who's jeremy freese?

I was linked by the front page of DailyKos yesterday for my post on the Chris Dodd and Dennis Kucinich. One thread in the comments was "Who's Jeremy Freese?", which included the following in a response from somebody apparently connected to UW:

He's an odd guy, but very insightful.

I can't really complain about that. Maybe I'll use it as my third blurb, after Ann Althouse's "The best sociologist in the world" and Kieran Healy's "The Italy of academia."

One of the college friends I am hanging out with here in Chicago is a firefighter and member of the firefighter's union who follows politics at least as closely as the median American. I asked him over dinner, "What's the thing with firefighters and Chris Dodd?" His response: "Who's Chris Dodd?"

no s of s.

fuck you lied agn.


i wanna scold a chunk of vulgarities.
later.
when have audience first.
hahahaha.

how long(:
wait 5.
5 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 5,
BUT! not do anything.
yupx.

i didnt know being in a Navy,
is somehow similar to being in Commando.
until Joshua said so.
the pay's not bad too.
just that there's lot of risks.
but being in navy also has its criteria la.
hahahaha.

:think so easy go Commando huh.?
go home dream la.
faint and die only.

wth, study so hard,
and he only got 9 pts in the end.
what the shit.


FOUND SOME LINKS!
WHICH IS ........GOOD(:
VERY GOOD.
wait till everything is found out.
act wisely.

any similarity.?

---if you've seen it, you've seen it,
if u've havent, u've havent.---

lies.

fuck all those kisses,
fuck you played me.
fuck all those trust,
fuck all your acts.
fuck all the sweet words.
fuck you right back.

bullets of relocation miscellany

• I am at a Travelodge in downtown Chicago, waiting for other friends from college who are going with me to this football game to arrive.
• The movers today were un-be-bothering-lievably efficient, and so a task which took until past 5pm two years ago was done by 12:30. Unfortunately, my things were moving onto an empty truck, meaning they won't arrive at my apartment until Thursday at the earliest.
• The movers verified that I was indeed, in their approximation, moving a ton of books, and this isn't even counting the Madison books, which are at least 1/2 and maybe 2/3 as many. If it wasn't for the books I've bought in the last two years and the elliptical trainer, I think my Clutter Reduction Effort made this move roughly stuff-neutral with the move two years ago, amazingly enough.
• I had my last meal in Cambridge/Boston at the Legal Sea Foods in Logan Airport, which was fitting because I think I managed to have like ten meals in my last two months at Legal. O, the chowder. O, the popcorn shrimp.
• No matter what the blurb on its cover may claim, A Farewell to Alms is not going to be "the next economics blockbuster." It's far too boring for that. I'm only 75 pages in, but at least it helped me sleep on the plane.
• Yes, I finished my effort to visit all the exhibits in the Boston model solar system. The Sun, as it turns out, is only a quarter-section of the Sun. Saturn, as I said before, has been temporarily removed while its site (the Cambridge Public Library) undergoes renovation. With a friend who knew where in the library it had been, we calculated a spot outside the site for the picture that corresponds to the arc of Saturn's orbit. And, um, we thought if I couldn't have the real Saturn model in the photo, at least I should have a ring:
  
• Intellectually and professionally, the time since ASA in Cambridge has felt like circling an airport. I am looking forward to getting my stuff, getting settled in, getting into a work routine, and getting started on building a life here. Root for me.