Some Chicago Boyz know each other from student days at the University of Chicago. Others are Chicago boys in spirit. The blog name is also intended as a good-humored gesture of admiration for distinguished Chicago School economists and fellow travelers.
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UPDATE: Phil Fraering asks an interesting question in the comments. I didn’t know the answer but a little googling revealed that the farm is a private establishment, and apparently quite a well known one. Here’s an aerial view of the neighborhood. (The photo was made from the intersection indicated by the red mark and looks Southeast .)
A friend sent this dance retro. The audience thinks it’s funnier than I do – but so may you. Iowahawk does a letter in the spirit of that “Ahmadinejed fella”‘s letter to Bush. Iowahawk has also used a “California girl” as a Hoosegow Honey. Surely this is a betrayal of Iowa’s attractive felons. Even the genius of Iowahawk and wit of Chris Muir have trouble with the Iranian statement, which seems a parody – at least to Westerners. (Except to those, like Madeleine Albright, who see it as a reasonable approach to negotiations.)
In passing, one is driven to ask (frequently) how could she & Condoleezza Rice be mentored by the same person? Or is Albright’s clearly partisan approach a way of righting some old “sibling” rivalry? Oh, well, we all have our little rivalries & angst. James Carroll, who writes very well if very irritatingly, was on Booktv tonight; I only watched the first couple of minutes but he still works on those old tensions with his father that were central to his earlier book; now, he has the Iraq War, as he had Viet Nam, to use as setting, to give him a larger (perhaps “neutral”, apparently objective, more central) stage for his archetypal battles. But I’m not sure how an audience can interpret the personal.
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Juan Cole, the First Draft, [Found in a dumpster behind the University of Michigan College of Liberal Arts: the first draft of Professor Juan Cole’s latest cri de coeur], catches spectacularly (doesn’t Iowahawk always “catch spectacularly”) the rhythm of the three teen-agers I carted around for a couple of hours today. (Amidst the giggles at one point, my daughter tried to explain the point of their stories, prefacing her comment with “Well, dude,” – this is a step way, way too far. Mothers are not dudes.)