The Cobb County Braves
...the new stadium will follow a current trend in stadium development in the United States. As teams build new ballparks with smaller capacities, ticket prices rise as demand increases. Furthermore,...
A Review of Lawrence N. Powell's The Accidental City: Improvising New Orleans
...of the sort that New Orleans has sustained since its beginning, when colonial planters measured municipal blueprints and crowds rubbed shoulders on corners and in bars and in the end...
Artist Repertoire Index
...In Your Close Friend Scott, Cliff (1969) Baby Please Don’t Go John Henry Long Wavy Hair Pole Plattin’ Salty Dog Sweet Old Tampa You Are My Sunshine Thomas, Lonzie (early...
Race
...the story ends: ivory siblings who would not see their brother without their telltale spouses. What a strange thing is "race," and family, stranger still. Here a poem tells a...
"The Ohio River Was Not the River Jordan": A Review of Matthew Salafia's Slavery's Borderland
...that introduced Abraham Lincoln to the slave trade first-hand, an experience he later credited as pivotal in shaping his nascent anti-slavery sentiments. He confided in a letter to a friend...
Place and Pluralism: The “Georgia Harmonies” Traveling Exhibition
...singers but had a scheduling conflict with the annual Sacred Harp singing in Calhoun and had never had an opportunity to attend. Over lunch I and a couple of other...
Theories of Time and Space
...markers ticking off another minute of your life. Follow this to its natural conclusion — dead end at the coast, the pier at Gulfport where rigging of shrimp boats are...
Call for Proposals for the First Annual Atlanta Studies Symposium
...work-in-progress that would benefit from open conversation. Please include audio-video requirements in your proposal. Please send proposal via email to disc@emory.edu by 5pm on February 15. Contact Stewart Varner (stewart.varner@emory.edu) with any...
Constructed Views: New Meets Old in Mid-South Cities
...on the project, I think I succeeded to varying degrees in different places, and perhaps not at all in some. Given the fact that I could spend only a day...
Vestibule
...near the end seemed like rising hymnal rhythm, and let me feel how those forgotten words came from somewhere else and meant something. Something, if only to the single moth...