Monthly Archives: March 2015

If you knew Jim Kinsey at all, you knew he liked to doodle. He doodled through meetings, lectures, grad student presentations, anything at all where he could get away with using pen and paper. After his death, among his things … Continue reading →

Look at their faces: I wish we could see this from their perspective. I think. Bonus: No bunnies here but nothing says “spring” like baby animals.

I know it’s only the end of March but I’m going to go ahead and call it. If something better than this turns up we’re going to need to install a fainting couch in the back room. I was looking … Continue reading →

Rummaging around in a box full of old sports media guides, I noticed this photo on the back cover of the 1974 Spring Sports booklet: (It’s not at all clear to me why they decided to put “magic moment” and … Continue reading →

Architecture professors Anderson Todd and Will Cannady pose with their likenesses in Cohen House. I’ve talked before about their 1976 renovations of the building but I may have failed to mention that part of their reward was to have this … Continue reading →

Just for the record, the actual work I’m doing right now is about the tremendous changes the 1960s brought to Rice (and also about the surprisingly sharp limits of those changes). This means that I’m looking more carefully at the … Continue reading →

I was only in the Woodson for a little while today but it was long enough to run across this, which I found in the circa early ’50s Freshman Guide that I picked off the shelf at random. I thought … Continue reading →

I’m sure it’s harder than it looks:

Until this afternoon I’d never seen a photo of Martel College construction. Now I’ve seen one, but it’s a real beauty, an aerial taken in January 2001: So much has changed since then but what I’m stuck on is the … Continue reading →

Although it’s stopped for now, it was raining this morning when I had cause to be out in the drainage area by the track stadium: It’s been so wet this year that it’s just sodden out there. Still, a hundred … Continue reading →