Today Chris Rufo and Luke Rosiak published, “Trouble at the Fed: An Investigation into Federal Reserve governor Lisa D. Cook’s academic record raises questions”. It is mainly about her plagiarism, presenting a couple of examples. One is quite unusual, being neither quite self-plagiarism nor quite regular plagiarism. She wrote an article with other economists, and they inserted a couple of paragraphs straight from an earlier paper by those others, but where she wasn’t a co-author on the earlier paper.

Welcome to It’s A Shanda, one Northeastern Jew’s quest to find a decent bagel in Seattle (and beyond). If you’re interested in taking this journey with me, make sure you subscribe so you never miss a review. If you want to ensure I review any specific bagels (or want to let me know why I’m wrong), you can email me at seanmatthewkeeley@gmail.com. UPDATE: Little Market has closed. 😢 ORIGINAL: Every once in a while I return to a bagel place that I’ve previously reviewed and find myself reconsidering everything I thought I knew.

The first time I had a caldosa was in Monteverde in 2018, from a little kiosk by the side of the road. Tropical farmer and chef José Gonzalez, who had the restaurant Al Mercat in San José at the time, ordered one for me. It might not have even been called a caldosa then and José just asked the guy in the bo… ncG1vNJzZmimlazEsL7LnZyrZqOqr7TAwJyiZ5ufonyxe8uopaBlnJ7DpnnToZxmm5GhsbC%2FwA%3D%3D

In a state known for its remarkable archaeological sites, Mummy Cave is one of Wyoming’s crown jewels. The stately, overhanging cliff is perched above the North Fork of the Shoshone River, a shallow alcove having been carved from its base by an ancient meander of the river where for 10,000 years Wyoming’s Native residents sought refuge from the elements. Today, the site is located only meters from the busy North Fork Highway, where millions of tourists each year pass on their way to the east entrance of Yellowstone National Park.

When my wife and I separated, I dropped out of seminary. My dreams for future ministry shriveled up and died inside me along with the death of my marriage. After I resigned from being an evangelical pastor, I had returned to school for a second masters degree, with the intention of revisiting ministry from a more progressive perspective. I thought I would probably become a pastor again. When we separated, I quit.