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Thu, 08/05/2025 - 06:27

The New York Review of Books presents the fourth installment in a series of online events hosted by Fintan O’Toole. New York Review contributors Elizabeth Kolbert, Bill McKibben, and Jonathan Mingle join O’Toole for a conversation on the damage a second Trump administration can bring to already meager efforts to curb global warming. You may […]

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Thu, 08/05/2025 - 03:00

One bell: Time to open another cash register.

Two bells: A customer has additional questions and requires assistance.

Three bells: First Mate (assistant manager) or Captain (store manager) is needed at that register.

Four bells: “All hands on deck”—the store is experiencing a high volume of shoppers. All crew members (employees) are required to respond.

Five bells: A toilet has overflowed in the men’s restroom and requires immediate maintenance.

Six bells: The free sample station must be restocked immediately.

Seven bells: The toilet paper is out of stock.

Eight bells: The toilet paper has been restocked.

Twelve bells: It’s twelve o’clock, and watches should be synchronized accordingly.

Thirteen bells: A customer has requested that a crew member “check the back” for a specific item.

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Thu, 08/05/2025 - 01:12
Sedan 1990-talet skärs varje år 1 procent av landets högskolors och universitets budgetar bort till följd av det så kallade produktivitetsavdraget, med den bakomliggande tanken att man ska effektivisera. Samma sak gäller för alla statliga myndigheter, men för just högskolor och universitet är konsekvenserna förödande … För mig som universitetslärare är de bristande undervisningsresurserna påtagliga […]
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Wed, 07/05/2025 - 22:00

“The Darién Gap, a stretch of nearly impenetrable rainforest along the border with Colombia, was transformed into a migratory highway in recent years as more than 1.2 million people from around the world traveled north toward the United States [seeking humanitarian aid].”AP

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It’s me: a woman who crawled through the most dangerous terrain on earth with my entire family for the sole purpose of stabbing a pen-like object into a series of perforated holes at a school gymnasium, YMCA, or struggling retail location. I’m not a deeply sympathetic figure seeking asylum from an unstable government, poverty, or persecution, but a specter-like being whose entire motivation is canceling your vote out with mine and, god willing, forcing you to circle the parking lot at your community center one extra time after snagging the choice spot the Founding Fathers would have wanted you to have.