Well, this is certainly an interesting Thanksgiving. Instead of sitting around a nice, warm turkey with family and friends, I’m freezing half to death in a train station waiting for a train that doesn’t seem to be coming. Unfortunately, I’ve been here now for almost an hour, and I’ve come to the conclusion that there’s [...]
Archive for November, 2003
Thanksgiving
Posted in Uncategorized on November 27, 2003 | Leave a Comment »
“Why I Am a Zionist” Discussion
Posted in Uncategorized on November 20, 2003 | Leave a Comment »
I was able to attend the last fifteen minutes of the panel discussion “Why I am a Zionist” featuring faculty members Sam Peltzman (department of economics), Linda Waite (department of sociology), and Mark Lilla (committee on social thought), and from what I can tell, the discussion was well-balanced and thoughtful. After getting out of class, [...]
Posted in Uncategorized on November 18, 2003 | Leave a Comment »
Well, here I am writing in the dark in the middle of the quads waiting for the doors to Harper to open so I can attend as class. It’s pouring down rain, and I’m stuck here again a stone pillar. Luckily, it’s not that cold. Anyway, in this gloomy environment I must bring you [...]
Posted in Uncategorized on November 14, 2003 | Leave a Comment »
Just rode my bike over to Bartlett to get something to eat and met this “homeless” man…again. The first week I was here, he came up to me in front of Rockefeller Chapel and something of the sort: “Excuse me, sir. I want you to know that [...]
Posted in Uncategorized on November 13, 2003 | Leave a Comment »
Bought a copy of Francesco Colonna’s Hypnerotomachia Poliphili from the Seminary Co-op Bookstore today. I had seen it earlier at a friend’s house in Austin and had been fascinated by the illustrations, especially since they seemed almost impeccable despite the fact that they had been made when woodcuts were quite new. Now, however, I [...]
Posted in Uncategorized on November 11, 2003 | Leave a Comment »
What do you do when you’ve come to the conclusion that one of your best friends is a bit of a phoney? Take his French. I had known from earlier conversations that he was not fluent in French at all, even to the point that he didn’t know what simple words like garçon meant. [...]