Columbia University now hosts a PDF of my dissertation, Quintilian’s Theory of Certainty and Its Afterlife in Early Modern Italy on their open-access repository, Academic Commons.
The dissertation also has a permanent URL: http://dx.doi.org/10.7916/D8KP8293.
In the last stretch of editing, I made some significant changes to the template I used to format my dissertation according to the guidelines set by Columbia’s Dissertation office. I changed the typography (particularly spacing) to match the university standard, and I’ve fixed the page numbering for the various front matter elements. If you are just starting to write your dissertation and are worried about getting the formatting correctly (a major hassle, to be honest), you may want consult the template I’ve posted on Github, especially if you’re considering using LaTeX. For a more thorough treatment of the “memoir” LaTeX class that I used for writing, you also might want to scope out this very helpful manual (PDF).
I originally published this review at De Gustibus, a blog about food.
Like your first kiss, Juju Hearts are unrepentantly mediocre. They are two-bite brownies of condensed high-fructose corn syrup, dyed with enough Red 40 to make you think you had beets for dinner last night. But these humble hearts (sometimes called JubeJels or some other misspelling of that bird from Jabberwocky) are also the world’s best Valentine’s Day candy.
The confection king of Valentine’s Day, by balance sheet, is of course the Necco Sweetheart, the sugary pebble that once begged you to FAX ME. Now dial-up is dead, and like an estranged godmother with a phablet, these faux-hip hearts implore you to FRIEND ME, to TWEET ME. Romance, Sweethearts argue, is updated and downloaded.
Juju Hearts, however, have never tried to modernize love. They haven’t changed since you took your middle school girlfriend out to a weeknight screening of Dante’s Peak: they are candy’s clumsy, earnest hand-holding, the awkwardness that we all pretend we’ve outgrown.
When you, O patron of the candy aisle, feel the annual hankering for chewy carnauba wax, don’t hesitate to pick up a bag of sticky Jujus. Their half-bland honesty reminds us that love isn’t a tweet and that everyone is still an aspiring amateur. And this occasional reminder is all we need. Like the saccharine sentimentalism of Valentine’s Day, Juju Hearts are perfect because we only have to stomach them once a year.