so richly deserves.
But I will not stand for Target.
These people are evil. They're at war with the Salvation Army. Anyone at war with the Salvation Army does not get my seal of approval.
Also, Wal-Mart's are one thing. It's an unstoppable machine whose mascot is a smiley face. Target's ad campaign is a bunch of dancing shadow ninjas that scare children. Target is the last great indicator of a cookie-cutter, secular suburb that looks the same across any geographical line. We already have the children of Metro Atlanta and Houston. Must we have their commerce and architecture as well?
I love my niece and no amount of trendy socialism will convince me to deprive her of the mass-marketed joy she so richly deserves.
But I will not stand for Target.
These people are evil. They're at war with the Salvation Army. Anyone at war with the Salvation Army does not get my seal of approval.
Also, Wal-Mart's are one thing. It's an unstoppable machine whose mascot is a smiley face. Target's ad campaign is a bunch of dancing shadow ninjas that scare children. Target is the last great indicator of a cookie-cutter, secular suburb that looks the same across any geographical line. We already have the children of Metro Atlanta and Houston. Must we have their commerce and architecture as well?
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