Cynthia Cyrus

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Medievalist monastic historian / musicologist working on nuns’ roles in 15thc soundscapes in Bregenz Austria. Manuscript fragments make me giddy. I also collect sunrises. Blog at SilencesAndSounds@blogspot.com

It’s syllabus prep season, and I’m thinking about what a privilege and benefit it must be for those academics who get to directly tie their teaching / syllabi to their research / writing. 1/5

This is absolutely an illegal scam preying on heritage tourism. But I will say I… can’t help but admire this incredibly capacious hustle on some level—although I do think he needs to make reparations. www.euronews.com/culture/2026...

Italian conman jailed for building fake Roman amphitheatre

In Italy, a structure promoted for years as an "ancient Roman amphitheatre" has turned out to be a fake, constructed recently using modern materials.

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I do a version of this called a "nope token," where students can choose any 3 low-stakes assignments to miss, no questions asked. They just have to tell me they are using a nope.

Second, block out time on your calendar for lunch or dinner (depending on your schedule). Do not work through that period. Give yourself a real break and fuel your body. Cheese sticks and mini Snickers bars are not going to cut it (more)

As you look toward fall class, do two things for space and grace; . First, add two flex days to you syllabus. You can move the into place when you're sick when everyone needs a metal health day, when a concept needs a little more time. it takes pressure off when the unexpected happens (more)

Very early in the pandemic, I spent 2 terrible weeks in isolation, unable to breathe or walk across the room. Waiting my temp. to spike. Worrying about my kids. Fighting against dying. In the middle of this covid revisionist, anti-vax bullshit, it was worth saying what that felt like:

Poem titled "Gnawed." The text of the poem reads:

Gnawed

Kalends of April, 2020

I can feel the rat,
dark and angry,
buried
in the furrows of my chest,
trying hard to pull apart
the fiber of my breathing.
Twisting. Writhing.
Clawing
with a feral-hearted hatred
at the bonds that sinew
soul to skin.
I cannot walk across the room without
the rasping of its teeth
along the inside of my ribs,
or speak without it screaming
in the shallows of my breath.
I can only lie beyond
the borders of my life,
checking the thermometer
a hundred times a day
as all the while
I am being
eaten
from the inside out.

	– John Wyatt Greenlee

"A boycott makes demands. This made none, set no conditions, named no grievance, and offered the Recording Academy no way to win them back. You negotiate with an institution whose judgment you still need. The one whose judgment you have outgrown, you simply inform." Damn. 🫳 | | 🎤

What Grammys lost when BTS walked away | Aju Press

For five years, BTS wanted a Grammy, and the wanting was never hidden. The group submitted its music every cycle. Its members flew to Las Vegas and delivered performances that outclassed the ceremony ...

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Please enjoy this medieval mosaic of two roosters capturing a fox from the twelfth-century floor of the Church of Santa Maria e San Donato in Murano, as taken by Iowa medievalist Shane Bobrycki. 🐓🦊🐓 Now this is some gallus humor.

edieval mosaic of two roosters capturing a fox from the twelfth-century floor of the Church of Santa Maria e San Donato in Murano

Related to my weekend of driving: This is Just to Say I have used up the patience that was in the glovebox and which you were probably saving for the children on roadtrips Forgive me I was in traffic And other drivers were so stupid and so wrong

So who am I and what am I doing? I am a historian of medieval Europe and am writing a book on the Crusader Kingdom of Jerusalem (1099-1187). It is under contract with Basic Books. The goal is to write a narrative history the incorporates cultural, religious, apocalyptic, and romantic (!) material